at 02/15/06 9:45PM
ok for those of you who actually do read this here is an update on me...school is going extremely well...100 in Physics-Mechanics...about a 95 in Cal II...Art and Speech are my other classes...not much to say about them...and well everything else is about the same...im still alive
at 08/22/05 9:07AM
well class starts back tomorrow...Calculus at 8 in the morning...you can tell i was thinking when i made my schedule for this semester
at 08/21/05 9:46PM
nothing new...just sadness...i want my boys back
at 08/17/05 9:42PM
I write tonight in tears (yes even guys with a hard exterior like me cry). My boys are gone.
Well my two boys at church are leaving tomorrow. They are moving to Colorado. They have been a shining light for me as a christian. It will be hard to walk through the door knowing they wont be there. I will miss little Dakota running to me after the closing prayer just as he has done for the past 2 years with the question, "Can i get on your back?" And Wesley being quick to move in and ask the same question. I'll miss spinning them around on my shoulders until we are all too dizzy to stand. I will miss their hugs and hearing them tell me they love me. These boys have been almost like my own sons. I would do anything for them. If they asked me to move to Colorado with them i would have to seriously think about it. I pray that they continue to be strong and grow up to follow Christ. I pray that some children teach them the same lesson they taught me...when Christ said "Verily I say unto you, Except you be converted, and become as little children, you shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven." (Matt. 18:3) I learned that just as a child trust their father when he is tossing them in the air, or when he is spinning them around on his shoulders...likewise we are also to trust our Father in heaven...they showed me that no matter how rough it may get God will catch me on the way down.
In closing i would just like to put this poem on here i dont know who wrote it so i cant give anyone credit but here it goes...
I'm Glad You Are In My Dash
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning.....to the end
He noted that first came her date of birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own;
The cars....the house...the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard
Are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left,
That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what's true and real,
And always try to understand
They way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger,
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we've never loved before
If we treat each other with respect,
And more often wear a smile
Remembering that this special dash
May last only a little while.
So, when your eulogy's being read
With your life's actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?
Dropping by random blogs to say hi! How ya doing?
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