tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89087743286003569522024-03-12T18:47:14.215-07:00The Hope ChroniclesA collection of photos that highlight spiritual truths, whimsical moments or just creative expressions of daily life.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02527020128508991635noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908774328600356952.post-11152721480507992592015-05-13T21:49:00.001-07:002018-11-18T08:55:36.882-08:00Healing Tears<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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As a counselor, one of the staple office supplies we have is tissues. Actually, there is a special cabinet for them in the workroom as folks shed a lot of tears in counseling. This past week, I found this drawing on the table in the waiting area. What caught my eye is it was drawn on you guessed it...a tissue.<br />
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A tissue. A symbol of tears, grief, sadness and troublesome issues...but on this one, instead, is something beautiful. Just a reminder that in our tears the Lord is painting something beautiful.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02527020128508991635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908774328600356952.post-671365595335266602014-01-16T20:05:00.000-08:002014-01-16T20:18:08.870-08:00Life is a Matter of Perspective<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Over Christmas break I was able to spend time with family which allowed me to recharge, laugh till I cried playing Balderdash and reflect on the year. Even as I return home life has taken a new set of turns and twists as I consider what God might have for me over the coming year.<br />
I really liked the reflection of my sister Brittany in this shot taken over the break as we took the train up to Pike's Peak. It reminds me that life is about perspective, this photo has two perspectives. We have choices regarding which perspective we choose to see something. In light of the circumstance or in light of who God is in the midst of our circumstances. Happy New Year!<br />
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These shots are taken of the talented Josie, a fearless social worker who is saving the world one progress note at a time. She and I had a blast taking a creative journey through barns,
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Took this picture of someone as they relaxed during a break.I loved how the sun would stream in the room during certain points of the day. Good food, wild missionary stories, counseling and a cozy fireplace. Yeah...I met a few kindred spirits or two.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02527020128508991635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908774328600356952.post-57253897298393819152013-11-03T19:55:00.000-08:002014-08-07T19:30:03.117-07:00Bryan is going to be a missionary<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Pictures I took of my friend Bryan White, who recently has said yes to on the missions field with SIM, a missions organization in Charlotte. We celebrated by taking pictures for her support cards. This picture was taking in a house of some of our friends. Thanks guys...we broke in your house sorta cause we like your map. It is awesome. <br />
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Wanted to send a huge thanks to all who prayed and gave financially towards this trip. Our team had a great time serving about 140 street children alongside of Abby Tracy, her husband David and their team. We had a wonderful time loving these kids during camp though at times was a challenge because they are operating out of survival mode due to life on the street. However, we hear their experience at camp greatly impacted their lives as several accepted Jesus in their heart and Abby's programs have increased in size since camp. Above is a short clip capturing some of the scenery, our time with the children and you may even see me holding an interesting animal! <br />
