Raindrops, Soap, and Watermelons...

Yeah...the title is random. I like it that way. :D
(I know, I know! Two posts in two days?? Take a deep breath and please don't faint away! Lol)
I actually can relate the title to some recent happenings! We (the LCA middle and high school girls) played Fruit Basket Turnover with a twist. OH MY WORD! It was torture! The theme was 'Random' and everyone was named either a raindrop, soap, or watermelon...(hence the title). We spread our chairs out all over half of the gym to play so that we would get more exercise. It worked! And apparently that wasn't enough so we added twists.
Random Twists meant that everyone had to jump up and race to the farthest wall of the gym and keep their hand on it while Sis. Rocha counted to three. Then we raced back and found a different seat.
Raindrop Twists meant that all the raindrops had to skip to the farthest wall and back and then find a chair.
Watermelon Twists meant that all the watermelons had to run a lap around the gym and then find a seat.
And Soap Twists meant that all the soaps got up and did five measly little jumping jacks and then found a seat. Yeah. Go soaps! Lol ( I was a raindrop)
Randomly in the middle of the game, Sis. Rocha and I came up with a new twist but we couldn't find an appropriate name. Therefore it was called the Everbody-Watermelon-Twist-with-Raindrops-running-backwards Twist. Yeah. *cue crowd control* This twist was hilarious! Mass chaos immediately followed every time! So yeah! That was our spin on Fruit Basket Turnover so that we would have fun AND get good exercise. Trust me and all the other LCA girls. It worked! We were all sore the next day! (Dontchu be making smart comments about how out of shape we are! We were aggressive! lol)
Anyways, P.E. has been really good lately!

NOW! Onto the point of this post! :) the long awaited poem! *ba dum tss*
For those of you who don't know,  wrote this about Pastor Howard for a Bible Assignment...anywhoo, here it comes! :)

The Hands of this Man

Wrinkled, calloused,
Scarred and worn.
Tender yet rough,
Caring and warm.
Always working,
Reaching, moving,
Never stopping to rest.
Searching and helping,
Always giving his best.
Never ending struggle,
To protect and defend,
I know God is working,
Through the hands if this man.
Teaching and encouraging,
Sharing the truth,
Reaching lost souls,
God's love to prove.
Never giving up,
Never backing down,
And though he will receive one,
It isn't for a crown.
Trusting in God,
And letting him lead,
Knowing that in Christ,
Is all he'll ever need.
Sometimes his path is rough,
And hard to continue on,
His strength comes not by man,
But by his God alone.
My respect he has earned,
And doesn't demand.
I have fallen in love,
With the hands of this man.




Anyways, that's it... :) I know it isn't an amazing poem but it is what I felt while I was writing... I am so thankful for my pastor and all of his many prayers for me! He is such an amazing man of God and I am very blessed to have the privilege of calling Pastor Gary Howard MY God-given Pastor. He has played many important roles in my life and the impact he has made will strengthen me. I am proud to say that this man has his fingerprints on my life and on the lives of my future children. He has played a huge part in making me to be who I am today and love him so much! (After all, I am his adopted granddaughter AND his  PB&J) :D

Hope you enjoyed!