Random thoughts of yesterday...

It was a good day...

I still hate doing yard sales - not much could happen to change that- but on this end of the day it was not all that bad. All in all the last two days went pretty well...sold ALOT and got to see some familiar faces...like my blogging friends Janelle, Jeane and Deanna, some former Lulu & Tutz customers, high school friends and a few unexpected new faces....

TOTALLY unexpected faces....

like this guy who set up shop across the street from us!

I laughed outloud at the kitchen window this morning when I looked out and saw this Chinese man selling Egg Rolls and Fried Rice on the street corner...

SERIOUSLY, you have no idea how funny this is...the Village of Strasburg has its first street vendor!  The guy made out better than some of the yard sales, I think.  You just have to support a guy who has the creativity to scope out the neighborhood sales and set up shop in the center of it all!  Thumbs up for the egg rolls {till about an hour later} but I've had better fried rice...but not from a street vendor.

Props to you, Egg roll man.

I also had a visit from the {old} guy down the street whom I've met on many occasions, but still doesn't remember me.  When we had the shop down the street he used to ride his little John Deere bike to the square and stop in and say hello.  At first I thought he came in to see me {I have a knack for attracting senior citizen men -story for another post}....but then I realized that every encounter is like the first to him.  {the kind of stuff the movie "Fifty First Dates" was made out of} Anyway, I met him again yesterday, chatted and said goodbye {"I'll meet you again tomorrow, dude...same time, same place, same name, same everything....just new to you"} Love something about that simple man...he's a sad soul, but lucky for him he doesn't know it....or at least he won't remember it till tomorrow.

By far, though, my most favorite encounter this weekend was with this girl...

I saw her approaching my yard sale from a distance and did a double take.  She is the spitting image of a very close friend of mine who moved to Macedonia a few years ago as a missionary.  She thinks I'm a crazy woman, but I did manage to convince her to take a picture with me so that I could post it here.

CHRISTINE- 

 Check her out!  She's shorter than you, but she looks more like you than your own sisters do!!!  She no doubt  could be your stunt double in your next major motion picture....

She made me smile...

It was a pretty good day all around.

....only because I have to...

I LOVE yard sales...I LOATHE doing them.

But the time has come, and I can't put it off any longer.  This weekend our Street is having their annual yard sale and along with the items I've purged from my house, we are selling off the contents of our shop,

 Lulu & Tutz {find us here}.  There is literally a garage FULL of stuff....and it must go away.

The next 3 days my schedule is filled with an Orthodontist appointment for my son, yard work at the new house, visiting a friend who just had surgery, attending my sister's graduation {woot woot!}, several graduation/farewell parties, and hours and hours of pricing and organizing for the yard sale.  I'm dragging my feet because I HATE what lies ahead in my garage!  But...I must liquidate!

So...

for those of you who have asked to be informed, the sale is scheduled- whether I like it or not!

Friday and Saturday, June 4 &5  8am-??

125 Miller Street

Strasburg

Meet Amena...

I was just "introduced" to this woman this morning in our Youth Sunday School.  Her name is Amena Brown and she is a very talented poet. Check out Amena here on her website, which describes her work like this: 

"As a poet, speaker, journalist, and event host Amena Brown’s words excite, ignite and inspire."

I think you'll find her inspiring and thought provoking.  There isn't really anything else to add here that could do the following words justice...she says everything my heart cries and more...ENJOY!

Dear Wisteria....

I will miss you...

You've grown so strong and healthy over the years.  Your blooms have brought beauty in the spring, and your branches have provided privacy all summer long.  I will miss sitting underneath you each morning as I read.  You are one of the many things I will miss about this house that has become our home....

You are sometimes hard to keep up with..you grow so quickly and grab hold of anything that sits nearby.  But you've lived a good life with us...

It's hard to believe you started out as small as this. 

And even harder to believe you will be dug up and discarded when your new owners arrive!  I will miss you when I drive by, straining my neck to see how the old homestead is surviving our absense.  Apparently you cause allergies, but don't take offense...you've done your job well for us.

We will miss you...

"Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in,

where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul."

~John Muir

In your stead we will inherit one of these...

she is also beauty and grows abundantly...

and one of these...

a bit overgrown from neglect, but still beauty awaiting an appreciative glance. 

I guess it's a little case of give and take...