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Several mentioned that they forgot or were unable to donate towards the trip before I left. Have no fear there is still a need as I am still raising the final amount for my trip. If you would like to contribute, please mail checks to Providence Baptist Church 6339 Glenwood Avenue Raleigh, <abbr title="North Carolina">NC</abbr> 27612. You may make your check out to Providence Baptist Church and place a sticky note on the check with Jenny Harris Uganda Missions trip 2012.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;">This past spring God touched my heart for the needs of street children in Uganda through <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y4MnpzG5Sqc"></a></span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;">a book called </span><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zfXgCx3f_1c"><u style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Kisses for Katie</u></a></span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;">, a page turning story of a young women in her 20's who radically gave up a comfortable and predictable </span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;">life to live in Uganda and adopt 14 girls. Her story inspired me to sign up for the trip to love on Ugandan street children and not be afraid to eat goat meat while doing it:)</span><br />
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So this weekend I hung out with my sister Brittany who is living in inner-city Atlanta as a way to reach out to others. It is a missions trip and a bit out of my comfort at times when I visit. A cool collide in cultures and I quickly become the minority (which I secretly love). This picture was taken on a whim when Britt was goofing off as usual. However, I loved how this picture verse seems to capture this truth. P.S. The girl in the picture is my sister.</div>
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Other places we rely on are like sinking sand.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02527020128508991635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908774328600356952.post-48869833270311757512011-03-24T20:26:00.000-07:002011-03-24T20:32:14.601-07:00feet<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2_u6aw3qGIrchgv7xA7KGSKpJmr8nya8B-dTPLto9g9Zzv6SbWZfesiBoaffEy0rvqjilvyajr9rOkc8hf3-yFbFa_16yhY_OVHEXNB_Fhou3UPfAzv1y5uYj30WxgpJoDRKuck5i2C8/s1600/brittanyfeet.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587854557433594818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2_u6aw3qGIrchgv7xA7KGSKpJmr8nya8B-dTPLto9g9Zzv6SbWZfesiBoaffEy0rvqjilvyajr9rOkc8hf3-yFbFa_16yhY_OVHEXNB_Fhou3UPfAzv1y5uYj30WxgpJoDRKuck5i2C8/s320/brittanyfeet.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>This perspective was a fun one of my sister. I love to take spontaneous pictures of her from different perspectives. It captures her fun loving spirit as she is a flip flop kinda girl. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02527020128508991635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908774328600356952.post-43787391580014300682011-03-24T20:19:00.001-07:002011-03-24T20:26:49.385-07:00One Way<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj41j5xNTeVeX89H8hkyHEFGxh76h8OG-1nskufGhYvWH2vhM2_xHxto3hoF_nRZfkHuiRH8k5nShrk7D6asOxeaF45jVsWXoOVu3KpmT8gSVTtvtVY38Ws6tb-P6TdjJ7KLxdyukZZm5U/s1600/oneway.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587852397898083074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj41j5xNTeVeX89H8hkyHEFGxh76h8OG-1nskufGhYvWH2vhM2_xHxto3hoF_nRZfkHuiRH8k5nShrk7D6asOxeaF45jVsWXoOVu3KpmT8gSVTtvtVY38Ws6tb-P6TdjJ7KLxdyukZZm5U/s320/oneway.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>On a recent field trip with friends we explored downtown Fayetteville (which is more charming than I thought). I ran across this exposed brick wall, the character and texture just made me take this shot. There is something very beautiful and rugged at the same time about it. The one way sign reminds me that there is one way to God through Jesus (John 14:6). </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02527020128508991635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908774328600356952.post-10853933270471425812010-11-29T20:49:00.000-08:002011-04-04T22:13:03.228-07:00Keys with a view<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyjEtEGrcbJenfhDz81ZjGhsmvhRo7iHE32BCZRlIZyDwe6jWkyxpO__mWA9R8aasIoB9TAh4dhaC8dlvbS7e45ASTWbbqC2z2VyVM0y5lZmhCbb2xPNiuJ81UdZyo3pU5x_f2kU4yyhY/s1600/keys.