...was baked into my bread (inconvenience).
...ate a roach in my bathroom (gross).
...forced a friend to come sit closer to me ("chance").
I drank a blended drink that puts wheat grass shots from jamba juice to shame.
I drank milk from a bag from a cow that put me to shame.
I drank from a hole in heaven's floor atop my flat with no shame (because that doesn't come with each new moon).
You're missing out.
Present needs:
Patience and compassion and energy and somebody to play basketball with.
Present certainties and thanks:
There is a fountain,
And the fountain leaked some refreshing drops of water on an otherwise dry day.
Peace be.
26 June 2007
An ant
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i know you only in prayer
but i thank Him for every
rememberance of you
chris h
so...i wanted to comment because i know how much you like them.
if i were there i'd play some bball with you. especially knock out. the other day i was working at VBS and it the games we were playing knock out, so i told amy herrington about the time i got you out!! i still love that memory. lovesyou.
John Cole, OBU- know and johnny him? small world. he's the brother of my boss and he hung out at the farm all weekend. he's got a mean game of ultimate.
psst- it brought me great joy to figure out our connection and it have beautiful remembrance of my brothers bringing shalom.
of that hole in the floor, how nice.
the hole in heaven's floor here i think grows larger and larger by day and hasn't closed for a month and i would love to offer you some of it.
though i am thankful for the gift timeless (or perhaps timeful), spaceless (and spaceful) bond, i often consider our physical reunion with hope.
sorry for the cheese. i just like you.
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