=D indeed I do.
I can’t think of a function this phone doesn’t have. Yet.
All is well on this end with things wrapping up for this year. I’m beginning to pack up stuff to leave home and to place into storage.
However for you folk I’m redoing some of my older writing. In the mean time till something cheeky comes up.
Note: Above picture isn’t me. That’s Kevin after a long day at work. Yes that’s a comb under his nose.
I’ve got a girlfriend! Or so I’ve been told. Can’t wait to find out if she’s hot!
According to reports she’s my third girlfriend too.
Things get more and more amazing each day =D
Maybe there’s another Kington out there generating all this news would like to meet him and swap places.
The phone rings and I glance around to look for it to silence it. It’s 8 and the first alarm is ringing.
Blinking I remembered the dream. I was angry and it wasn’t the usual angry I was annoyed.
Cause I lacked time.
But the dream was nice in it’s own way. I was hanging out with you again.
I hope I can come in July.
And we can meet again. Cause when this picture was taken I was having a reaction to my medication and I was actually in a lot of pain.
I really hope I can meet you this time. Without pain.
I miss you.
2 He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
3 he restores my soul.
He guides me in paths of righteousness
for his name's sake.
4 Even though I walk
through the valley of the shadow of death, [a]
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
5 You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
6 Surely goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD
I remember this as the soldier’s psalm. How everyone used to recite it in their foxholes waiting for the volley’s to end before leaping out to take their shots.
Those gritty sweaty palms as they gripped their rifles. The air exploding with splinters of wood and stone chips as they whiz by.
But even in that cacophony you could hear the stillness and the silence.
Of soldiers praying Psalm 23.
I guess my call has come to go and work.