We played the Ryman last night. Scratch shooting all access there of my bucket list

We finished a West Coast run this week, including a stop in Vegas. The top two are from our drive through Arizona.

“Give yourself fully to God. He will use you to accomplish great things on the condition that you believe much more in His love than in your own weakness.”
— Mother Teresa

We briefly drove through Arizona this morning and it was the most beautiful drive yet.


You’ve got mail!

Gambit, attempting the classic ‘corgi in a mailbox’ pose.

Submitted by Tricia

Robin Williams July 21, 1951 - August 11, 2014

John Keating: [Keating stands on his desk] Why do I stand up here? Anybody?
Charlie Dalton: To feel taller!
John Keating: No!
John Keating: Thank you for playing Mr. Dalton. I stand upon my desk to remind myself that we must constantly look at things in a different way.

(via waitingontheworldtochangeforever)

Friends often ask me where I’ve improved the most thanks to God- I’d say that two big lessons I’ve learned are that, first, God’s timing is truly perfect, and, secondly, that whenever I tried to selfishly rush things (big or small), it was a guaranteed way to blow anything up. I’ve learned to trust God and His timing, which leaves me working on the things I can improve on in my life and being at peace with the present. It’s why I don’t rush with relationships, clients, healing (currently) and any other opportunity where I could possibly inject my selfish needs over God’s will for my life. It’s a daily commitment, and I do still fail, but it’s helped me overcome anxiety, fear and all the other lies that can drag us down.

What a friend we have in Jesus

"In 1842, an Irishman named Joseph Scriven graduated from Trinity College in Dublin, and promptly fell head over heels in love with a girl from his hometown. They got engaged and, with great excitement, planned their wedding and began dreaming about their future together as husband and wife.

The eve of their wedding arrived, and Joseph’s fiancé saddled a horse to go and see him. Tragically, it was one of the last things she would ever do. A little later, Joseph saw his bride-to-be riding toward him, and he grinned. But suddenly, just as she was crossing the bridge over the river, her horse bucked and threw her like a rag-doll down into the river below. In blind panic, Joseph ran to the river, calling out her name. He plunged into the icy waters, but it was too late. His bride was already dead.

Heartbroken, Joseph emigrated to Canada, where he eventually fell in love again. In 1854, Joseph was due to marry Eliza Roche, but she fell ill and grew progressively worse. The wedding was repeatedly postponed until, three years later, Eliza died. Joseph Scriven would never again give his heart to another.

Back home in Ireland, Joseph’s mother was deeply concerned for her heartbroken son, and he in turn was concerned for her. One night, Joseph penned a poem to comfort her, little knowing that it would become one of the best-loved songs of all time. Several years later, a friend found it in a drawer at Joseph’s house and was deeply moved. “The Lord and I wrote it together,” Joseph explained. That poem, forged out of so much disappointment and pain, continues to call millions of people in their own trials to admit their grief, their temptations, their sorrows and their every weakness to Jesus in the privilege of prayer.”

What a friend we have in Jesus,
All our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer!
Oh, what peace we often forfeit,
Oh, what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer!
Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged—
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful,
Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness;
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Are we weak and heavy-laden,
Cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Savior, still our refuge—
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?
Take it to the Lord in prayer!
In His arms He’ll take and shield thee,
Thou wilt find a solace there.
Blessed Savior, Thou hast promised
Thou wilt all our burdens bear;
May we ever, Lord, be bringing
All to Thee in earnest prayer.
Soon in glory bright, unclouded,
There will be no need for prayer—
Rapture, praise, and endless worship
Will be our sweet portion there.