And in the end, it's all good...

all of it.

"Good heavens, of what uncostly material is our earthly happiness composed... if we only knew it. What incomes have we not had from a flower, and how unfailing are the dividends of the seasons."

~James Russell Lowell

The new Mr. and Mrs.

I thought you might enjoy a little story..

Once upon a time there was a little girl named Lydia, who grew up in the Amish-faith community.  She came from a large family where she enjoyed a happy childhood in Strasburg, Pennsylvania.  Her family enjoyed their lifestyle of farming on Miller Street, and often visited with their "English" neighbors along the Street and throughout the community.  As the years passed and Lydia grew to become a woman and start her own family, she would often happen by a little brick house on Miller Street and watch to see how it changed and matured. She remarked to her friends and her family how much she loved that little brick home, calling it her favorite house in the town. She came to know the elderly owners of this brick home and as with so many of her other "English" neighbors, called them her friends. 

 Many years later the elderly couple of this brick home passed on and the home was occupied by a new family.  It was a younger family who wanted to give the home a new look both inside and out...and so the young family hired an Amish carpenter to add two new bedrooms and a bathroom in order to accomodate its growing children.  The children enjoyed the presence of this Amish carpenter each day as he worked, and were sorry to see him finish his project...but he did a job well done, and was on his way.   For ten years the young family went about its business, enjoying the peace of the little brick home...and the Amish carpenter went on to do what he did best.  Each continued on with the duties of life and their paths ceased to cross anymore. 

Until one day when Lydia, who had since raised all of her own children, happened along Miller Street, along her normal route to her errands.  Upon passing this little brick home she'd come to love, she was stunned speechless to see a sign announcing "FOR SALE" in its front yard.

Without a second thought, Lydia jotted down the phone number on the sign and promptly arrived home to hurridly dial that number...never even stopping to tell her husband what she had seen. Just hours later, bubbling with excitement, Lydia directed her carpenter/husband, who had in recent years left the Amish faith, down the driveway of the little brick home to view what was inside.  It was all she could do to contain her excitement as she entered the doors and immediately fell in love with what was inside.  The young family, which had now grown ten years older, immediately recognized the carpenter-husband as the very same man who had built the upstairs.  Lydia marveled over the sturdiness of the little brick house and excitedly explored her husband's handiwork...all the while remarking more than once during their visit,"I don't think I can sleep tonight!"  She opened every cupboard and closet, explored every nook and cranny, and gave her husband the secret look of approval...

....and the rest...

Is history....

THE END

{picture taken with permission and eager participation of the subjects!}

Meet the new Mr. and Mrs. who will occupy our little brick home when we are gone....

Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Zook!

"It takes wisdom to have a good family,

and it takes understanding to make it strong.

It takes knowledge to fill a home

with rare and beautiful treasures."

Proverbs 24:3 

“A house is made of walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams.”

WARNING: A very long blah-blah-blog post...

Where I'm blogging...

Don't laugh at me for taking this picture!  I do not personally own a laptop, so the fact that I am sitting outside on my porch in the sun blogging is a big deal to me!  {Two of my favorite things being done simultaneously!}  My parents went away for a few days and left their laptop for Emma to use for a project.  Project is done, and I have confiscated the laptop for my own enjoyment.

Dear Mom,

I may have lost your laptop.  Please forgive me if I cannot find it to return to you.  Please do not stop by my house to look for it.  There is NO WAY, NO HOW that you will find it.  It is lost for good.  Do not look on the porch for it either, you will just be wasting your time.

Sorry.

Anyway...there really was a point to my blogging this morning.  I almost lost sight of it for a minute in my momentary outdoor-blogging-bliss.

As I mentioned a few posts ago, I'm reading a book called "Crazy Love".  I'm still working my way through it, mostly because I have to stop and mull it over for a while before moving on.  I read some things this morning that are just raking over me.  I can't shake them, but I think it will take a while for them to work their way deeply in me and settle out in understanding. 

"Do you want to SEE God more than you desire security?"

Do I? And if my answer is "yes", am I just saying it because I really mean it, or because it's the right answer to give?  Do I REALLY desire Him more than security?  In my daily pursuit of a job, am I desiring Him more than a paycheck?  Or does the paycheck bring security....and then I can feel free to See Him?  

