It is winter, and basketball season is in full bloom. Ashlie prefers baseball, but I am definitely more partial to the hardwood court. Michael, Jacob, and Allison each play on a different team, and they've won more games than they have lost...which is certainly preferable to the other option. Each of the three is one of the best defensive players on their team. I'm really not sure why, as their father's version of defense is generally to wave hello to the offensive player as he blows by me for an easy score. Perhaps it has something to do with meal-time, and the skills they have honed keeping each other from grabbing that last tansy chicken nugget or piece of apple pie. Whatever the reason, it works well.
Michael is the point guard for his team, and surprisingly has learned how to pass quite well at an early age. Once again, he didn't get that from me. I haven't yet learned how to make a pass at his mother that accomplishes anything...
A family of six in Arkansas, Primitive Baptist in faith, and all thinking that "it's not wise to upset a Wookie."
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Friday, December 7, 2007
Monday, October 1, 2007
Campout
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Reality
I was thinking today that I would like a pulpit right now, and a willing congregation, to preach on the reality of the child of God - particularly the believer. God is real, Grace is real, and Heaven is real. The things of this life are real, but they are swiftly passing by and some day will not be in existence. Heaven will be, though. Heaven is not some dream or fantasy, but it is real, and someday will be the only reality we know.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Song Request
If someone could email me, or mail me, the words and music to the hymn "It Is Finished," I would be most greatful.
Adam
Adam
Sea World
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
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