1st Day of Preschool

Pictures from CA

Nehemiah sleeping in Mandy's bed

Nehemiah sleeping with Renee

A Joyful Christian

This past weekend, I got to spend time with Elin, a friend from Cal Poly. Elin recently came to Christ and her husband soon followed. My heart leaps with joy that i have 2 more friends that I get to spend eternity with. Spending time with Elin reminded me of my early Christian days, days that i now find myself longing for. The days when you just couldnt wait to get away to spend time to pray and read your Bible instead of having it be one of the things that you "need to do". How thoughts of God consume your mind and your heart and are spilled out of your mouth. Elin and I spent alot of time talking about how God works in our lives. I loved to hear how God has changed her heart about things that she once felt strongly about. When she left to go home I found myself praying, God i want THAT desire I once had for you, back. What do i need to do? God spoke to me today when i asked Him again. His answer was simple.

"Let ME consume you."







ok God Consume me...

Some Wisdom from Ireland?

I got an email today from a friend out in Cali that I thought I'd share that sheds a little bit of wisdom and insight into our current elections. It's a little bit old but still humorous...

An email from Ireland to their brethren in the States...a point to ponder:


'We, in Ireland, can't figure out why people are even bothering to hold
an election in the United States
On one side, you have a pants wearing lawyer, married to a lawyer who
can't keep his pants on, who's in a long and heated primary against
a lawyer who goes to the wrong church who is married to yet another lawyer
who doesn't like whites or even like the country her husband wants to run.
Now...On the other side, you have a nice old war hero whose name starts
with the appropriate Mc terminology married to a good looking younger
woman who owns a beer distributorship.
What in Lords name are you lads thinking over there in the colonies, acting like
there's a choice?

Okay, so I thought that I would put up a post showing exactly what I meant in the past about "how the modern man catches his dinner." In retrospect, it is more how the modern soldier (not the ones you see on TV at big bases like Kandahar or Bagram who have "boring" jobs) goes about getting his groceries. Very close to our base is a little valley between two ridges roughly the size of about six to eight football fields. Not very big but big enough to do what we need to do. At the predetermined time, or in most cases twenty to thirty minutes late, a big plane will fly over and eject anywhere from 12 -16 pallets of whatever they are delivering out it's backside. As it does this, parachutes deploy and gently deliver the precious cargo to the ground. Of course, by gently, I mean quickly and in some cases it involves parachutes getting tangled and not doing their job, or even a pallet full of Afghani Evian bottles coming completely apart and falling at full speed from 2000 feet above. That's only happened a couple of times though. Generally, this is how we get our fuel, food, and water; anything else comes by helicopter.

There are also some other pictures I put up because I had mentioned that the plane is sometimes (by sometimes, I mean rarely) on time. There are these local children (by children I would like to insinuate demon spawn, but I won't) that are very cute, but would steal the tires off the truck when your back was turned if they could find a way. The other day, this one girl, the one beating the living crap out of that cow above, had climbed up into the turret of Mike's truck, found a Dole fruit snack cup, and was eating it before he knew what was going on. She is also the one to whom we fed the Mocha flavored, caffiene enhanced Clifshot Gel.

I think there is another post of pictures that I have yet neglected to put up, but I have to figure out what that is, then I'll post it. Otherwise, word to your mother.