Kirkland Arts Center

I took this photo on a walk this morning with Connie.

There's an opportunity for me to get involved with the Kirkland Arts Center, so we'll see what happens. But I love art, and I love Kirkland. It just makes sense. More to come...

Gone Home

David Wilkerson, a great man of God died today.

As a little girl, I remember reading The Cross and the Switchblade comic book and being fascinated by his story and his willingness to give his life up for the lost and broken. I remember how he so fearlessly gave love away, all for the cause of Truth.

But today, at age 79, he went to be with his Creator.

You can read about it here.

Here's his most recent blog post from just yesterday.

And here's a powerful sermon he preached recently.

The Big Time

Hi guys & gals.
Remember this old picture from my stock photography archives?



Well...it made it into The Colbert Report in March. How hilarious is that?

I can't find the full episode on Hulu anymore, but the clip I'm in made it to the Colbert Nation website.

Check it out here. I'm 43 seconds in. It's easy to miss, so look closely.

[Special thanks to Danette V.W. for spotting me and leaving me a voicemail telling me about her find: "ROSEANNE RUIZ....You are going to crap your pants...!"]

Wings

Walking out on our back hill tonight, this is what Jen and I found. We looked up and there it was! A wild and beautiful sky.

“In my distress I called to the LORD;
I called out to my God.
From his temple he heard my voice;
my cry came to his ears.
The earth trembled and quaked,
the foundations of the heavens shook;
they trembled because he was angry.
Smoke rose from his nostrils;
consuming fire came from his mouth,
burning coals blazed out of it.
He parted the heavens and came down;
dark clouds were under his feet.
He mounted the cherubim and flew;
he soared on the wings of the wind.
He made darkness his canopy around him—
the dark rain clouds of the sky.
Out of the brightness of his presence
bolts of lightning blazed forth.
The LORD thundered from heaven;
the voice of the Most High resounded.
He shot his arrows and scattered the enemy,
with great bolts of lightning he routed them.
The valleys of the sea were exposed
and the foundations of the earth laid bare
at the rebuke of the LORD,
at the blast of breath from his nostrils.

“He reached down from on high and took hold of me;
he drew me out of deep waters.
He rescued me from my powerful enemy,
from my foes, who were too strong for me.
They confronted me in the day of my disaster,
but the LORD was my support.
He brought me out into a spacious place;
he rescued me because he delighted in me.

2 Samuel 22:7-20

ships are launching from my chest

Great filming with an equally great soundtrack makes me want to do things I've never wanted to do....like do 360's on a mountain bike.

Check it out.

Forestry

I'd like it if my running route looked a little more like this.


This would do too.

With the Last of the Mohican's soundtrack on repeat.


{found here and here}

Today...I would go to the Seychelle islands.

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