Saturday, February 19, 2005
1000 hits
i shall soon have recorded one thousand hits to this site. Maybe I'll have to do something about that. give me some ideas. prizes to the person who does the deed? dunno. I'll know who does it so that will work. but what for the prize? maybe I'll should post a picture of the person with writing to the effect of giving due recognition. any ideas? comments? suggestions?
life
life continues. homework piles up. work is done. paychecks are recieved. goot times are had. Yeah been doing quite a bit of the socializing lately. Just got back from playing laser tag in our church building with a bunch of other Moody guys. Last night I went to a MNW students house for dinner and games with a bunch of other students. That was fun. Not much else is happening. Homework is getting to be more of a challenge time wise. And I have been working fewer hours this week too. though I did work nine hours today. I want to be working exactly twenty hours a week and I think I will start being able to get the hours I want at work. Im on all the manager's good side. =) I even come into work on time.
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Monday, February 07, 2005
How Deep the Fathers 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 power, 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
Stuart Townend
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 power, 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
Stuart Townend
Third Day
It doesn't take much
For me to shed a tear
And you have done so many things
To make me cry
Whenever I think
Of all that I've done wrong
And everything that you have done
To make it right
It doesn't take much
For my heart to break
And you have done it
For what's seems the millionth time
from You Are Mine
by Third Day
For me to shed a tear
And you have done so many things
To make me cry
Whenever I think
Of all that I've done wrong
And everything that you have done
To make it right
It doesn't take much
For my heart to break
And you have done it
For what's seems the millionth time
from You Are Mine
by Third Day
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
Flying Pics
Me in the back seat.
Aaron on the front seat scanning for traffic.
Lining up with Rnwy 3L.
Having fun (I'm flying in this picture).
On short final for Rnwy 3L. My house is the one in the foreground between the two trees and off by itself.
On base for another touch and go. You can see my house in the far right (though you probably can't tell if you don't know its there).
A pretty good view of Felts Field. We are just about to turn downwind for our last circuit.
On final for a full stop.
Places I've Been
Thought this might be cool. Just shows the diferent places I've been.

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