Our feet are here on earth, and bills are part of the deal....so it's only right that I pursue a way to pay mine.  But what is the heart of my desire?  How should this play out in my life? 

"Having faith often means doing what others see as crazy.  Something is wrong when our lives make sense to unbelievers."

I'm pretty sure my life doesn't make sense to anybody {sometimes including myself}....but is it because I live by radical faith?  It should be.  Noah spent 120 years building a boat so big and unconventional in a time when no one had a clue what rain was...much less world-wide flooding!  Talk about radical!  Could I do that?  WOULD I?

"How would my life change if I actually thought of each person I came into contact with as Christ - the person driving painfully slow in front of me, the checker at the grocery store who seems more interested in chatting than ringing up my items, the member of my family with whom I can't seem to have a conversation and not get annoyed??"

That paragraph in itself annoys me.  Because sometimes people are just plain annoying....and I feel like I have the right to point that out.  But, I don't.  Because right living requires me to see every face as the face of God Himself.  Shoot.

{Hold that thought while I take off my sweater so I don't get a crew-neck tan...}

The next part of the chapter really has me stumped as to how this falls down in my own life. 

"He expects us to treat the poor and the desperate as if they were Christ Himself"

Sometimes I think I am the poor and desperate.  But, in light of the rest of the world I live in luxury and abundance.  And, I know it.  How dare I ever have a thought of "need".  What I need to do is man-up and stop thinking I deserve better. 

I spent two weeks in Africa last summer.  I know need, I've seen it on the faces of beautiful, beautiful people.  Some of them had no clue that they were in need....because they were busy giving to others.  They give out of their abundance to those who have less.  From my perspective none of them had much of anything....but what they did have in abundance was contentment.  They were content to use what they needed and share the rest. 

So, here's my struggle today. 

What does this look like in my life?  How do I live with what I need and bless others with the overflow?  {Or maybe more accurately, how do I recognize that I even HAVE overflow?} 

The truth of the matter is that I'm about to move my family into a house that is twice the size that I need, more than I could have afforded to actually buy outright, and contains more rooms than I actually have furniture to fill.  {Which only means that I will have to buy furniture to fill up those spaces, because, heaven forbid they should remain empty.}  Granted, it's the pursuit of a thrify bargain that will actually fill those rooms eventually, but the point is...I have more than enough already. 

"As we begin to practice regular giving {to others}, we see how ludicrous it is to hold on to the abundance God has given us and merely repeat the words thank you."

"The concept of downsizing so that others might upgrade is biblical, beautiful...

and nearly unheard of."

God is challenging me to trust Him more.  To care about what others need out of my abundance instead of an empty room or two. To live with less, and to be content. 

I haven't decided if I'm going to finish reading this book...It is really undoing me.  Apparently I have alot of issues that need a good Spring cleaning. 

I was thinking this morning that I was going to look into purchasing the next book written by Francis Chan called, "Forgotten GOD". 

But when I looked up some info about it, this line

popped out at me:

"...Churches have become filled with self-focused consumers instead of Spirit-filled believers...."

Oh, wow...I can't take it!  I always figure that conviction that hurts bad feels good when it's done its work. So, I guess I'll finish Crazy Love and head to the store for Forgotten God when I'm done.  I'm already in neck deep.

What started out to be a few minutes on the porch has taken about an hour to complete...what with my need to change tanning positions and all.  The rest of my day will be spent between mowing two lawns and continuing my tanning with irritating sneaker and long short tan lines. 

Thankfully I have alot to think about...

{SOLD}

Dear Blog...

I have missed you.  I don't know why I have been away so long.  I think it has something to do with being distracted by getting my house ready to sell, maintaining the clean, keeping up with my kids schedules, looking for a job and moving Alex back home from a great year of college...all the while just living life.  Not great excuses, but they're all I have. I plan to get back on schedule now though...

because after 19 days with a For Sale sign in my front yard, tonight I signed THIS...

I'll share more about the new owners of my house later...all I can say is I'm SO excited that the new inhabitants of this house will pick up loving it right where we left off.  They will grow and nurture their family here and find joy here just as we have.

Two and a half weeks ago it was Emma's job to push the sign in the ground...

So, tonight Nick got the honor of pulling the sign OUT of the ground. 

So long, you're outta here!

