I haven’t posted in a long time, and either I’m not sure what to say right now, or I’m not sure how to say it. There’s a lot of thought going on, but not much of it is coherent.

I’ve had “the song” stuck in my head for several weeks now. I play it for the kids almost every other day. Molly even started singing it out of the blue tonight. Maybe because I was humming it. I’m not sure. Here’s some things it makes me think about:

1 Corinthians 13

Proverbs 10:12

1 Peter 4:8-9

1 John 4:9

You may not know my friend Todd or his family. They are an amazing, godly bunch. But whether you do or don’t know them, please take some time to pray for his son Caed. He’s a very amazing young man who will soon surpass his father in drumming prowess. He’s been very sick for the last several months. God has blessed them in many ways through it all, but there’s still a lot to pray about.

Take a moment, every moment you can and pray for him. I promise it will not be wasted. We have already seen many prayers answered. Caed and his family need a lot of love right now. Pray for God’s love and peace to surround them during a difficult time.

Here’s Caed’s website: http://curiousaboutcaed.blogspot.com

All you need is love. Love is all you need.

I just did a Google Image Search for Toaster Heaven. Our little crunchy paradise had the top two results! I was surprised that the wastebasket came up.

I decided to follow the link for several of the runners-up, and was quite surprised by number three on the list. Apparently this blogger is a toast and ant loving Scotsman. It seems that he underwent a scientific experiment to find Jesus through the art of making toast (a reaction to the lady who identified the virgin Mary in a slice of crunchy goodness). I was impressed at the effort he put forth in this quest. I laughed; I cried. Then I got very hungry.

You can check out his experiment at: http://www.weirdlittlebiscuit.com/toast/

Beware of salty language. Also, note his ant/blood experiment. Gross. Cool.

(different day, place - same mood)

Soggy like wet cereal. It’s raining outside and it’s cold here in the house. The rain is so loud and constant that I feel like it is pouring into my brain. At least, that’s how I would feel if not for my nose and eyes, which are both so dry that I am convinced with each breath my skull will soon crack open so that my cotton ball eyes can absorb my face. Then, there’s my throat. Did I mention my throat is dry and sore? And my back hurts. Maybe my kidneys hurt because I haven’t drunk enough water today. I bought a good book this evening and I am excited to really dig into it. It seems to be about a guy who is depressed and whiny about his circumstances. It’s too late to get started now. Especially being so cold and soggy and all. How dreadful.

Frank the snowman bought a hair dryer. He had always thought about it, but now he finally had the nerve. As he walked down the dark alley, beads of perspiration froze on his brow.

“Frosty dies tonight,” he mumbled to himself as he took a drag from his corncob pipe.

It was time for that snow-jerk to pay for stealing all the glory, all the fame, and all the love. He walked slowly up the stairs to Frosty’s apartment, knocked on the door, and as it opened Frank realized his one mistake: no electrical outlet. Oh, the irony.