And, no sunset would be complete without...
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Andy's Boat
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Sea World and the Zoo
Salmon at Sunset
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Every 15 seconds
In our church this month, we're learning about the struggle for water in so many places in the world, so the church is giving money to do something about it. When we walk in, there are about 8 posters with pictures hanging up. Each one has a statistic about how much water we waste, etc.
"1.1 billion people don't have access to safe water. That's 1/6 of the world's population."
"In the past ten years, diarrhea caused by unclean water has killed more children than all the people lost in armed conflict since WW II."
This challenge from our pastor, Francis Chan, cut me to the core:
"If we're not careful,
our standard of living can become more important
than others living."
Two children have died since you started reading this. How can we help?
There is an amazing ministry called the African Oasis Project. They build wells in poor villages, supply the people with clean water, and use it as an opportunity to share with them the Living Water that will never run dry. We're praying about how we can get involved. Want to join us?
Monday, September 15, 2008
Surfin' USA
Friday, September 12, 2008
A Hairy Situation
Today while I read to Clay on the couch, Emma had plans of her own.
My first clue that trouble was brewing should have been when she asked, "Mommy, where are my scissors?"
"Em, no scissors. Not right now. Go play." Silence followed for a few minutes, as Clay and I read on.
Soon she bounced out to us and announced, "I cut my hair with a scissors." Uh-oh. I followed a trail of hair to Clayton's desk in the corner of the bedroom, where I found this pile.
Here's the dialogue that followed:
Me: (dumbfounded, trying to remain composed) "Why did you do this?"
My first clue that trouble was brewing should have been when she asked, "Mommy, where are my scissors?"
"Em, no scissors. Not right now. Go play." Silence followed for a few minutes, as Clay and I read on.
Soon she bounced out to us and announced, "I cut my hair with a scissors." Uh-oh. I followed a trail of hair to Clayton's desk in the corner of the bedroom, where I found this pile.
Me: (dumbfounded, trying to remain composed) "Why did you do this?"
Emma: (matter-of-factly) "Because I want to look like Clay" (who just had a big haircut this week).
Clay: "But Emma, no one would recognize you!"
Fortunately, her hair was in a pony tail, so she kind of layered and thinned it. Amazingly, when it's all down you can hardly tell, except for some new "whispies" on the side of her face.
Doesn't every mom have a story like this one? AAGGGHHHHH! What's your latest hairy situation?
Monday, September 8, 2008
A pretty place
I will lift my eyes to the Maker
of the mountains I can't climb
I will lift my eyes to the Calmer
of the oceans raging wild
I will lift my eyes to the Healer
of the hurts I hold inside
I will lift my eyes...to You
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Carmel-by-the-sea
Thursday, September 4, 2008
The Best of San Francisco
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