I heard this song during the week and knew I wanted to record it right away.
A little Frankie to start your week off right (click below).
Fly Me To The Moon
I find it interesting that a hand at rest is not wide open and stiff, but soft and curved. No deep thoughts beyond that. An observation of my God-created body.
sudden cloudburst on 10/1/2011
I ran out for some alone time while all of my men were off at the LDS Priesthood session of general conference on Saturday night. After stepping into a little boutique for some browsing, the heavens opened and God sent shiny down upon us.
The cobblestones, the railings, the passing cars. Everything doused with rain and left cleaner than it had been just minutes before.
Like me. Renewed. Cleaner. Washed after the heavens had opened for me. Through living prophets' words.