Ready/Set/Go

He stuck the landing, by the way.

When in doubt...

{be goofy.}

Even at His Feet Forever

"Our drops of sorrow may well be forgotten in the ocean of His griefs; but how high ought our love to rise! Come in, O strong and deep love of Jesus, like the sea at the flood in Spring tides, cover all my powers, drown all my sins, lift up my earthbound soul, and float it right up to my Lord's feet and there let me lie, {a poor broken shell}, washed up by His love, having no virtue or value; and only venturing to whisper to Him that if He will put His ear to me, He will hear within my heart faint echoes of His own love, which have brought me where it is my delight to lie, even at His feet forever."

-Charles H. Spurgeon

I remember when we were in Florida, this past July, how I would walk up and down the shores collecting shells. Because it was so bright, I would strain my eyes to see the little pieces of the ocean buried in the sand. When I spotted one, I would bend down to grab it, excited and hoping that it was whole. If when I picked it up I saw that it wasn't, I would toss it back into the water.

I'm so glad God keeps broken seashells.

Have a Coke and a smile.

{Now that it's been a whole month, I'd figure I'd a throw a quick post out there. I took this when we were in Dahlonaga, Georgia. It was the 3rd of July and the whole town was decked out for Independence Day. This picture fit right in. Enjoy!}