There are still things to finalize and MUCH painting left to do at the new house...but step1 is done.  It was my hope, of course, from the beginning that the house would sell quickly, but in this market there are just no guarantees.  There are houses For Sale in this town that have been on the market for months and months.  But, I am completely surprised and humbled at the Lord's gracious timing for us.  As I told my kids tonight...never forget that He cares even about the little things in our life.  With so much else still unknown in my life, tonight was a reminder to me that we are not forgotten.  Not only the sale of our home, but also the details of my job search are known thoroughly by Him and each step has gone through Him first.  I need that reminder often...and He faithfully reminds me just when it is needed. 

"For the Lord is good.

His unfailing love continues forever,

and his faithfulness continues to each generation."

Psalm 100:5

Crazy Love...

I'm reading this great book. Let me introduce you to the author...

Meet Francis Chan.

{Picture by Kevin Von Qualen}

He's an ordinary guy who had a rough start in life.  His mom died when he was born and his dad was a tough character, who to his recollection told him "I love you" once {at his step-mother's funeral} before he also died.  Alot for a young kid to carry, but somehow he didn't just make it through, he made it through in a big way.  Somehow his hardships brought him face to face w/ Christ and his outlook on his life changed.  And he began to speak, and write and preach.  I've heard him speak several times at youth conferences and he can literally silence a stadium with a crowd of several thousand teenagers. 

He's real and relevant and in love with Jesus. 

And he wrote this riveting book called "Crazy Love" that I am only 4 chapters into, but loving.  The "Love" part is God's LOVE for us, and the "Crazy" part is how unlikely and ridiculous it is that a God big enough to speak the universe into existence with a word is also personal enough to want a relationship with us.  This Crazy Love God has for us is totally undeserving on our part.  Even at our best, we're still lightyears away from being deserving of even a flicker of His attention.  And yet, He gives it..to each of us...all at the same time....uniquely meeting us right where we are.  That is some kind of crazy love.

So, if you need a reminder that someone loves you like crazy and you've forgotten that that someone also personally holds the planets in orbit and the sun at just the perfect distance from us{all the while stooping down to listen to the thoughts of your heart}, then I HIGHLY recommend this book. 

"The very fact that a holy, eternal, all-knowing, all-powerful, merciful, fair,

and just God loves you and me is nothing short of astonishing..."

Francis Chan 

For Sale By Owner

FOR SALE BY OWNER

http://strasburgcottage4sale.blogspot.com

coming soon!

Keep Calm...Carry on

One of these things is not like the others...

but unless you taste it, you'd never know...

YUMmy......

Actually, no.  Not edible at all.  But, who wouldn't enjoy patching nail holes with PINK Spackling?!  I actually almost got excited about the job...I think it must have been made by a woman-for a woman.  Men don't think about color when they do fixer-upper-projects.  They just do it. 

If I have to do the thing, I'd prefer it were cute....so why not pink spackling? 

Actually, it only stays pink for a few minutes...the clever little dabs turn white when they're dry. 

That IS my kind of product.  Fool proof.

I've been painting trim.  And when I got to this door frame outside of Emma's room, I had to gulp real big and take a deep breath {and a few pictures} before I could proceed.

We've lived here for ten years...so you can imagine that the little lines on this door frame are pretty sentimental to mom.  They mark the years of growth and age of a household growing up way too quickly.

And now they're gone...secretly hidden under a coat of white...

Our project list is slowly getting crossed off.  I think I can count on two hands the little odds and ends that still need completed.  Yesterday someone from church showed up and completed several projects it would have taken me and an expensive Plumber days to complete. 

Men are handy.  I forgot about that.

I'm looking forward to having a normal day again...the last two weeks the house has been filled with people and I have lost the sense of privacy and routine.  I'm guessing I won't see either of those things for a few months.  I'm tired already.  My body says, "No more!"...and my mind is tempted to follow. 

"My flesh and my heart may fail,

but God is the strength of my heart

 and my portion forever..."

Ps. 73:26

the EAGLE has landed...

I've been MIA...ever since this guy came to town:

and left THIS in my driveway...

{only a 13 year old girl would want a photo shoot with a dumpster!}

We've spent 7 days sorting, throwing, organizing and throwing some more...I'm down to the attic and the bathroom closet today.  And I'm doing everything I can to ignore it and hope it will just go away on its own....but that's not likely to happen.

