I’ve been really excited about the possibilities that I feel God has planted in my heart. It’s a been a real season of risk, faith, hope and awesomecrediblephenomness. Yes, thats what you do when you don’t have a word for it.
In this season I have recognized a pattern in me that I have also seen in others and in many Scriptural stories. I’d like to share it with you.
Thanks to everyone who attended our Christmas Eve Celebration. This year we tied the whole service together with some poorly written poetry that told a version of the Christmas/salvation story, and I can say poorly written… because I wrote it.
I’ve been a asked a couple of times where to get it, so, I thought I’d make it available here at the CrossEyedLife.
It comes in five sections as a progressive story and many thanks to Sam Wilk who narrated for us… great job!
It was Memorial Weekend a few years ago, and due to my lack of planning we couldn’t go camping. As this news would be seriously disappointing to my boys, we determined to continue the camping excursion, even though every campsite in a tri-state area was booked.
We simply moved our adventure to KOA Addisland. Yep, we’ve all done it; camping in the backyard, that is. This would be my boy’s first experience.
Hot dogs and smores over an open fire, a six-man tent pitched in record time (3.5 hours… I didn’t say which record), and a complete lack of bathrooms. Oh, we had them, but we made the boys go outside to increase the authenticity.
Never should have started that… they’d rather ‘water the lawn’ than all the other civilized options to this day.