waking up to the rain, not an alarm clock
waking up to the aroma of freshly brewed coffee
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- -bw
- I am a daughter and a sister. I have a miniature dachshund named Suki. I like floating balloons and pushing buttons. I am not a student but read almost as much as when I was. I am an Anglican minister at a church in the inner west of Sydney.
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- *no subject*
- BTW
- The Good and The Bad
- Church and other happenings
- last german for a while....
- Start of Daylightsavings
- warum Deutsch gefragt?
- Psalm 28
- und jetzt fühle ich mich: ....ermüdeterIch denke, ...
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- mischief in the making...
- one day closer...
- Welcome...
- grrrr
- the days happenings:
- It's official
- I'm not crazy, I'm just a little mental
- Ode to the 10am wakeup call
- procrastination
- "A shift away from a male/female anthropology to a...
- Sermons
- Col 1:13-22
- mood: batteredlistening to: Carson on 1 Corinthian...
- the power nap!
- my brain hurts
- me fail english?
- 2 of the most beautiful things
- Creative Constraints
- I was getting sick of pink!
- 3 down, 6 to go!
- gold 'n' good news
- Is anyone out there?
- how long can I speak for?
- bashings and birthday wishes
- An awesome day:
- One God, three Persons
- Obedience/Faith?
- Where do they come from?
- BBQ's, hot days, and Holiday Mondays
- Quote of the day:
- another beautiful bride
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1 comment:
I quite agree...
Now imagine if it was raining coffee...wouldn't that be something?
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