Before Him

Star over La trobe River, a photo by Indigothedog on Flickr.

Splendor and majesty are before Him,
Strength and joy are in His place.
1 Chronicles 16: 27

Tebowed!

Watch this.

All he do is win, win, win no matter what
Got Jesus on his mind, he can never get enough
And every time he step up in the buildin, everybody rush yards go up
And they stay there, and they stay there, and they stay there
Tebow, Tebow, Tebow
'Cause all he do is win, win, win
And if you wanna run the option, cross your arms, make 'em stay there
Verse 1
Tebow runnin over linebackers 'cause he never been defeated and he won't stop now
Put a hand to your forehead, close both your eyes, say a prayer, take a knee and drop down
Never commit no crimes, never break one Commandment
But he still murder your defense, got your coordinators in panic
Haters can't stand it, stiff arm your D end just to buy time
Run in the winnin touchdown, and then Tebow on your sideline
Knife through your D like a surgeon, penetrate the goal line but he still a virgin
Forget about the extra point, you know he comin for the two point conversion
He gonna run it in, but never rub it in
Practice that sportsmanship, no matter what place he comin in
But we all know when it's said and done what place he gon be standin in
'Cause all he do, all he all he all he all he do is win
Chorus
Verse 2
Chillin in the shotgun, soarin all around Mile High like he Top Gun
Throw a couple touchdowns then he run the triple option
He ain't pro choice, at best he just pro adoption, ain't you read the Bible boi?
Haters say he can't throw, sleep on him and he'll draw first blood like he Rambo
Who gon try and stop him now, they chase him like he liquor
Think they fast, but they find out that he quicker
Break your ankles like he A.I. on the Sixers
Try and beat him, but he gon come out the victor, why? (all he do is win)
Throw a challenge his way, bet he goin to fight
Gave the offense to him, Kyle Orton wasn't throwin it right
Chorus
Verse 3
Five minutes left, game on the line
Ain't no need to check your watch, boy you know it's Tebow time
Time to steal the game from these lames, call that Debo time
If you ain't on his bandwagon you late, call that Tivo time
He ballin wit the best of 'em, harder than the rest of 'em
Hassle him, shackle him, you ain't gonna tackle him
He run over your cornerback and fist pump in your endzone
Girls don't even waste your time you'll end up in the friend zone
'Cause he ain't got time for you, he live by family, God, and football
Been that way, since the day, that he stood a foot tall
These safeties tryna catch 'em, outta breath they need a respirator
Some take the stairway to heaven, Tebow gon ride the escalator

Hahahhahahahahahah

Better

Gates to heaven, a photo by Mirza Ahmad Photography on Flickr.

“Better is the end of a thing than the beginning thereof.” C.H. Spurgeon

the gift children give us.

Slow days. They can get old, but I'll sure miss them when they're gone.

I don't wanna go slow
I go fast
I'm a rabbit
I hop and I jump and I dash
And I'll go whizzing by in the blink of an eye
Just like jet engine airplane
That speeds through the sky
I don't wanna go slow I go fast

You don't want to go slow
You go fast
and you may find you're missing the world you go past
crickets singing their sound
golden leaves on the ground
you might find something new
that you wouldn't have found
if you never went slow
only fast

So won't you slow down
and wait for me
take it slow, take it slow, take it slow
c'mon slow down
we can share all the new things we see
when we're slow,
here, we go
together we're slow

and afterwards we can go fast.

-Laurie Berkner

Dearest of Zekes- Four Month

Dear Chunk,

I'm having so much fun being with you that I haven't been interested in writing about being with you. I can't believe I didn't post at all in November. I was very, very thankful for you. :-)

You are four months old. How did that happen? You are learning to sit and are dying to eat what we're eating. You smile constantly and laugh at least once a day, your funny little raspy goofy laugh.

You take the most amazing pictures. Seriously they are unbelievable. Case in point:


You are hilarious and adorable and noisy and hyper and constantly hungry. Everything a little boy should be.

Your hair is fuzzy and ridiculous. Sticking out all over the place.


Your smile is huge and kissable and your little moon eyes are wonderful. case in point:

I cannot stop kissing you.


Love you oodles of noodles little guy,

Mama