Yes the morning is the best time. They are all asleep. The house is quiet!
I love to watch them talk and laugh though. They are building memories!
I remember my mom making homemade cinnamon buns for my slumber parties. Hummmm. That is my memory and I don't want to have to share it. lol I think I'll make them something else.
My Today,
Christy
Friday, July 30, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
My Today Isn't Your Today
Dreams... your dreams...
A vision... your vision...
Heart... your heart...
Give it your all. Never give up.
Trust in the Lord!
My Today,
Christy
A vision... your vision...
Heart... your heart...
Give it your all. Never give up.
Trust in the Lord!
My Today,
Christy
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Random Acts of Kindness
Tonight I had so much fun!
A couple of friends and I got to help do random acts of kindness for our church. Our church picked up the dinner tab for 17 tables at a local mom and pop pizza place. We sat off to the side, picked a table and watched. It was great! Instead of the server giving them their bill they gave them a card from Glad Tidings Church and explained to them their meal was paid for. Big smiles appeared on their faces!
I love my church!
My Today,
Christy
A couple of friends and I got to help do random acts of kindness for our church. Our church picked up the dinner tab for 17 tables at a local mom and pop pizza place. We sat off to the side, picked a table and watched. It was great! Instead of the server giving them their bill they gave them a card from Glad Tidings Church and explained to them their meal was paid for. Big smiles appeared on their faces!
I love my church!
My Today,
Christy
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
It has been a year...
... since I last blogged.
My last post was about our amazing Ride With Purpose. We have just finished our second Ride With Purpose. 13 brave individuals and 8 cool Harley's. We went a total of 1200 miles. We made our way towards Northwest Florida and found ourselves in the rain. Lots of rain. We decided to change our course and chase after the sun. (There is a sermon in that somewhere)
We headed through Georgia and visited the Andersonville National Cemetery and POW Museum. It was an amazing place. I had visited Andersonville in the early 90's with my Grandpa, Richard Throckmorton. He told me about the plans that were in the works for a museum and how he had been interviewed about his experiences during World War II when he was a POW. I had never seen the videos until that day. I was not prepared for the flood of emotions that washed over me while viewing the interview clips. My Grandpa passed away a couple of years ago, but I am so proud to be his granddaughter.
The next day brought beautiful sunny skies and a gorgeous ride into Alabama, until an automobile accident caused two of our bikes to wreck. I was watching the oncoming traffic as a truck topped the hill and didn't slow down for the stopped truck, patiently waiting to make a left hand turn into a drive way. The thought, they're not gonna stop, was swirling through my head when in a blink the truck struck the stopped vehicle, she said she was going 55 mph. Five of our bikes had passed the trucks by this time and the next two bikes tried to avoid the accident. I could see one of the bikes shaking as the driver tried to keep it under control while truck parts flew at him. The next thing I knew the bikes were sliding across the road. My friends rolling, twisting, sliding. It was a very strange feeling. Watching my friends in trouble... unable to make it stop. Before I could think of what to do I found myself praying. When the dust settled it was determined that everyone would be alright. There were bumps, bruises, one broken hand, a pulled muscle and lots of road rash. We trailered one bike back home, but the other guy rode his bike the rest of the way. (I have some really tough friends!)
We were all very thankful it wasn't any worse. God was with us that day!
The following day we began our journey back to Florida. The remainder of the trip was uneventful and we were glad.
We meet a very funny Chief of Police in Richland, Ga who made us laugh when we needed it the most.
We made new friends on this trip and shared the love of Jesus along the way.
My Today,
Christy
My last post was about our amazing Ride With Purpose. We have just finished our second Ride With Purpose. 13 brave individuals and 8 cool Harley's. We went a total of 1200 miles. We made our way towards Northwest Florida and found ourselves in the rain. Lots of rain. We decided to change our course and chase after the sun. (There is a sermon in that somewhere)
We headed through Georgia and visited the Andersonville National Cemetery and POW Museum. It was an amazing place. I had visited Andersonville in the early 90's with my Grandpa, Richard Throckmorton. He told me about the plans that were in the works for a museum and how he had been interviewed about his experiences during World War II when he was a POW. I had never seen the videos until that day. I was not prepared for the flood of emotions that washed over me while viewing the interview clips. My Grandpa passed away a couple of years ago, but I am so proud to be his granddaughter.
The next day brought beautiful sunny skies and a gorgeous ride into Alabama, until an automobile accident caused two of our bikes to wreck. I was watching the oncoming traffic as a truck topped the hill and didn't slow down for the stopped truck, patiently waiting to make a left hand turn into a drive way. The thought, they're not gonna stop, was swirling through my head when in a blink the truck struck the stopped vehicle, she said she was going 55 mph. Five of our bikes had passed the trucks by this time and the next two bikes tried to avoid the accident. I could see one of the bikes shaking as the driver tried to keep it under control while truck parts flew at him. The next thing I knew the bikes were sliding across the road. My friends rolling, twisting, sliding. It was a very strange feeling. Watching my friends in trouble... unable to make it stop. Before I could think of what to do I found myself praying. When the dust settled it was determined that everyone would be alright. There were bumps, bruises, one broken hand, a pulled muscle and lots of road rash. We trailered one bike back home, but the other guy rode his bike the rest of the way. (I have some really tough friends!)
We were all very thankful it wasn't any worse. God was with us that day!
The following day we began our journey back to Florida. The remainder of the trip was uneventful and we were glad.
We meet a very funny Chief of Police in Richland, Ga who made us laugh when we needed it the most.
We made new friends on this trip and shared the love of Jesus along the way.
My Today,
Christy
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