 

Yesterday I tackled my room....a virtual jungle of bedroom furniture, projects, junk and left-over business stuff.  I filled several trash bags, made garage sale piles and filled bags for Goodwill until my mom came, at which time we decided to do a little demolition of the desk and sewing area that has been here for years taking up space.  My bedroom gained about two feet in the process!  I hate that it takes moving to actually get this place in order!

It's heading towards 90 degrees here today, which means the attic is probably 100...and the longer I wait, the hotter it will be.  Ugh...

Only 2 more days with "Eagle"....not sure he can handle much more abuse from us. 

Next we're on to touch-up paint and a few other odd-job projects...

Hope the rest of you are enjoying the sun from the outside!

Stripped down and bare...

We've officially begun the stripping down and de-cluttering process.  My mom arrived, bearing "gifts" of garbage bags, sponges, rags and rubber gloves.  I immediately snapped out of my temporary paralysis and got to work.  We filled bags of junk, boxes of the good stuff as the first of many days

of cleaning and sorting began...

The bathroom is completely naked - stripped of all color and waiting for a fresh coat of paint....

The kitchen hutch has been stripped and de-cluttered...china packed away.

and my kitchen counters are more bare naked than they've ever been.  Funny, because according to this picture, they're still a little cluttered.  I guess I have to wean myself slowly!

{mom...you don't understand...I HAD to put the silverware box back on the counter!  I paced across the room twice for a spoon....just NOT going to happen!  I promise you can take something else off tomorrow!}

Thanks to my main man, Mr. Clean, 90% of the scuff marks that made themselves at home on my walls have disappeared.  I'm not sure how he does it or what he hides inside those erasers, but WHATever it is, it's working for me.  Might even save on some paint costs.  I'm pretty sure there is some kind of spell in those magic things, too...something about them makes you WANT to clean.  You can hardly stop yourself from going room to room, daring it to take off another stubborn spot! 

That's IS magic if it makes me WANT to clean.

In answer to some of your questions, we DO have a moving destination.  After some deliberation, it's been decided that we should take over the home that my sister and I grew up in.  It's a little weird and exciting all at the same time.  Lots of work to be done on both this end and that one...but I think when it's all said and done, it will all be a good transition. 

Sort of like coming "HOME" again....even though it hasn't really been home to me for about 22 years!

{“Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to” }

John Ed Pearce

Around here...

THIS...

and THIS...

can only mean one thing....

It's official.

We're MOVING!

The thought of all the work is almost paralyzing.  BUT, in the end it is a good thing.  We will weed through the junk that appeared out of nowhere and start anew...decluttered.  {notice how often that word appears in the list above???}

I have about a month to cross everything off that list...

the goal is by May 1st there will be one of THESE in our front yard

and shortly after, one of THESE...

and probably one of THESE....

In order for that to happen we'll be working like crazy around here...

sadly, I might even need to rent one of THESE

I'm just saying....I don't think we're out and out slobs, but when you really get looking at things...

I've just started, but I'm pretty sure that every night for the next few weeks I will look like THIS...

 ...but maybe not in a house frock.

Our week in a nutshell...

What happens when you combine

a shoebox,

a couple of bags of coconut marshmallows,

mini white marshmallows,

graham crackers

and alot of blue icing???

...and ALOT of gluesticks????

...and some toilet paper rolls???

....and ALOT of hours????

Around here, we call it a 7th grade Castle project. 

At the middle school, they call it an ant magnet...so about 12 hours after the icing dried, it was graded and promptly eaten by the entire 7th grade class....so as to keep from attracting a colony of ants.

It's not like I had planned to shellac it or store it in the attic...but SHEESH, all those hours of labor, and just like that - it's gone!!!!

In other news, the sun has come out...we've almost forgotten what it looks like.  After months of nasty winter weather, then days and days of rain in a row, the sun was certainly a welcome sight.  You can see the contrast in shoe attire I've changed into throughout the week. 

Also, we had lunch at McDonalds the other day.  Yes, we still do that, even though there are teenagers in the house instead of toddlers.  Long gone are the days of Happy Meals...we're much more sophisticated now, with our Salads and Medium sized meal combos.  Oddly enough, though, my kids never grow out of sneaking the tiny bags of Ronald McDonald cookies {that are probably meant to pacify people with toddlers as they wait in line}....also hard to grow out of are the Ronald tattoos. 

