...because every single day is a gift from the Lord (Psalm 118:24) whilst residing as one of the many many folks in the perpetually sun-graced metropolitan hotspot called Los Angeles!
to matrimonial mirth was heralded by a bachelorette dinner extravaganza at a swankified establishmentfor lovely bride-to-be, Linda,to whom we heartily feastedand garrulously toastedin utmost congratulatory joviality.Thanks be to the Lord for clamorous celebrations of two about to become one, delectable edibles, genialgalpals, storytelling hilarity, and time to spend together. Hark, the wedding is drawing nigh!
The LAbode emphatically swelled with resounding repartee this weekend prior for the biweekly Sober Sunday as convivial comrades convened for requisite merriment,and to be subjected to my home cookery: cheesy chicken enchiladas, a vibrant carne asada ensalada palette,healthified 5-layer dip to gussy up blue and white tortilla chips,and the brandished decadent indulgence of the evening: dulce de leche espresso syrup-injected babycakes.My noggin's drawing a blank on who inquired for recipes, so do kindly lemme know which one(s) you had a hankering for. So sweet of y'all!Thanks a bunch, friendly folks, for gracing the apartmento and happifying me heart. Y'all are Sober Sundays' recurring starring component,particularly the ever endearing Miss Key. Do scribble Sober Sunday in your schedules and pop in for the next one!
Golly molly, God is everywhere. The veracious reality that by Him all things were created and through Him all things are sustained is mind-boggling and deserves our undivided honor, glory, and praise. The flooring truth that though we are but mere specks on this globe, God knows each and every one of us down to the number of hairs on our head and loves us to the point of sending His only son to die on the cross in our place to enable for us a relationship with him. And yet, I oft take these staggering truths for granted. How often I prioritize the things of the world above God. How brutally foolish of me to love the Creator’s gifts more than the Creator who graciously gave ‘em to me. Lord, help me not to be like Balak and align my heart’s desires with yours. Lord, though I daily fall and fail, thank you that you are faithful and just to forgive us of our sins and remember them no more whence we confess them to you. Thank you for daily bombarding me with your surmounting goodness. Thank you for the work you are doing in people’s lives - powerful testaments to your ceaseless mercy, exhibited particularly at CrossView Church’s baptismal yesterafternoon.I’m so encouraged by what God has done in Feilbe’s and Jennie’s lives and their subsequent desire to profess their devotion to Him through baptism. God works in so many situations and in so many people in so many more ways than we can ascertain. Behold Feilbe’s testimony: Feilbe, you are a colossal gift from the Lord. I praise God for your fervent desire to learn and apply the truth of God’s word and discover what the gospel means for your life. Our discipleship meetings have been such a blessing to me and I am so grateful to the Lord for your salvation. Congratulations on this amazing new journey in Christ – our everlasting hope, our ultimate peace, and our unprecedented joy. I’m so excited we get to run this race together. Grow in grace, dear sister. Love you! God really has bestowed the loveliest people in my life. I mean, I awakened this morningtide to a double whammy of delightful notes!I am so undeserving of all of these things and more, and yet, God, you are so kind in lavishing upon me your abundant grace. I’ll never truly fathom the depths of your love, but thank you for the inklings you allow me to experience. There is always so very much to be thankful for, all of which are possible because of Christ’s work on the cross. So Lord, help me to live a life of thankfulness to You in my mission to know You and make You known. Thank you that you are with me always, even to the end of the age.
Fresh seasonal produce happifies me heart, particularly leafy greengrocery acquired from the bounteous benevolence of dear friends,whose organic rainbow Swiss chard became a crucial component of a tasty dinner: lemon herb-baked salmon (with plenty o' paprika!) topped with sauteed rainbow Swiss chard and onions accompanied by a conservative mound of brown rice.
I'm always inclined to snap snapshots of dinnertime concoctions, but alas, dingy indoor lighting contributes to lackluster photographs per above.
In observance of an abridged spring respite, we made a dashing day getaway tohistorically alluring Balboa Island,home of the eclectic storefront-lined Cape Cod-esque Marine Avenuebespeckled with emblematic frozen chocotreat-dipped banana emporiumsalong a rolling waterfront by which to luxuriously lollbefore boarding the clanging and chugging ferryto traipse the rinkydink pier,which is enchantingly circumscribed by a seascape of the most spectacular sort,turn-of-the-century carnival diversions,stoically territorial pelican kings,and the aboriginal vista-privileged Ruby's,where we shooby dooby doo'ed for an expedited bite on the rooftop patioamid salty gales and ocean swells.'Twas a most blessed sonshiny day with a most lovely gal pal.
