tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126657242012-02-16T00:20:59.057-08:00:: and stuff ::Garveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11650763277125326049noreply@blogger.comBlogger991100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12665724.post-68851478659609011102009-08-06T18:33:00.000-07:002009-08-06T18:37:20.424-07:00

a) i hate my blog.b) it looks stupid.c) i hate my blog.f) i have written tons of songs that are not yet recorded. and thus, not posted.☺- n.j.

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mind your bodymind your soulthis melody's out of controlmind your stepmind your goalall exceptmy chrome pistol- n.g.

Garveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11650763277125326049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12665724.post-58264320393338151342009-07-11T12:47:00.000-07:002009-07-13T00:06:11.844-07:00

I am the seedI fell into the stony groundI am anythingBut perfect peace and solace nowI am a jarI hope something will fill my wallsI am a treeI hope someday I will be tallWhen snow fallsIt bends the trees, they bend and breakWhen cold comesIt asks you how much you can takeWhen you fallAnd you are buried, you can't seeHe will come He'll find you, he will set you freeI am the sunI'll hang in the

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this blog is idle for the time being.- n

Garveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11650763277125326049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12665724.post-13660741562671700092009-02-02T19:28:00.001-08:002009-02-02T19:30:41.280-08:00

haha!Just kidding. Actually, the truth this... i do have a song. And i'm in the process of recording it this week. However, my nose is in lock down right now and as a result, my voice just doesn't sound the same.What are you saying, Nate?There's a song coming soon.peace.

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here you go.=)

Garveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11650763277125326049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12665724.post-76057784339422563102008-12-17T23:31:00.001-08:002008-12-17T23:31:58.883-08:00

happy birthday to me.it was great, buddy.:)

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my heart is steadfast.oh God.my heart is steadfast.i will sing and make music.

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Garveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11650763277125326049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12665724.post-10601595050612058632008-10-15T17:36:00.000-07:002008-10-15T17:38:33.823-07:00

My soul finds rest in God aloneMy Rock and my salvationA fortress strong against my foesAnd I will not be shakenThough lips may bless and hearts may curseAnd lies like arrows pierce meI'll fix my heart on righteousnessI'll look to Him who hears meO praise Him, hallelujahMy Delight and my rewardEverlasting, never failingMy Redeemer, my GodStuart Townend and Aaron KeyesCopyright © 2007 Thankyou

Garveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11650763277125326049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12665724.post-34591866356341196962008-10-07T18:28:00.000-07:002008-10-07T19:59:58.143-07:00

i am a twig.YOU are a tree.i am a note.YOU are a symphony.i am crumb.YOU are a feast.
i am a brick.YOU are a city.i am a drop.YOU are a fountain.i am a stone.YOU are a mountain.
i am a ditch.YOU are a canyon.i am a chisel.YOU are a craftsman.i am a breeze.YOU are a storm.i am a worm.YOU are infinitely more.n.j.

Garveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11650763277125326049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12665724.post-61188580083130310222008-10-02T16:55:00.000-07:002008-10-02T16:56:39.329-07:00

and actually...this one is my favorite also.:)

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Someone i met at WorshipGod 08...Also my favorite portion of scripture.This sort of dramatization of scripture i believe, is something we all should not only appreciate, but apply ourselves.Emotion is a tool.

Garveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11650763277125326049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12665724.post-10281851737609671342008-09-30T22:37:00.000-07:002008-09-30T22:38:30.861-07:00

i'mtiredoffeeling.n.j.

Garveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11650763277125326049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12665724.post-81159603251195902262008-09-26T16:14:00.000-07:002008-09-26T16:26:00.156-07:00

I’m tired of trying to runWhen the world keeps spinning ‘roundI’m tired of trying to flyWhen my feet won’t leave the groundI’m tired of trying to climbWhen my heart only pulls me downI'm letting go, I’m falling freeThat way, I'm homeward boundn.j.

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HOW, tiger lilly.

