Batter my heart, three-personed God, for you
as yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
that I may rise, and stand; overthrow me, bend
your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
--John Donne
Ahhh. A remembrance from camping trips gone by. Hey--remember Jesse Aguilar? I saw him the other day. He is living with a foster family in Clovis and goes to Buchanan. I also saw Scott Suniga working at Food Maxx. Even though they are kinda grown up I still look at them and see little boys with dirt and marshmallow stuck to their faces, wildly waving sticks by the campfire, or happy faces hitting beach balls across the sanctuary, and singing their 17th chorus of 'Pharoah Pharoah' complete with hand motions. I still see you that way sometimes, too. Come by for dinner some night...And hey--post something longer than three words, why don't ya?
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Ahhh. A remembrance from camping trips gone by. Hey--remember Jesse Aguilar? I saw him the other day. He is living with a foster family in Clovis and goes to Buchanan. I also saw Scott Suniga working at Food Maxx. Even though they are kinda grown up I still look at them and see little boys with dirt and marshmallow stuck to their faces, wildly waving sticks by the campfire, or happy faces hitting beach balls across the sanctuary, and singing their 17th chorus of 'Pharoah Pharoah' complete with hand motions. I still see you that way sometimes, too. Come by for dinner some night...And hey--post something longer than three words, why don't ya?
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