Because it's Sunday...

"The HIV/AIDS pandemic is the greatest opportunity for the Church to be the Church. It is time for us to be the hands and feet of Jesus to those who need compassion."

Rick Warren

"Be touched. Be Inspired. Be changed." http://worldhelp.net/

Isaac

Uganda

Loves to study God's Word

wants to be an engineer

"Change the World...

one child at a time"

"Michael is my friend"

--WDS--

Reaching upward

“And the seasons, they go round and round,

And the painted ponies go up and down.

We're captive on the carousel of time.”
Joni Mitchell

Because it's Sunday...

Luke 6:48 He is like a man building a house, who dug down deep and laid the foundation on rock. When a flood came, the torrent struck that house but could not shake it, because it was well built.

"Come life, Shaker life, come, life eternal! Shake, shake out of me all that is carnal. I'll take nimble steps, I'll be a David, I'll show Michael twice how he behaved!"

“We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think its forever.”

Carl Sagan

Criss-Crossing

“A well-ordered life is like climbing a tower; the view halfway up is better than the view from the base, and it steadily becomes finer as the horizon expands.”
William Lyon Phelps

Window of Blue

Because it's Sunday...

"He’ll do and He’ll use
Whatever He wants to
To tell us I love you...
God is speaking
I love you."

You're welcome!!!

Meet our newest family Member!!

In the Pink

I spy...

Who Knew??

Just follow the Piano keys...

Just back from Music City

"Red - the blood of angry men! Black - the dark of ages past! Red - a world about to dawn! Black - the night that ends at last!"

By Candlelight

Can you feel the love tonight?

Rise of the tall buildings Redux

And I didn't even have to go to Canada...

Because it's Sunday...

Ecclesiastes 11: 7-8 "Oh, how sweet the light of day, And how wonderful to live in the sunshine! Even if you live a long time, don't take a single day for granted. Take delight in each light-filled hour..."

In the meadow“... the deep-green meadows shone in the morning dew that glistened on every leaf as it trembled in the gentle air: and the birds sang as if every sparkling drop were a fountain of inspiration to them.”
Charles Dickens