Out Of The Mouth Of Babes. . .
From an 8th grader in a friend’s classroom, commenting on a character in her reading:
“I absolutely adore everything Grandma India says. She speaks with such wisdom, strength, and love. When she is talking to Melba about her crying and that warriors don’t cry, it really makes me realize how amazing god is even though I don’t believe that god exists. The power he gives to Melba is astounding. I never realized that god is actually important to people and Grandma India showed this to me.”
Well that just about undid me.
‘Nuff said.
Pretty Sweet
Behringer XENYX 1204FX
Just bought it, stared playing around with it a little. Pretty dang sweet.
Everyone needs a feel good self gift every now and then.
Growing A Bear Beard.
I was told that it looks like a bear fell asleep on my face. I think I might let it grow until June, or at least until graduation.
Beep . . .beeeep…. Beep
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in our day He would spread SIM-cards instead
of seeds, check for our reception of voice
and text; speak of the calls dropped by the road-
side, or bounced beneath cement tunnels: blocked
signals which descend like pigeons. He’d warn
of satellites which snatch words from our mouths,
yet chide those who live in fear, with their phones
suspiciously off; and the forgetful
who can never seem to nightly plug in
to recharge and refresh. He would finish
with a parable: an end to roaming
charges and our minutes rolling over.
unblinking He’d ask, “can you hear Me now?”
and pray He would receive more than static.
~ MEH
And The Cherry On Top
My car has died. I’m carless.