Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Choir Practice
Getting ready for the Grand Opening of our Worship Center. There are quite a few rehearsals over the newt two weeks.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Say Hello to Halle!
We had a chance to have dinner with our new worship pastor, Larry Harrison, his wife Kim, and daughter, Halle. Halle took care of Watson while the adults conversed. When he got out of the high chair, she walked around the tables with him and he let her hold his hand. We are so blessed to have them in our church family.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Leaving Our Mark
"For I know the plans I have for you," says the LORD. "They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope." Jeremiah 29:11
Last September Hurricane Ike came through Houston and left its mark on our home (i.e new breaker box, HVAC and coil) and also on our Worship Center at Second Baptist Church. Mandy and Watson went to San Antonio with her parents and I stayed behind to "protect" our home. I have to tell you, hiding under a mattress and listening to the train-like wind and thuds from breaking branches hitting our roof was an experience. That Sunday morning I got in the car and went to church. I was met by Kristy Moore who informed me that the worship center was like a lake and water was running down the walls from the steeple and the stain glass in the roof. Since then, we have had church in three locations (C Gym, E Gym, and Sanctuary) every Sunday morning. We can't wait to get back into the "new" Worship Center in a few weeks.
On July 4th weekend, the congregation was allowed to write statements on the concrete floor of the Worship Center. Although we were out of town that weekend, we snuck in and placed our mark a couple of Wednesday nights later.
Last September Hurricane Ike came through Houston and left its mark on our home (i.e new breaker box, HVAC and coil) and also on our Worship Center at Second Baptist Church. Mandy and Watson went to San Antonio with her parents and I stayed behind to "protect" our home. I have to tell you, hiding under a mattress and listening to the train-like wind and thuds from breaking branches hitting our roof was an experience. That Sunday morning I got in the car and went to church. I was met by Kristy Moore who informed me that the worship center was like a lake and water was running down the walls from the steeple and the stain glass in the roof. Since then, we have had church in three locations (C Gym, E Gym, and Sanctuary) every Sunday morning. We can't wait to get back into the "new" Worship Center in a few weeks.
On July 4th weekend, the congregation was allowed to write statements on the concrete floor of the Worship Center. Although we were out of town that weekend, we snuck in and placed our mark a couple of Wednesday nights later.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Beach Day 4
With all the rain that was hitting the coast, we decided to visit Naval Air Station Pensacola. We first visited Advanced Redoubt, but it was raining and Aunt Cynthia's hair was getting messed up, so we left for the indoors.
Then we went to the National Naval Aviation Museum. I got to learn about Navy aviation and even sit in a few cockpits.
Then we went to the National Naval Aviation Museum. I got to learn about Navy aviation and even sit in a few cockpits.
New Recliner
There are six years between my next cousin and me, so Granddad gave me one of the recliners he had at his house. I decided to relax in the beach hotel room.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Beach Day 2
I caught some ZZZ's under the tent.
Uncle Wesley decided I needed to cover my belly button.
Then dad joined in the nap.
Tonight we ate at the famous Peg Leg Pete's. I got a sand pail full of chicken tenders and french fries.
I put the sand pail on my head after dinner. Nash helped out.
Then Hayley took me to feed the fish.
Uncle Wesley decided I needed to cover my belly button.
Then dad joined in the nap.
Tonight we ate at the famous Peg Leg Pete's. I got a sand pail full of chicken tenders and french fries.
I put the sand pail on my head after dinner. Nash helped out.
Then Hayley took me to feed the fish.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Pensacola Beach: My 1st Beach
Aunt Marquita and momma are teaching me how to use the bucket for sand castles.
Sand tasting at its finest!
I did not like being in the castle they built for me.
Uncle Greg and cousin Jared are cool! Literally!
Cousin Micah found a sanddollar and gave it to me.
Dad is a dork!
I helped put him under the sand.
Do you like my sand moustache and beard? I kept grinding the sand in my teeth but I never seemed to get the crytals to crack.
5yr Anniversary (early trip)
Before heading to Pensacola Beach with the Grantham side of the family for vacation, Mandy and I dropped Watson off with my parents and drove to Savannah to stay the night. My brother and the younger of my two sisters were born in Savannah, so it was a city we frequented to see friends and walk River Street. We had a great time and visited a couple of neat places.
We drove down US-HWY-80 and visited Tybee Island and took a look at the famous Tybee Island Lighthouse.
On River Street, we had to stop by and see the statue of Florence Martus, Savannah's Waving Girl.
We also took a tour of the Owens-Thomas House, considered the "finest example of English Regency architecture in the United States."
The Pirates House is a local national landmark and was always a place we stopped when I was a kid. Mandy and I sat next to the hidden trap door in the Captain's Room. Here, sailors who had fallen asleep from drunkenness would be taken to the rum cellar and then down an underground tunnel that opened at the Savannah River a few blocks away. They were then sold into slavery for 10-12 dollars and often woke up on a ship that had already set sail for some foreign land.
On River Street, we had to stop by and see the statue of Florence Martus, Savannah's Waving Girl.
We also took a tour of the Owens-Thomas House, considered the "finest example of English Regency architecture in the United States."
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