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my newest song... the first ever recorded in my home studiyo.God bless, and enjoy...P.S. keep the comments and encouragement coming... :)

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Weak and wounded sinnerLost and left to dieO, raise your head, for love is passing byCome to JesusCome to Jesus and liveNow your burden's liftedAnd carried far awayAnd precious blood has washed away the stain, soSing to JesusSing to Jesus and liveAnd like a newborn babyDon't be afraid to crawlAnd remember when you walkSometimes we fall, soFall on JesusFall on Jesus and liveSometimes the way is

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I've no fear of height or depthI've no fear of crashingThe single thing I fear the mostSimply feeling nothingThis is my holy hour, This is my world on fireThis is my desperate play, This is where I am madeThis is my kingdom come, This is my freedom songThis is my helpless state, This is where I am savedLet my ruins become the ground you build uponLet my ruins become the startLet my ruins become

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In futility, I imagine a wall around my tranquil, solitary world.The comet of your smile streaks throughmy atmosphere of apprehension.I’m left with not a choice but to join the celebration.I smile too.n.j.

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God, my God, I cry outYour beloved needs You nowGod, be near calm my fear and take my doubtYour kindness is what pulls me upYour love is all that draws me inI will lift my eyes to the MakerOf the mountains I can't climbI will lift my eyes to the CalmerOf the oceans raging wildI will lift my eyes to the HealerOf the hurt I hold insideI will lift my eyes, lift my eyes to YouGod, my God, let mercy

Garveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11650763277125326049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12665724.post-83845732531693298272008-09-15T16:07:00.001-07:002008-09-15T16:11:13.074-07:00

NOTE TO SELF:Don't watch Return To Me on last night in Portland / Last night with friends.Then again...Don't ever watch Return To Me.sheesh.n.j.

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Through pain do we grow stronger?Through absence, still more fonder?Through hate, any wiser?Through love, any closer?i hate how much i love...

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i don't want to be a soldierwho the captain of some sinking shipwould stowfar belowif you love mewhy'd you let me go?c.m.

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Arise, my soul, arise; shake off thy guilty fears The bleeding sacrifice in my behalf appears Before the throne my surety stands Before the throne my surety stands My name is written on His handsi am me.

Garveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11650763277125326049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12665724.post-27369030637254060982008-08-13T23:36:00.000-07:002008-08-13T23:50:05.261-07:00

The mountains are a despairing sightAnd the forests join the balletThe moon, it hardly rises at nightFor fear of being seenEven the willows sway with apprehensionThe shade giving no protection: : :I won’t be home tonightIt’s going to be a long, long timeI’ll be a strangerA stranger till the endI’m a vagabond in this landsomething from today,n.j.

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this I call to mindand therefore I have hopebecause of Yahweh's great love we are not consumedfor his compassions never failthey are new every morninggreat is your faithfulnessi say to myself, "Yahweh is my portiontherefore I will wait for him."Yahweh is good to those whose hope is in himto the one who seeks himit is good to wait quietlyfor the salvation of YahwehIt is not always easy. In fact,

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...in my short, measly life so far, that...But no matter.Jesus is just as much the King of my pain as He is the King of my joy.Jesus is just as much in control of my chaos as He is in control of my future.I like David. I agree with him.read it slowly now... don't rush it. Psalm 61 1 Hear my cry, O God; listen to my prayer. 2 From the ends of the earth I call to you, I call as my

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I am truly sorry i have not come up with the song i promised.And i'm afraid it won't come for awhile.I have not had the time to polish it.Nor have i had time to record it.Furthermore, my writing has become less frequent.Unlike this lady, i am unhappy,and have not used my typewriter for quite some time.But i do have a couple starts.And i promise to post something on my trip this weekend.I

Garveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11650763277125326049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12665724.post-59722847678160060732008-07-06T22:53:00.000-07:002008-07-06T22:55:20.886-07:00

a. new. song. coming.eh?

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I’m locked up in an airport nowThe world races all aroundThe planes ascend and fly so freeBut I know, none of them were made for meAnd so I’m waiting for my second chanceWaiting for one more first danceAnd I’ll tell you, I’m sorryBut that won’t change our destinyI’m trapped beyond the city scapeBitter love has locked the gateSo much opportunityBut I know, none of it was spared for meAnd so I’m

Garveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11650763277125326049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12665724.post-16100872830220315782008-06-26T18:10:00.000-07:002008-06-26T18:29:28.858-07:00

today i feel like the sunhemmed in by the clouds aboveforbidden to ever smile uponthe precious earth it lovesbut tomorrow’s my opportunityto rid myself of all affairsto burn my way through clouded streetsand shine my love elsewhereone love.n.j.

