Hey guys! Merry Christmas! Guess what? Remember Fox, my cute baby golden retriever (who's not so small anymore?) Well, I forgot to tell you about my other animals, three cats, in fact. The first is Snowball, our cross-eyed Siamese with a good ol' dash of Siamaditude. She's as ornery as they come, but also super sweet, with a dash of fierce. Peanut is our second cat, a small, simple-minded kitty with a sweet streak...and not much else, except for a whole lot of cuteness and a squeaky meow. Last, but not least, is our brand-new addition to our family, Tangerine. He's a white/orange cat with slightly oval eyes, a nasal purr and a flat, striped tail. He's so sweet and very, very cute. Anyway, I already love this cat. We adopted him from an animal shelter, and I can't help but wonder what this little guy's been through. I love that he's ours. It made me think about our adoption, though. God adopted us too, in our helpless state, but we didn't have near as much street cred as Tangerine. After all, cat's aren't really bad, are they? They can be clumsy, or goofy, or sometimes a little vindictive, but overall cat's aren't bad, especially not Tangerine. So think about this gift: God adopted us when He knew everything about us, all of our sin. Unlike Tangerine, we weren't just stuck, not looking for Him. We were running in the opposite direction. So remember how much God loves you that He calls you His own and loves you so much that He would die for you. If that's not a reason to celebrate, what is? Merry Christmas!
iPod, you were in your plastic baggy I stared at you as I cleaned the kitchen How broken you were! The rice could not fix you, it seemed A friend suggested I get a new one Replace you, dear iPod? I had no other choice! You've been with me through a lot, dear iPod Through my first couple basketball games Through that terrible thunderstorm I listened to you during my sad times I played you when I was happy Your music reminded me of good memories Why, wonderful iPod, why did I let you get wet? It was such an innocent thunderstorm I held you as I listened to your song But was it for the last time? I listened to you as we drove long miles Your ability to store music astounds me So many memories are in those songs! My little iPod, you played as we grouted the porch You were beside me in the late nights when I couldn't sleep You lie on my pillow, supplying me with audio as I draw Dear little iPod, your music kept me running I guess I shall have to say good-bye,...
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