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545201699030911618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyjEtEGrcbJenfhDz81ZjGhsmvhRo7iHE32BCZRlIZyDwe6jWkyxpO__mWA9R8aasIoB9TAh4dhaC8dlvbS7e45ASTWbbqC2z2VyVM0y5lZmhCbb2xPNiuJ81UdZyo3pU5x_f2kU4yyhY/s320/keys.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><div>This picture was taken in Wilmington over the summer. It is a picture that tells a story. This exerpt was taken by the full article at: <a href="http://www.starnewsonline.com/article/20091223/ARTICLES/912239986?p=2&tc=pg"><span style="font-size:78%;">www.starnewsonline.com/article/20091223/ARTICLES/912239986?p=2&tc=pg</span></a></div><br /><div>“Keys With a View” was created by a an artist who enjoys using every day objects and transforms them into art. The city of Wilmington gave Stetler, the artist, the right to begin attaching keys to the fence on Princess street downtown. However, now even strangers attach keys; kids hang them with their parents; the artists even saw women in bridesmaids dresses put up keys. People connect to the project, Stetler said, because “keys are a common denominator,” she said. “Everybody, right now, has keys on them.” For the little girl with her diary, Stetler said, a key represents privacy. For the latchkey kid, it's security. For the 16-year-old who just got his license, it's freedom. For the new homeowner, it's a dream realized. The fence holds generic keys, car keys, rusty keys, shiny ones and even a hotel “key card.” There are keys for at least two structures that no longer exist – The Ice House on Water Street and Babies Hospital near Wrightsville Beach – and several “hidden” items from one of Stetler's mentors and inspirations, late artist Robert Delford Brown. There are tiny keys and a ring of giant, old-school keys affixed to the fence with a lock. A wooden key made from an oar and donated by <a href="http://www.starnewsonline.com/section/TOPIC91//">Cape Fear River</a>watch was stolen. “There's currently a reward for it,” Stetler said. The keys come from private individuals and several drop boxes around town, while others are donated en masse by hardware stores. “Maybe I'll have everyone come down and take a souvenir,” she said. In the meantime, “I hope the public will see public art little bit differently,” she said. “It doesn't have to be a sculpture. It can be social, collaborative, participatory.” <a href="http://www.starnewsonline.com/section/TOPIC38//">John Staton</a>: 343-2343 On Twitter.com: @StarNewsPlay</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02527020128508991635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908774328600356952.post-77870942447765836972010-10-17T21:55:00.001-07:002010-10-17T22:06:15.944-07:00Hands down - it is one of my favorite trees<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUfwZ7x9VfW-PsTjGqbbcW9A1_Hgm5BSZWBRIXYsMH9srbXopM6j8jC31x1c630yjQHj9jhiKYeDPE5MjgYOsQ0BEi6tP2S0omzaDnTBW6IlMZ8f11gD8Y2ZgfebC5xV4s8XOBsQxyqwY/s1600/tree2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529245853136547602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUfwZ7x9VfW-PsTjGqbbcW9A1_Hgm5BSZWBRIXYsMH9srbXopM6j8jC31x1c630yjQHj9jhiKYeDPE5MjgYOsQ0BEi6tP2S0omzaDnTBW6IlMZ8f11gD8Y2ZgfebC5xV4s8XOBsQxyqwY/s320/tree2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>This is one of my favorite trees in Raleigh, NC. Found at Shelly Lake, this monstrosity is really old, gnarly and has undeniable charater. It just screams," Build a tree up in here!" Kinda reminds me of the children's book the <u>Giving Tree</u> where this boy hangs out with a tree. It also causes me to think about Jeremiah 17:7-8 and how secure our roots become when we trust in HIM. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02527020128508991635noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908774328600356952.post-5840064155422531402010-08-22T14:10:00.000-07:002011-04-04T22:15:09.599-07:00<p></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02527020128508991635noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908774328600356952.post-23435829753604480842010-05-11T20:16:00.000-07:002010-08-22T18:48:20.224-07:00Raleigh<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTON14Ped8gofusOU5zyPPKlub1I40uRe-f-Y80oQDy1HwOdNnI8t-DbpKJaCjQ7IxIlQi06aiyj4mOycPyc0FIIRJVf2wDhjsznVJSxYuY5tWa_LiiFx4EPUsUbERpGF9aDwl80Hy7QI/s1600/SirWalterRaleigh.