lumière de monde
Light of the world
You stepped down into darkness
Opened my eyes let me see
Beauty that made
This heart adores You
Hope of a life spent with You
So here I am to worship
Here I am to bow down
Here I am to say that You're my God
And You're altogether lovely
Altogether worthy
Altogether wonderful to me
King of all days
Oh so highly exalted
Glorious in heaven above
Humbly You came
To the earth You created
All for love's sake became poor
And I'll never know how much it cost
To see my sin upon that cross
And I'll never know how much it cost
To see my sin upon that cross
matt redman
sunnyd
Methinks I'm rather eclectic, a puzzle. I can't describe myself. My personality is broad, what some have called "A Hub"... :-) *chuckles*
This is a fab quote:
"My clothes keep my various selves buttoned up together, and enable all these otherwise irreconcilable aggregates of psychological phenomena to pass thenselves off as one person."
-Logan Pearsall Smith
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rainbow toesox, yellow happy faces, rainbows, journal entries, suns, stars, basketball, skate shoes, high heels, cobalt blue, archie comics, low profile tires, sparkles, etc...
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Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Well, with the weather patterns what they were, it's no suprise to have a thunder storm this evening. However, the flash-flood effect and the torrential dounpour, severe winds etc were a little unexpected.... Our window well is almost washed away, our backyard(s) are one giant river, the front street is a lake with a huge under current and whirlpools where the man holes are supposedly located. 121 avenue would be a joke if it were not for the stress we are all experiencing. Steve and I have just gotten inside from a full hour of bucket-hauling, knee-deep wading and general water parading; sopping back and forth through the house, up and down the stairs, trekking sandy wetness across the laminate, into the carpet and down the stairs with only the ominous thoughts of our basement flooding. Amazing how a disaster can bring a group of total strangers together! Several cars died, and were helped out; shoes and toys washed away and were returned. Cameras abound, flashes going wild; exclamations and unknown-named people converse. A flip-flop floats past the underwater front porch. Anyone who notices laughs with chagrin. We will likely be up all night, restless with worry, concerned with our basements, feeling sorry for those who actually have flooded basements and curious if our cars will run in the morning. The rain is letting up, sirens are wailing, people are going indoors and I think I will post this.
I Thank God for keeping me safe and warm and pray for all those who are not so fortunate. :-O
toodles~
- posted by SunnyD @
10:27 PM
Sunday, July 01, 2007
...The open called her. What would greet her outside the wide portal?She expected to see a bleak barren gray waste of land. She forgot that a fog of rain and snow had obscured the landscape for the whole of two days' journey into Colorado. Wherefore she she was not prepared for grass and green growths which escorted the brook in its evident leap down a hill. Harriet paused. How brilliant the sunlight! How cold, sweet,intoxicating the air! Frost glistened like diamonds on rocks near by, on the long grass. Just to the right of the gateway a road led out toward a brushy ridge, beyond which she could not see. Directly in front of her there appeared to be a gulf that ran on into the blue of the sky. She gazed mystified. WAs she standing on a mountain top? Below the blue the dim gray shapes and streaks took form, until it dawned upon her that the streaked gray must be land - distant range on range.Whereupon Harriet strode out along the brook to the verge where it leaped down with murmur and splash. There was unconscious defiance in her action. By some strange circumstanced she had not yet seen any extensive or formidable section of the West. Only monotonous Kansas prairie lands from the window of a railroad coach!Suddenly the ground fell away from her feet. A V-shaped gully, all grass-benched and thicket-sloped, opened before her, to widen and descend to a colourful valley that spread out to merge into purple range. Pastures full of cattle, and log-fenced bare spots of land, and cabins nestling among the cottonwoods, and a silver stream winding parallel with a yellow road, arrested her gaze while seemin to lead it onward toan immensity of space out there. But Harriet attended to what lay close at hand and intimate enough to grasp. This valley constituted part of the ranch. Harriet had to concede its astounding fertility, beauty, and tranquility. Cows were mooing, calves were bawling, horses were neighing and above all sounded a raucous bray. A rolliking masculine voice, young and strong, floated up from the green. She saw a mounted rider cross an open patch. Beyond the valley spread the range, rolling and purple, ridged and swaled, dotted with cattle in the foreground and gradually merging into boundless expanse. League upon league stretched down to what seh realized was a descent to the Great Plains. She was confounded. No landscape had ever approached this. It dwarfed Lake Erie from the highest hill. She began dimly to grasp its meaning....
- posted by SunnyD @
11:21 PM
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aw shux. taggies are such fun. :-P *sniggles* HOWEVER... Steve, my lovely hubby has shown me how to make a
meebo widget.... so you can chat with me. :-) try it out!
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