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v i e w i t .r a t e i t .s i n g i t .

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Even if I don’t get to spend this life with youI will worship Him with you in that lifeAnd that is more than I can ask forn.j.

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[read slowly]I forgot you get jealous when I'm in love with someone elseI forgot you have bigger and better plans for my life than I doI forgot you’d rather me sing about you, than someone elseI forgot you gave me your wordI forgot you promised me happinessI forgot the world revolves around youI forgot your name mattersI forgot you are realI forgot this isn’t a gameI forgot how much I need youI

Garveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11650763277125326049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12665724.post-87685136646301105772008-06-07T20:12:00.000-07:002008-06-07T22:27:23.215-07:00

..............bear with me ...............................i'm trying to get this..............................stinkin.............blog to work

Garveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11650763277125326049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12665724.post-42635975333194923422008-06-05T23:07:00.000-07:002008-06-05T23:20:43.268-07:00

I hate to see you cry Lying there in that position There's things you need to hear So turn off your tears And listen Pain throws your heart to the ground Love turns the whole thing around No it won't all go the way it should But I know the heart of life is good You know, it's nothing new Bad news never had good timing But, then your circle of friends Will defend the silver lining Pain

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love is a verb.

Garveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11650763277125326049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12665724.post-2002796765045061102008-06-01T20:11:00.000-07:002008-06-01T20:15:17.031-07:00

darkness, wind and fogyet there islight, stillness and claritydespair, anguish and rejectionyet there isjoy, serenity and acceptancehow could such a terrible wrongmake mans soul right?blood, nails and a crosshow can there behope, love and forgiveness?is it true thatthings must beworse beforethey can bebetter?ah, yes. That is the secret.The sequel to pain is joy.

Garveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11650763277125326049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12665724.post-37536659208436247932008-05-28T22:45:00.000-07:002008-05-28T22:58:27.142-07:00

Dear Jesus...Thank you that you never leave meAnd thank you that you're hard on meThank you that you always forgiveAnd thank you that you never let me get away with anythingThank you that you loved me firstAnd thank you that You heal wounds, and broken relationships alikeJesus, thank you for your truth and your gracePlease forgive me for being such a selfish jerk.You are dear to me.n.j.

Garveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11650763277125326049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12665724.post-48240280365549252612008-05-19T20:03:00.000-07:002008-05-19T20:17:00.169-07:00

Today was cool. Because God is cool. And its not just because He’s something hott to wear, or something fun to do, but He just is, okay!? And today He gave me a whole bunch of neat stuff that made me happy. For once. So I was working at PGE Park. And it was sooo sunny. Oh so sunny, indeed! And I had my Oakley’s. And I was feelin it. And then I walked to Starbucks. I burned some fat. From my toes.

Garveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11650763277125326049noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12665724.post-8852422684526507722008-05-17T21:47:00.000-07:002008-05-17T21:49:52.635-07:00

absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Garveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11650763277125326049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12665724.post-45797295405158682652008-05-14T22:45:00.000-07:002008-05-14T23:00:20.903-07:00

staring into timea void of insularityno guiding hope or rhymea voice without a melodysing to me againyour love that once resoundeda harmony withingive to me againyour heart that once soundeda symphony thereinjust sing it to me nowand i'll sing it back to youn.j.

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I’m running down these avenues of painCrossing a million boulevards of tearsSpinning ‘round, I cannot see the endThe shadows are my only friendAnd still I look to the North, to the NorthIn spite of all my runnings back and forthAnd still I look to the North, to the NorthAnd so on and so forthI’m wondering this palace of concreteSkipping rocks on the snares beneath my feetTirelessly searching for

Garveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11650763277125326049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12665724.post-78002678907450669452008-05-11T20:52:00.000-07:002008-05-11T20:54:55.741-07:00

sorry it's been so long. what else is new.i'm going to be cheap and post an excerpt of myjournal from the first day of our vacation.Monday, May 5, 2008Its been about 3 hrs. We concluded this first leg with a lunch break at Taco Bell. Yippee. I just love their service. Their food. Everything about them just shouts “Professional!” all the way to China. I mean, take for instance the friendly expert