commenced with a charm-ridden old-school 50s diner teaserreplete with credible classic burger-centric fare,a chocolate milkshake that stole my heart, kitschy themed decor,and rollicking rockabilly jingles permeating the environs,and prolonged with a jackpot jaunt to the flea marketwhere treasured trinkets of yore meandered their way into our elated possessionwith endearing kiddos in towand antique-inclinedchummies.
greenlit our dire responsibility to rock the Old Towne proper(ly)betwixt genteel brick faรงades,pervaded by reverberating conga beat-enriched tunes to which to move and groove,and amidst friendly folks of the non-imaginary variety.Happiest of birthdays to you, Victor, you snazzy fellow!!!The late night prior oft reminisces degrees better upon relishing Porto's-produced pastries the morningtide after. Indeed.
for lovely bride-to-be, Linda,
to whom we heartily feasted
and garrulously toasted
in utmost congratulatory joviality.
Thanks be to the Lord for clamorous celebrations of two about to become one, delectable edibles, genial gal pals, storytelling hilarity, and time to spend together. Hark, the wedding is drawing nigh!
and to be subjected to my home cookery: cheesy chicken enchiladas, a vibrant carne asada ensalada palette,
healthified 5-layer dip to gussy up blue and white tortilla chips,
and the brandished decadent indulgence of the evening: dulce de leche espresso syrup-injected babycakes.
My noggin's drawing a blank on who inquired for recipes, so do kindly lemme know which one(s) you had a hankering for. So sweet of y'all!
Thanks a bunch, friendly folks, for gracing the apartmento and happifying me heart. Y'all are Sober Sundays' recurring starring component,
particularly the ever endearing Miss Key.
Do scribble Sober Sunday in your schedules and pop in for the next one!
The flooring truth that though we are but mere specks on this globe, God knows each and every one of us down to the number of hairs on our head and loves us to the point of sending His only son to die on the cross in our place to enable for us a relationship with him. And yet, I oft take these staggering truths for granted. How often I prioritize the things of the world above God. How brutally foolish of me to love the Creator’s gifts more than the Creator who graciously gave ‘em to me. Lord, help me not to be like Balak and align my heart’s desires with yours. Lord, though I daily fall and fail, thank you that you are faithful and just to forgive us of our sins and remember them no more whence we confess them to you. Thank you for daily bombarding me with your surmounting goodness. Thank you for the work you are doing in people’s lives - powerful testaments to your ceaseless mercy, exhibited particularly at CrossView Church’s baptismal yesterafternoon.
I’m so encouraged by what God has done in Feilbe’s and Jennie’s lives and their subsequent desire to profess their devotion to Him through baptism. God works in so many situations and in so many people in so many more ways than we can ascertain. Behold Feilbe’s testimony:
God really has bestowed the loveliest people in my life. I mean, I awakened this morningtide to a double whammy of delightful notes!
I am so undeserving of all of these things and more, and yet, God, you are so kind in lavishing upon me your abundant grace. I’ll never truly fathom the depths of your love, but thank you for the inklings you allow me to experience. There is always so very much to be thankful for, all of which are possible because of Christ’s work on the cross. So Lord, help me to live a life of thankfulness to You in my mission to know You and make You known. Thank you that you are with me always, even to the end of the age.
whose organic rainbow Swiss chard became a crucial component of a tasty dinner: lemon herb-baked salmon (with plenty o' paprika!) topped with sauteed rainbow Swiss chard and onions accompanied by a conservative mound of brown rice.
I'm always inclined to snap snapshots of dinnertime concoctions, but alas, dingy indoor lighting contributes to lackluster photographs per above.
historically alluring Balboa Island,
home of the eclectic storefront-lined Cape Cod-esque Marine Avenue
bespeckled with emblematic frozen chocotreat-dipped banana emporiums
along a rolling waterfront by which to luxuriously loll
before boarding the clanging and chugging ferry
to traipse the rinkydink pier,
which is enchantingly circumscribed by a seascape of the most spectacular sort,
turn-of-the-century carnival diversions,
stoically territorial pelican kings,
and the aboriginal vista-privileged Ruby's,
where we shooby dooby doo'ed for an expedited bite on the rooftop patio
amid salty gales and ocean swells.
'Twas a most blessed sonshiny day with a most lovely gal pal.
replete with credible classic burger-centric fare,
a chocolate milkshake that stole my heart, kitschy themed decor,
and rollicking rockabilly jingles permeating the environs,
and prolonged with a jackpot jaunt to the flea market
where treasured trinkets of yore meandered their way into our elated possession
with endearing kiddos in tow
and antique-inclined chummies.
betwixt genteel brick faรงades,
pervaded by reverberating conga beat-enriched tunes to which to move and groove,
and amidst friendly folks of the non-imaginary variety.
Happiest of birthdays to you, Victor, you snazzy fellow!!!
The late night prior oft reminisces degrees better upon relishing Porto's-produced pastries the morningtide after. Indeed.
