Saturday, July 17, 2010
Parabéns Rodrigo & Katie!
This picture has been taken from one of the Harrison's facebook pages. Today is their wedding day and I, along with the rest of our team, are incredibly excited about this and wish we could be with them for this celebration. I have never met Katie, although I do hope to meet her in the future whether it is on earth or heaven. Rodrigo was our translator from the Brazil trip and he is an awesome friend. I am incredibly excited to see where God will take these two adventurers in their lifetime. I'm praying for y'all! Congratulations! Parabéns!
Friday, July 16, 2010
Floating around in my Mind
I really like youth ministry... maybe too much?
I am not the biggest fan of summer school, but it will soon be over.
I am incredibly behind on photography. Never fear, Stephamiah is next!
I want to blog about a myriad of subjects, but I don't seem to have the time.
Time budgeting will be a huge part of my life over the next few weeks.
I am not the biggest fan of summer school, but it will soon be over.
I am incredibly behind on photography. Never fear, Stephamiah is next!
I want to blog about a myriad of subjects, but I don't seem to have the time.
Time budgeting will be a huge part of my life over the next few weeks.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Poetry Makes Me Gloomy
I'm currently writing part of a paper about the following poem. Although, I want to strangle poetry in general and set it ablaze, this is the first poem that I have written about that I haven't completely hated in every aspect. Yes, I have a very gloomy outlook on summer school. No, I don't think that's going to change much. However, this poem states why perfectly. (Also, when I came downstairs this morning, Barney was singing about obligations versus fun on TV. Isn't that a great way to start your day?)
Stopping by Woods on a Snow Evening
by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sounds the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Stopping by Woods on a Snow Evening
by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sounds the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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