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Today I wore my Crocs to work. I thought it was weird. They are weird. But I like them. I like being a hippie sometimes. Jocelyn hates them. I shouldn’t wear them when she’s around. I’ll have to remember that. I also dropped my new phone. Good thing I got that screen cover when I did. It survived with dignity. Ooh. I love my piece of torn paper that says “You Are” on it. It’s so intriguing. I

Garveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11650763277125326049noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12665724.post-23750135879025968172008-04-20T20:22:00.000-07:002008-04-20T21:02:59.854-07:00

See the wind blow through the trees?I'm the only one with no leaves.See the ocean rush the beach?I'm the one washed out to sea.See the rain drops kiss the ground?I'm an empty puddle now.Feel the sun rise to your aid?I'm a cold stone in the shade.- n.j.

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I’ve so much to say And still I don’t say it I’ve so much to do And still I don’t do it I’ve so much to see And still I don’t see it I have so much I wish to feel And I yet I have no feelingDon’t strike my handle Don’t break my spout Don’t tip me over And pour me out I’ve written all I have to write I’ve sung all I have to sing I’ve given all I have to give I have somewhere I

Garveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11650763277125326049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12665724.post-69449115189697836312008-03-29T21:58:00.000-07:002008-04-01T18:41:49.597-07:00

So I've been spending some time with the RevMedia Groupthat is currently shooting a documentary/dramaon the street kids of Portland.Anyway, in the midst of my hangin, i took some pictures.

Garveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11650763277125326049noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12665724.post-33774135759958584192008-03-13T18:17:00.000-07:002008-03-13T18:29:37.043-07:00

I'm fascinated by old maps. Indeed, I wish my wall were covered in an over-sized version of this very one...

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Father, take me home And quench this misery I’m lost and all alone Take this cup from me Over the pain, above the storm I hear you whispering You beckon me "Come closer child Listen to my love"

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~ ~ ~I worked in The Dalles the other day. It was a long trip.I started a doodle on the way home and just tonight I doodled it to completion.~ ~ ~[ the doodle desk ][ the doodle pad ][ the doodle ][ yeah... it's weird. i know. ]

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Send revival in my heart God, sanctify every part With Your love, with Your love Give me a passion for Your Name To sing aloud to You who came With Your love, with Your love Consuming Fire Would You fill this sinful heart? That I may worship You forever Consuming Fire Cleanse me with Your holy power That I may rise with You in splendor Consume me now Overwhelm me with Your

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Fill my sail Guide my boat Hold my hand Don’t let go Take my feet Give them wings Blow my mind With new thingsTake me to new places Fly me to new heights Tired of these old spaces Live like a kite[ i want to be free ]

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Vivacity, vitality Evanescent, a drop of dew There once was a king He had everything Life, love, a queen Merely notion and reflection Broken honor, Shattered crown Veracity, sincerity Fragility, a blade of glass A word, a slam of the door I was tossed to the street I’m a beggar boy now with nothing to eat I linger for crumbs, for anything Broken spirit, ruined heart I know they’re

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For Valentine's Day, my mother gave me a gift.(and a really funny card :)Yes. I got a lovely 20 piece flatware set for Valentine's Day.I think I'm happy.Although, I'm not sure if they're just eagerto get me out of the house.Either way, they look nice and I can't waitto put them to good use.(yes, that's actually what they look like ^ )

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Leave it to me...to whine and complain about being sickAnd then eat a brownie and ice cream for dessert.:: cough :: cough ::

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Check out this video: People Aged 1 to 100 Bang on DrumsAdd to My Profile | More Videos

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[sometimes] To have everything is loss. and [sometimes] To have nothing is gain. and [most of the time] It hurts. Give me words, and I would speak them Give me notes, and I would sing them Give me thoughts, and I would dream them Give me hopes, and I would hope them Give me love, and I would live. Take these away, and You were. Are. Will be.Phil 3:7-11But whatever gain I had, I

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I want so badly to be angry at something or someone ...and then there's God's promises. They diffuse all rage and sullen hurt. And I thank God for that. Jer 29:11-14 For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will

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No eye has seen, no ear has heardAnd no mind has imaginedWhat God has preparedFor those who love him1 Cor 2:9

