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Do you ever get specific lines of things stuck in your head?  For the last couple days I have had a line stuck in my head from “There is a Fountain Filled with Blood” by William Cowper.  The line is this:

When this poor lisping stammering tongue, lies silent in the grave… Then in a nobler sweeter song, I’ll sing thy power to save.

I really enjoy that song, though at face value it would appear morbid, if one takes the time to understand the words it is truly beautiful.  Whenever we sing this at church, this line just gets me every time and tends to stick with me for a while.

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After work I went promptly to the hardware store and bought some pest juice and sprayed the hell out of the perimeter of my home.  About an hour later I walked outside and enjoyed the fact nothing was crawling

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I found this spawn of Satan hatching little ones before attempting to lay siege to my house.  The animals are against us my friends.  I suggest you sharpen your skills and get ready, you never know when they’ll come after you next.

Did I mention Di is deathly afraid of spiders?

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The last few weeks Noel has spoke on a indicators in your life that your focus was not where it was supposed to be (God).  One of the major indicators that he spoke of was contentment ( do you obsess over something, or are to totally cool if God took that thing away too).

Last night I was putting a window shaker style ac unit in my bedroom because I’m content not paying to replace my broken central air unit when something quite challenging happened to me.  You see, my wife and I strive to be somewhat of a minimalist, I just don’t want to accumulate junk in my life.  My bedroom consists of two night stands, two lamps, a bed, and a dresser.  Nothing else goes in my bedroom, because I don’t need anything else in my bedroom.  My family purchased Di and I a very nice dresser for a wedding gift, heirloom quality, good stuff…  Well, while being VERY careful trying to manage this ac unit, and being quite annoyed that it was dripping water every turn I made, I snagged this dresser with a corner of the ac unit.

I was instantly bummed that I had just hurt something that I liked, I was more frustrated that I hurt something Diana really liked.  I was bummed, but not in anyway tormented, but I was a little concerned what my bride would have to say…  And much to my liking, she shrugged and said “its all just stuff.”  This is not to say that we don’t care, and that she wasn’t disappointed, but more that we where not willing to let this be a “BIG” deal.

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