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470217495016484786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTON14Ped8gofusOU5zyPPKlub1I40uRe-f-Y80oQDy1HwOdNnI8t-DbpKJaCjQ7IxIlQi06aiyj4mOycPyc0FIIRJVf2wDhjsznVJSxYuY5tWa_LiiFx4EPUsUbERpGF9aDwl80Hy7QI/s320/SirWalterRaleigh.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This was a fun picture because it captured a scenic view of Raleigh,NC (my home town) from the convention center. Too bad Sir Walter Raleigh never made it to Raleigh....<br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Facts about Sir Walter Raleigh:</strong><br /><br /><ol><li>1. Sir Walter Raleigh spoke with a soft Devonshire accent. </li><li>In 1592 Raleigh falls out of favour with Queen Elizabeth when she discovered that he married her maid, Bessie Throckmorton.</li><li>Sir Walter was a poet and was beheaded in Spain.</li></ol><p></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02527020128508991635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908774328600356952.post-19609232893558949022010-04-05T18:59:00.000-07:002010-04-05T19:32:28.577-07:00Spring in a Blue Jar<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-rJkZh9aeF3UdSW4krcJAybKWYPRTsYx-3VE-Aj-1rqQO7lHqDdk-cUY-SfljwQAhkRO1x-WKKzzlhXg-GiQFldrQeuPg994hfG8E2BJKguV8A3CP-KvtcclgQP9q_j2R8hYhi5zzAp0/s1600/bluejar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456838892191760978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-rJkZh9aeF3UdSW4krcJAybKWYPRTsYx-3VE-Aj-1rqQO7lHqDdk-cUY-SfljwQAhkRO1x-WKKzzlhXg-GiQFldrQeuPg994hfG8E2BJKguV8A3CP-KvtcclgQP9q_j2R8hYhi5zzAp0/s320/bluejar.jpg" border="0" /></a> I love the warm sunshine in Spring and how it reflects through this blue glass bottle. One sunny Saturday morning I had to take a minute to photograph it. I edited this picture so the light has a warm honey glow.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02527020128508991635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908774328600356952.post-23524874978717486872010-03-26T23:30:00.000-07:002010-10-17T22:07:11.636-07:00Coffee<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqq5KXcpUjOSVjAWuQk0GvKpGBWrE9tfIK4iQwClP5LzXkFyVisgTEaarX2Y8G-ML5jkEZryRonSn84zwvBiXL7bnd43-i3fZ7VGpwAyTb5dUx7gQxOlPNNGR3BGL-5kVGJ5EH6SyMHuQ/s1600/Dianahands.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453197818191372274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqq5KXcpUjOSVjAWuQk0GvKpGBWrE9tfIK4iQwClP5LzXkFyVisgTEaarX2Y8G-ML5jkEZryRonSn84zwvBiXL7bnd43-i3fZ7VGpwAyTb5dUx7gQxOlPNNGR3BGL-5kVGJ5EH6SyMHuQ/s320/Dianahands.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />The hands of one of my best friends and faithful prayer partner Diana. We have spent the last few years praying together on Fridays. The ritual started at our favorite coffee shop, Morning Times. It holds a special place in my heart. Bagels and butter, praying, staring at those brick walls and coffee. This picture is very significant for me.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02527020128508991635noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908774328600356952.post-13938903715546544492010-03-24T21:11:00.000-07:002010-03-24T21:22:18.855-07:00Older Car with Character<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL83zyqilVWQx947ewFSsCoRAz7kZwYFY6-9LuUiOtSvLGQu0Kty7kwQZrPJF0dLHh4i1P4dNFDFG8_0Uarr4epMuhRZG3y5AzBiCUHU11CIUt47lNLcPaFimgg6DnV2pLvEKKv_GNIac/s1600/car.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452420923148545218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL83zyqilVWQx947ewFSsCoRAz7kZwYFY6-9LuUiOtSvLGQu0Kty7kwQZrPJF0dLHh4i1P4dNFDFG8_0Uarr4epMuhRZG3y5AzBiCUHU11CIUt47lNLcPaFimgg6DnV2pLvEKKv_GNIac/s320/car.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>I like this car. It is located in a small fishing village in Mexico and it has character. There are a lot of layers and textures in this photo......so I kept it. Old sometimes means vintage fabulous.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02527020128508991635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908774328600356952.post-15815157946584984022010-03-23T20:22:00.000-07:002010-03-24T21:06:51.916-07:00Never Separated<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpPN2_reZsiAedrtCrhWGBu7_4063_L9iQIJfyeg8PzcMJHBc7k_1lAtyjDQyJf9lbaLb0qEBEyjlD1WN5tK1y_Rw2ES2lBrlzsQtNoc21_D_LPpYpBJ0Ebf9KUgJz8Kwvb3AokwIhPHc/s1600/separate.