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Isaiah 40:28-31 ...The Everlasting God, the Lord,The Creator of the ends of the earth Does not become weary or tired. His understanding is inscrutable. He gives strength to the weary, And to him who lacks might He increases power. Though youths grow weary and tired, And vigorous young men stumble badly, Yet those who wait for the Lord Will gain new strength; They will mount up with

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From whence I came, I do not know To whence I go, I cannot tell Jaded is my mind And weary is my conscience ‘Twas guilt and shame that rendered such a motive To smout out the existence of such an object of failure In other words, I’m tired of feeling guilty for not posting anything for so long. And since I don’t really have time spend on useless postings (or rather, the time I do have, I

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I LOVE my little nephew...( Liam )

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Well, alot's happened since my last post. I've been busy so i haven't had the time to post... sorry.BUT, of the reasons i've been busy is because my band and i just finished recording our first project called the Beautiful Sun EP. It will probably be available by September, but until then, you can check out our myspace for pics, news, and a free clip of the title track "Beautiful Sun."

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At our annual "Day Family Picnic", one of the old folks had brought an old photo album with a bunch of old pictures. Yeah, that's what I thought! So i scanned a couple of them and here they are...This is my Great, Great, Great, GreatGrandmother. It was her family that owned the landon which the "Battle of Bunker Hill" was fought.This is my Auntie Sue when she was a baby (obviously)I don't know

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The GRACE and MERCY of the crossIs neither HINDERED nor OVERCOMEBy the SIN and WRETCHEDNESS of my heart.

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So on my way back from picking strawberries that one glorious day. I saw some rusty 'ol stuff laying around. So I snapped a few shots. I'm not really sure why, but rust really fascinates me. I think it might be because I have rusty looking hair. or something. Anyway, here they are.I purposely didn't give them all the same color attributes, because I wanted to see the various colors of rust and

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So this morning it was...Juicy peaches over Honey Bunches of Oats.So this concludes my lame accounts of what I had for breakfast. Looking back on the fun days we've had together, I just can't help but wonder. How could I have stooped so low! I mean, posting pictures of my breakfast! For crying out loud! That's the lamest of lame. The most pathetic of pathetic. or something.Anyway, no more

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So this morning, first thing, I strode down to our garden and picked strawberries.They were PERFECT.And i only picked enough for my cereal (and the walk back to the house :-)I left excitedly.I washed 'em. Sliced 'em. And piled 'em on.Oh my gosh.So good.Thank you God for making strawberries.They're grrrrrrreat!

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Washing dishes the other day...

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So I'm pretty sure this is the post you have all been waiting for...It twas a fantastic day! The weather was nice, everyone played well, and everyone was in a good mood! (a rarity in Garvey excursions)Normally, I like posting my photos in black and white (as you probably already know), but I just HAD to leave this in color, because... well... there was so much color. yeah. go figure. I just LOVE

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COMING SOON!!!Pictures from the 2007 Garvey Open Tournament

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This is for "both..."Please understand that these are simply doodles! They require absolutely no skill whatsoever!That being said, I shall give you a tour of my "monkey art..."(there is such a thing)This is me putting the finishing touches on my beast of a flower..." Tada!!! "My pad...My weapon of choice..." ...a beast of a flower! "The pretty one...

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I honestly don't think it's that great, but this is a little prayer I never have quite finished until now. In fact, now that's it's finished (I think), I can sing it to myself (and God of course!), which makes it so much more of an offering to God, rather than just a few words spoken hither and thither. Father, May I never show disdain Toward the honor of Your Name Jesus, Help me to

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If we died with himWe will also live with himIf we endureWe will also reign with himIf we disown himHe will also disown usIf we are faithlessHe will remain faithfulFor he cannot disown himselfI'm sorry I have not posted any of my own work... at this point, I'm afraid I don't have any to present. Maybe I have "artist's block." I haven't a clue. Let me know if you have any ideas of what I should do

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Yeah.I'm going to post something today.For sure.Now that I've said that, I must!

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Check out this site. It's dedicated entirely to the photo capture of water droplets.* click on the picture *

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I came across this picture, edited it a little, and here, now I share it with you...

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* go to google maps, and type in new York, ny.* then click "get directions from here" and type in paris, france* next, look at step #23* and have a *laugh*.

