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I ran my hand through the water on the banks of the pond that day. As I sat under the golden crisp light beaming down on me, I knew the time was not for decision making but rather reaction. Just as my hand ran through the water and out my fingers as it pulled from the wake, so too are you my Love. No matter how many hours I sit on the banks of the soggy pond, the water will forever slip. I find myself wondering if there is any hope for my fingers to hold on to what is so obviously wishing to flow away…will the water turn into the dirt I could once grip onto? ...

I have been out of the loop the past few days and I wanted to let everyone know I was okay. I decided on 15th Saturday I decided to take advantage of the unusually warm December weather. It was 65 and dry. The rain was suppose to be coming that night and I quickly jumped on the RC51. I took my usual ride down through Ruth Mountain road and had a great rhythm. The corners were carving well and the bike was running quick. I had my fun and decided to turn around and head home before the rain hit. As I hit the last corner before a little creek I saw a glimpse of gravel. I slowed down and got ready to take the turn. What I didn’t realize was that the gravel I saw was totally spewed across the whole width. It wasn’t just a patch. I began pumping the breaks slightly and sure enough, my back wheel locked and I started to loose control. I saw the farm field in front of me and thought of just riding into the field. Just as I got the bike straight the front wheel slipped on some gravel. That was the last straw and I decided to go airborne. I flipped off the bars and ate the concrete. The bike twirled on by missing me by a few inches. That was that. I blacked out and woke to a group of people standing above me. I tried a few times to walk and get up but kept falling over blacking out. Some amazing people stopped and helped me out, a young guy took me to the ER and the rest is history. ...

VS I am back to short hair and love the feeling of not wearing a hat all day. Sheesh! 

It is often in the course of life that we are put to the test of our faith. My little brother just txt’ed me saying “Shotgun is at mom’s house.” If only I could. If only it were that easy.There is a calling that we must listen and hold tight to as we engross ourselves into the life of Christ. God is Love. Love is God. Love is the Word. Hence why John 1:1 makes so much sense. Watch: ...