.posthidden {display:none} .postshown {display:inline} By His Own Hand. . .: All hail the trash can in the wall!

2/20/2013

All hail the trash can in the wall!

. . . I dunno, that's what Dakota just said.  And that is what happens when you go for a run at 8 PM at night and now it's 10 and you probably shouldn't be blogging.

But as I am a person that operates under if-I-don't-do-this-now-it-will-never-happen, I must do this now.

THIS IS THE IMPORTANT PART.  And maybe someday I will flesh this out. . . but we all know about someday.
Tonight's sermon reminded me of an old blog post. So you should go listen to the sermon (I don't know the name, but look for the date once it is posted. . . look here).  And then go read the post I linked.

Also, lunar halos are really cool.  I saw one tonight as I ran.  That's one of the main reasons I prefer running outside to running on a treadmill- I get to watch the sky.  And since I am a night owl, I get to see the night sky (don't get me wrong, I end up running in the mornings as well, and that has its advantages, but. . . well, I got nothing.  Time to go to bed).

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