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With tears of gratitude, I present this humble rhyme to my Savior Jesus Christ.However!I find it so ironic. So amazing. So utterly stupefying... that He who gives me these words and melodies and pictures in the first place, would be pleased when I turn around and give them back as if they were something I concocted on my own.It makes me feel like a child his/her father's arms. He gives me a page

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I thought before I left on my business trip to Seattle, I would leave you all with some inspiration from the beauty herself, Spring!Now, J and Andie, I know my photography could never ever even think about beginning to compare to the quality of your work! In fact, I almost didn't post these at all because your talent scares me...but here goes nothing... (the text refers to the picture below the

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"See how the patient Jesus stands,Insulted in His lowest case!Sinners have bound the Almighty's hands,And spit in their Creator's face.With thorns His temples gor'd and gash'dSend streams of blood from every part;His back's with knotted scourges lash'd.But sharper scourges tear His heart."-- Charles SpurgeonWhile He whose flesh was torn from his body, and whose crown was exchanged for shame,

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...after listening to a couple sermons, I was convicted of something God spoke into my head.To worship God IS to pursue holiness.Read Matthew 5:8, I Peter 2:9, Philipians 3:3

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You hide behind this maskSo innocentlyYou wrestle with this taskOf bitter uncertaintyYou're asking, "Why, why, why,Can't I see the blue sky?"And still the years pass you byWithout a word saidWithout a word saidSo confidently I can hear your voiceSo evidently calling out to meI will not fear the sting of expectations nowI will not disquiseThis open flame in open skiesAre you asking for your own

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I’ve been a’wander For far too long I start to wonder How much time has gone I pause to stare At the midnight sun And it’s then I realize It’s been far too long It’s been far too long On this broken road I travel on And though it seems I’m far too gone Your light shatters the sky In a glorious return When it’s been far too long

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You breathed Your breath in us That we might come to know That we might sing Your praise, forever You gave us lips to sing You gave us feet to bring An offering of joy, to Your throne Remember me In light of Your mercy Remember me In light of Your love You bore a crown of thorns That we might know Your grace That we might see Your face, on that day My darkness turned to

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This crooked universe Has only grown worse As life descends And truth it bends I can’t take any more I stumble out the door Only to return And face a draining sea A great wind blows It swallows our homes The strong take a stand Crowns tossed into the sand Our light once shone The darkness to disown We’ll march seven times Conquer riddles and rhymes

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Daddy dear sat me on his knee And he told me this story About a big oak tree That stands tall and wide It’s roots burrow deep It dwells by the creek It brings forth fruit and seed It’s leaves never wither nor fade So I sing this ode To the big oak tree Let us pay our dues To the big oak tree

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I thought since haven't had a clue what to post for the last week or so... I decided to just give you all a funny picture from my missions trip to Russia.It's a warning sign at a coastal fort we visited.i think you can probably figure out what it means...

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God is everything we need... ...right when we need it.God is not everything we want ...right when we want it.How often do you get your "wants" confusuzzled with your needs?

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Psalms 145:8"The LORD is gracious and merciful,slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love." Question:Ever wonder why this is one of the mostpopular verses in the Bible?Probable Answer:People (including myself) tend to interpret "slow to anger"as an absence of anger.hmm...Read Romans 2:12-16Are you afraid of Christ's return? Or do you yearn...

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Well, since I've been sick for almost 2 weeks now and have been physically unable to snowboard, I have decided to give you all a trip through the alphabet... IN SNOWBOARD TERMS! That's right, I have a snowboard trick and or term from A-Z (except U and X... there weren't anything for those. Poor U and X.)Anyway, you may know some of these, but i tried to pick the most interesting ones. There's

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When I was much younger, I “ran away” from home several times. I remember one instance quite vividly; I was about 5 or 6 years old and I was angry! For some reason I wanted to show my mother I didn’t have to stick around the place. I could just leave at any moment… and so I did. It was a beautiful, warm day—probably about 70 degrees or so; perfect for such escapades. This time in particular, I

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I just came across something I wrote in Russia (7/29/06). And so begins my next attempt at blogging... blood and water flowed down for sins our shame, the double cure like an autumn rain upon the ground your love and mercy made us pure what response have I to this? that grace abounds in such a place? forgive me Lord, for it’s heaven I miss by taking for granted such immeasurable grace

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