Pic courtesy of Eddi Van W via Flikr I've only just a minute, Only sixty seconds in it. Forced upon me, can't refuse it, Didn't seek it, didn't choose it, But it's up to me to use it. I must suffer if I lose it, Give account if I abuse it, Just a tiny little minute, But eternity is in it. Dr. Benjamin E. Mays This poem was recited by our coach at boot camp today and i thought I would share it here. It's so incredibly interesting how we perceive a minute. This morning, while we were (suppose to be) doing a plank for a minute it seemed like the longest minute I've encountered all week. But later, while enjoying time with my family, 30 of them went by in a snap! How are you viewing your minutes; all the ones God gave you? Are you wishing some of them away? Wishing you were doing anything but the thing God placed you right in the middle of? When you have those encounters just remember this poem by Dr. Benjamin E. Mays. Eternity is in it.
Pic: Flickr creative commons My blogging class is over (😢) and the class and I will start learning some coding and web development next semester. Some of my students are still blogging a bit and my own daughter has started her own blog so keep checking out the links here for those student blogs. I took some time off of almost everything that didn't relate to family and work for the last month. I had a very nice holiday for the Thanksgiving/Christmas break. Our family took a fun trip to the Gatlinburg area (more on that in another blog post!) and enjoyed family and relaxation for the New Year week. Now that I am feeling mostly refreshed on to the next thing. Which is..... Goals for 2018! I don't really set resolutions. I don't feel like "resolute" really defines the way I tackle any new thing. Although I'd love it to... it's just not the truth. I'm not sure "admirably purposeful" or "unwavering" is re...
Get into my belly! 📷: Google Images Late night googling can be dangerous. First, you may find things you can't wait to try. RIGHT THEN! Regardless of the time of night (or early morning). Take this French rolled omelet for instance. I didn't even know there was such a beautiful thing. But, my friend Google knew. And now I do too. I not only know about these little beauties I've also decided they may be my favorite way to eat eggs. So I must insist suggest you try them for yourself. The journey to French omelety goodness... The other night I stumbled across the fact that the French prefer their omelets to taste way better than our American omelets. Who knew? Well, maybe the American transplanted French people. Poor transplants. If you're one, I am sorry for our omelet inferiority. We do have many things you can enjoy. Like hamburgers. And Crawfish etouffee. Accept these as consolation prizes. They are pretty good conso...
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