moving home...

meet my new roommates! i have recently move home to georgia... and when i say i moved home i not only mean to the state that i lived in for roughly fourteen years i also mean i moved in with my parents. many thing have prompted this decision and it is a blessing to be able to return. this blessing comes with both joy and akwardness... so it should provide many opportunities for me to write and share with you daily snips in this ever changing ever challenging and ever entertaining life...

like the wii my father recently got... i am sure i will be keeping you up to date with triumphs and victories... as today after church i boxed in four matches and three of them were KNOCK OUTS! last night i played golf and well there is some room for improvement but then i went bowling and whipped up on my sister with a score of 210 or something like that... with the spirit of the olympics in the air one could say i have aquired the fire and i am yet again training.

training leads me back to another fire that has been aquired and that is running or lets call it jogging... i have picked it back up as a means to keep the peace, provide free entertainment, and shead the lbs that were put on during the stress of this winter... bring it on... some days i can run just a mile or two other days i feel like i could just keep going on to nashville... i should keep track of my millage and see how many days it would take me... okay so i have rambled now...

on this fathers day sunday that can be joyful for some and painful for others i leave you with our closing hymn from church... for it is our Heavenly Father who is our only HOPE for our broken and unsatisfied hearts...

How Deep the Father’s Love for Us

How deep the Father's love for us, how vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son to make a wretch His treasure.
How great the pain of searing loss; the Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the Chosen One bring many sons to glory.

Behold the Man upon the cross, my sin upon His shoulders;
Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice call out among the scoffers.
It was my sin that held Him there until it was accomplished;
His dying breath has brought me life--I know that it is finished.

I will not boast in anything--no gifts, no pow'r, no wisdom--
But I will boast in Jesus Christ; His death and resurrection.
Why should I gain from His reward? I cannot give an answer;
But this I know with all my heart--His wounds have paid my ransom.