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452418031976563522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpPN2_reZsiAedrtCrhWGBu7_4063_L9iQIJfyeg8PzcMJHBc7k_1lAtyjDQyJf9lbaLb0qEBEyjlD1WN5tK1y_Rw2ES2lBrlzsQtNoc21_D_LPpYpBJ0Ebf9KUgJz8Kwvb3AokwIhPHc/s320/separate.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8M71KdLaK741xnRtpsOLbG8xRgDjS3OKAodPpaj-4hmCAXpHQvzRMeXUgn4xCzOL_cJQYkRSopa0UQzFM4sZPIHFVqriUqx_wa3L5sVNz4Sij0axtRdLPWUTZtNBAme_pAAM_jdewwH8/s1600-h/separate+plus+scripture.jpg"></a>The Great Wall in China is 5,500 miles long and one of the great wonders of the world. This wall was intended to separate and divide to protect its people from attack. While visiting some friends in this area, this photo from the trip reminded me that we are never separated from Christ's love.<br /><br />"For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,<a title="nor heavenly rulers " rel="popup">d</a> neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. "<br />Romans 8:38-39<br /><a id="Ro 9" title="Romans 9" rel="ch"></a><a id="Ro 9:1" title="Romans 9:1" rel="verse"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02527020128508991635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908774328600356952.post-925995018983502122010-03-23T19:39:00.001-07:002010-03-23T19:44:59.217-07:00Bowling<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMv5BdW6ub-1cE-hbggj4Njb01Up2r-D2ARbqhuFUc5tju8UfKPF7L1AhhpI3TmXSlRFWibDS6jy1pgS23a2BQNw4aZHAtezDdZ3qvftcgfyFxrlXetXXtUQUR1dVfAO7vdN9JJMglZeY/s1600-h/bowling.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452024852142087602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMv5BdW6ub-1cE-hbggj4Njb01Up2r-D2ARbqhuFUc5tju8UfKPF7L1AhhpI3TmXSlRFWibDS6jy1pgS23a2BQNw4aZHAtezDdZ3qvftcgfyFxrlXetXXtUQUR1dVfAO7vdN9JJMglZeY/s320/bowling.jpg" border="0" /></a> This picture was taken at a recent bowling birthday party. People say Christians don't really have fun. I would beg to differ. I actually broke 100 for the first time after my career of gutter balls. Hey and nothing says fun like a good granny ball. <div> </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02527020128508991635noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908774328600356952.post-19567544591927502652010-03-22T17:51:00.000-07:002010-03-22T18:07:39.173-07:00Beautiful in its time<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh3fPVN6PzV8bWalGdA1mg2DDS3oy5q3cjrogP9HfOCnMWz_0ifagotmN9UO-OLLJ8sQyngrRVrANB1KGBmdtjnC3tKZWwXkxUR8ItcLSTkfQaReQM93zvXXd4iNuqJTn9lkL0idq02sE/s1600-h/beautifulontime.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451626083162569954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh3fPVN6PzV8bWalGdA1mg2DDS3oy5q3cjrogP9HfOCnMWz_0ifagotmN9UO-OLLJ8sQyngrRVrANB1KGBmdtjnC3tKZWwXkxUR8ItcLSTkfQaReQM93zvXXd4iNuqJTn9lkL0idq02sE/s320/beautifulontime.jpg" border="0" /></a> "He has made every thing beautiful in his time..."<br />Ecclesiastes 3:11a<br /><br />This reminds me of a sermon I once heard from<br />a pastor in Mexico that compared plant development to waiting for things in life. He<br />reminded us that each part of a plant's development is important. Each stage builds on the last and to rush a part of plant development leads to an unhealthy flower. It takes awhile to see a plant germinate. You just have to wait for it. The action is underground. Just wait. He makes things beautiful in his time.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02527020128508991635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908774328600356952.post-21163963965010117342010-03-16T21:51:00.000-07:002010-03-16T21:54:25.811-07:00Girls from Mexico<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU1DS5Hm1iZPd2LWGl-PgyRvLbC2l7kj_MpzVZnhYr-_g9yLbKW254sZYjjR9FyeuYL_1S-xdyzcuFmHFYmdKZ2KhWM8FmaF9Q2h7A9AfQQI8_8Q-VCiPz4_Iy_tXw3cHxj1ZFLDBl13M/s1600-h/mexgirlscollage.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449461115854055122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU1DS5Hm1iZPd2LWGl-PgyRvLbC2l7kj_MpzVZnhYr-_g9yLbKW254sZYjjR9FyeuYL_1S-xdyzcuFmHFYmdKZ2KhWM8FmaF9Q2h7A9AfQQI8_8Q-VCiPz4_Iy_tXw3cHxj1ZFLDBl13M/s320/mexgirlscollage.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>These three girls, from a small Mexican fishing village, loved posing for the camera.</p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02527020128508991635noreply@blogger.com0