I fell in love for the first time in the sixth grade. He was an "older man." A whopping fourteen. Two years later, he noticed me. The awkward middle schooler was growing up. We wrote letters over a summer while he was in Arkansas---real, hand-written letters. We didn't have facebook. We didn't talk on the phone.
I used to go on walks.
'Not all of us are cut out to be B.B. King. Not all of us would even want to be B.B. King. But all of us have something we’re good at. Something we love that makes this world a better place. (Sorry guys, popping beer caps off bottles with your teeth doesn’t count.) The trick is to find a balance. Find the thing you love and do it with all your heart. But keep the ones you love close to you, and be willing to make sacrifices for them, too.
Unless, of course, you want to be alone.
Are we praising Jesus for the wonderous Barcelona comeback? Have a coffee!
hahaha, coffee sounds okay, but shout of joy even better…
Praise the LORD!
Did you hear how some are calling fcb’ performance against Milan?
Divine!
Yes, and they call Messi the Messiah, which of course we take exception to. Messi is gifted incredibly by God. Will he ever acknowledge God? Let’s pray for him!
His predecessor, Maradona, called himself god.
Crazy, huh?