We just stick them in more interesting places....

Delighted as only a 16 year old boy could be over a nipply Ronald. 

We're anxiously waiting for Alex to return home from Israel on Sunday. I'm pretty sure he'll want to sleep for days...which is really nothing new. He's spent the last few days in Galilee, Mt Masada, the Dead Sea, Jerusalem, and at the Temple Mount. Tomorrow they tour the Western Wall and the Judean Wilderness...

On the animal front:

One bird died.  He sure seemed healthy last week when they were mating every hour.

The cat found out how to sneak outside through the basement window.

She now knows that beyond our walls are BOY CATS.

And she hates us...and so do the BOYS.

As I type, there are BOYS outside crying for her to come out and play.

Spare me.

Seriously...that is our week in a nutshell - you can't make this stuff up!

Something's in the air...

...and it brought germs in with it.  Nick was on the couch all day....I counted, 12 hrs...

not even sure he got up to pee! 

{And if you read here often, you know that means THIS came out}

Thankfully, it did not include the nasty vomiting-thing...mostly just the“sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy head, fever" kind of germs.  The kind that only the Dayquil/Nyquil combo relieves every 4 hrs.

 He's a different kid when he's sick.

He's still

quiet

somber

appreciative

and gentle...

He doesn't even ATTEMPT to comment on his sister's every move

doesn't try to hug her because he knows she thinks she's too cool to hug back

doesn't bug her

doesn't tell her everything she does wrong

doesn't even care what she's doing....

and SHE actually ASKED him if he needed a snack or more ice in his water...

actually LET him kiss her on the cheek before bed w/out whining

Do you see my dilemma?

{Don't tell him, but I might have accidently switched the Nyquil with colored, flavored sugar water}

Besides the fact that I hate to see my kids sick, they are secretly some of  my favorite days...

we all just get along so nicely! You might even use the word "sweet" to describe our behavior. 

Is it too much to ask for a few more sick days before the season blows over???

OK...I am not TRULY hoping for my child to awake in the morning in the same state he did today...I'd much rather he be healthy AND sweet....I'm just saying, sometimes it doesn't happen that way!

Every once in a while a mildly sick day just seems to be a good thing.  What 16 year old kid doesn't love to sit on the couch, nap, watch movies and be waited on by his mom and 13 year old sister...it just feels good!  So, it's actually been a good day, flu-bug and all. 

“Blessed is the servant who loves his brother as much when he is sick and useless as when he is well and can be of service to him. And blessed is he who loves his brother as well when he is afar off as when he is by his side, and who would say nothing behind his back he might not, in love, say before his face.”

St. Francis of Assisi

He's leaving on a jet plane....

he's officially left US soil...next stop Tel Aviv.  With a mixed heart of joy and anticipation I hugged Alex goodbye this morning as he headed back to school to pack up and meet up with his class before departure time.  Besides being totally jealous that he gets to tour the ancient land of Israel for the next two weeks, I am even more excited that he has the privilege of having the opportunity to go.  Even though he's been off to school for months, I was still surprised to tear up as I followed him down the Pike this morning when he turned one way...towards the other side of the world...and I turned another.  And then, maybe I felt it again a little bit this evening when he texted from the airport saying they were about to board the jet plane.  Big as he is...in my mind's eye he still occasionally reverts back to that little boy with the blond bowl cut and I have to force myself not to follow behind him at a safe distance - dodging evergreen ground cover so he can't see me.  He's a big boy...but once a mom, always a mom.  What a great journey!

I hope this post wrecks you for life....

This is an unbelievable video.  It will take you about 20 minutes to watch both parts, but I PROMISE you will be blown away and NOT disappointed that you've watched it!!!  We played this last night in youth group and an entire room of middle schoolers and high schoolers sat riveted to their seats in amazement.  Grab your coffee, sit back, and stand in awe of the wonder of our Creator. {You'll want to pause the song playing in the background first...scroll down till you see it on the bottom left side of the screen}

Refill the coffee and enjoy the rest!!!

Laminin....
"He is before all things, and in Him all things hold together..."
Colossians 1:17

It took me a moment to collect myself after watching this....All I could say was woah....  WHOA!

May this little tiny picture of how vast and powerful our Maker is wreck you completely.  May you never again question the significance of your existence.