When my half Swiss roommate moved in we started referring to the house as a hotel. Maybe it was the crisp white towels I told her she was free to use? Whatever the reason it kind of stuck and we like it. So welcome to the Swampoodle Hotel!
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Happy Father's Day to an amazing man.
Thank you for worrying about me.
Thank you for your committed love to mom.
Thank you for making sure I always have my phone charger, contact lenses and glasses :).
Thank you for your pursuit of Christ.
I love you, Dad!
(*you picked a good one, Mom)
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Monday, April 29, 2013
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
It's my place to "meet with God." Different seasons have meant different places, but it's here for now and it's where my stubborn bum often plops down for a rebuke from God's word mingled with and overshadowed by His mercy and loving kindness. It's where he reminds me:
"...I will bear you, carry you, and deliver you (Isaiah 46:4). I will make an everlasting covenant with you, that I will not turn away from you to do you good (Jeremiah 32:40). I swear that I will show you the kindness of God (1 Samuel 20:14-17). I can as soon forget to be God as forget to be gracious. While My name is Jehovah-merciful, gracious, long-suffering, abundant in goodness and truth-I will never forget to show mercy to you..."
from Precious Promises of the Gospel (p18)
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Pearle was a dearly loved and faithful church member for over fifty years. (These days at CHBC, you're considered an "Old Timer" if you are in the 5+ years bracket). I had the privilege of helping coordinate her funeral service and it truly was a delight as I poured over pictures and memories of the life of one who had finished the race well. Though only survived by a niece and great nephew, she leaves behind a legacy. The testimony of her life was this: She loved God. She loved His word. She loved His church. These words rang from the voices of women from her Sunday School class (the "Friendship Class" in those days) as they shared stories and memories of her dedication and love for God. I am told Pearle had hoped to take the gospel overseas, but a back injury prevented her from fulfilling that dream. She ended up spending over thirty years of her life as the church secretary, among many other roles. Hers was a long life of faithfulness to a faithful God. And I think she might just be my hero.