I love this kid...
...enough to tell him the truth that the D-backs
aren't the greatest team in the NL.
Uncle Whit's aviators!
Playing what I will hereafter refer to as
"Tickle/Tackle." It's a very simple game but
He hasn't quite learned yet that sometimes
pushing down hard on a person's face isn't the
best way to socialize. Uncles are only the
Climb up the couch...
...climb down on Jon.
Matthew took me to my first
MLB game: the D-backs and Rays.
(Arizona won 9-8 in a close game).
Praise God - I have finally been given a job:
Domino's Assistant Manager / GM-in-Training.
I started work in the store Thursday.
This is a New Testament read-through
I'm heading up in October. 17:27, as I call it,
will have its fourth go-around this year. However,
this is only the second year I've tried to rally
other people to join me. If you're interested, shoot
me an email at firstname.lastname@example.org, and I'll
sign you up.
I still have fears and gaps and holes. And I'm not where I should be - I know that. But, as evidenced only in part here, God gives grace and little joys every single day. All glory be to Him.
He will revive us after two days;
He will raise us up on the third day,
That we may live before Him.
"I am not what I ought to be,I am not what I want to be,
I am not what I hope to be.
But thank God
I am not what I used to be.”