A Small Glimpse Into Our Lives: The Shoes

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

The Shoes

I was tired of trying to capture the "perfect" photo for my header and decided our shoes would be more cooperative.

They were very patient with me out in the cold and didn't voice one complaint about being snowed on.

5 comments:

Unknown said...: Just caught up with about a month of your postings... LOVE The shoes, BTW :); February 9, 2010 at 12:26 PM
Unknown said...: Just caught up on about a months worth of your posts. I hope you can find something for Kellyn... BTW LOVE the shoes!; February 9, 2010 at 12:26 PM
Carmen said...: How creative and cute! I love it. I've been thinking about changing my header photo, but have needed some inspiration...this may be just it! Hope you're well!; February 9, 2010 at 1:18 PM
Kimberly said...: Love the shoes! Great idea!; February 9, 2010 at 3:09 PM
carrie said...: love the header! am feeling quite tempted to steal your idea... I would give you the credit, of course.; February 9, 2010 at 9:40 PM

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Going Home

I leave behind a broken shell and those who love me so.
I hear them tell me it's okay, and urge me to let go.

The angels sing, my Savior beckons, to His arms I fly.
Wrapped in His love, unspeakable joy, I find beyond the sky.

A joyful shout, hosannas ring out, as I stand beside His throne,
He hugs me tight and smiles at me and tells me "Welcome Home!"

I can't believe I'm finally here; the journey has been so long;
I worship Him, my God and King and join the angel's song.

Two small children run to greet me with a great big smile,
"Uncle Ryan, we're so glad you're here; we've been waiting for awhile."

I lift them up and hold them tight and tell them they are loved,
They laugh and tell me that they know, "we've been watching from above."

They take my hands and lead me out through the throne room door,
And as I look beyond the streets of gold my heart begins to soar.

We race across the grass and sand until we find the perfect place,
We build castles in the sand so big; they can be seen 'cross time and space.'

The clouds roll back, the trumpet sounds, Satan lets out a groan,
Our Savior smiles and looks at me and says "It's time to bring them home!"

Our hearts leap with joy, we run so fast, for this we can't be late,
We're standing there to greet our loved ones, just outside the Eastern Gate.

Written by God through a friend.

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Tuesday, February 9, 2010

The Shoes

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