The Feeling of Dusty Shoes
Dust from a construction project feels like an old friend who I haven't seen for a couple years. Growing up it was always around me, like a friend that comes for an unplanned visit and stays with you for three days.
Dust and I got along so well because were both victims of the person working on the project. I was only the assistant to the person making the dust. My primary job was holding the dumb end of the tape measure, conscripted into service against my will. The dust was like a peaceful tenant forcefully evicted from its' home. Maybe I was more than a victim, because it was also my job to take the broom and dispose of the dust.
Despite my limited title and responsibilities some of the lingo stuck with me and I can still tell the difference between a cat's paw, flat bar, hammer, and crow bar and I still remember if all else fails use a bigger hammer or get the chain saw.
Recently dust and I met at a friend's construction project. I forgot the joy of pulling nails and listening to the radio. There is a sense of satisfaction from having my hands busy while still maintaining the capacity to think about something other than the task before me.
Google Has David Defined; Life, Lust, and Love
While searching for a particular bible passage about David the three suggested search terms made me briefly consider how well David's life could be summed up in just these three stories. Life, Lust, and Love. You decide which is which.
Favorite Quotes: You are Worthy…
"... Of a child-like faith And of my honest praise And of my unashamed love Of a holy life And of my sacrifice And of my unashamed love."-Unashamed Love by Ten Shekel Shirt
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You have searched me, LORD, and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue you, LORD, know it completely. Psalm 139 NIV
Through That Gate of Glass…
I know a garden with three strange gates
Of silver, of gold, and glass.
At every gate, in a deep, soft voice,
A sentinel murmurs, "Pass."At night I passed through the silver gate,
An ivory moon rode high;
I heard the song of the silver stars
That swung in the silver sky.I walked at dawn through the gate of gold,
And came to a golden sea.
Seven mermaids rose from the golden waves
And fluttered white hands to me.At last I came to the other gate.
The sentinel murmured, "Pass!"
I never will tell what lovely things
I saw through that gate of glass.
-'The Last Gate' by Stella Mead
Then the LORD God took the man and put him in the garden of Eden to tend and keep it. -Genesis 2:15 NKJV