San Fransisco

deYoung Museum

The view from up there must be breath taking.

The sculpture below is massive and stunning.

This must have taken a bit of time to create.

Tea

I'm not a coffee drinker, well at least not anymore. I used to hate the smell of coffee. I'd actually leave the kitchen when my dad was getting the coffee ready for the following morning. I tried coffee in high school at an all nighter with my youth group. I thought it tasted pretty terrible... but it was a "cool" thing to drink coffee. I did find in college that I love Starbuck's caramel frappuccinos. However, all of that coffee and sugar wasn't good for my stomach or nerves.
Thus, tea came into the picture. My brother works at Starbucks. I'd order water when a group of gals and I went there. He wanted me try new things. I tried several things until I found out that I really like the berry blossom tea they serve. My brother would make a tall tea and then pour it over a grande cup of ice and mix in some sugar. Yum!
I lost my voice when I went to a woman's retreat this past winter. Hume had tons of tea options, but none of them were berry blossom. So, I tried a different tea with every meal in hope of finding a good tea and also in hope of finding my voice. My voice did get a bit better.
Last night I had a wonderful tea. I tend to like the lightly flavored teas. This one was a apple cider tea if I remember right. YUM!
Currently I'm enjoying a raspberry green tea that my sister got me. Sigh, there is just something great about a warm cup of tea.

Witnessed to

I went to get my eyes checked today. While I was in the waiting room I was sitting next to a family of four; dad, mom, son, and daughter. I assumed that they were either Apostolic or Pentecostal due to the ladies' Levi skirts and long braided hair. It is always odd to me to be sitting in close proximity with people you don't know. Case and point, the mom and I made eye contact, naturally I smiled but then she did not know what to do with my smile, so she quickly turned her head. Later I heard her teenage daughter say, "That guy, mom". I did not know who they were talking about, so I didn't think to look at them because I had already, possibly, made the mom uncomfortable with my friendly smile. She stood up and leaned across the gap of chairs to hand me a card. I took a look at it and saw that it was a business type card for their church with service times and such. Their church was in deed Pentecostal. I told her thank you just as I was called back.

I told Tasha the story and she asked what it felt like to get witnessed to. I thought about it and said that I appreciated the woman being bold enough to simply hand a stranger a card to their church. We thought more about it though and asked questions about witnessing. 1) What is more effective: to hand someone a tract or to talk to them? 2) What is less intrusive? 3) Are they equally effective because people respond in different ways? Then I wondered why believers of different denominations do not openly converse.

Does anyone thoughts on any of this?

Alteration

I am working 12 hour days, for five days a week. I started this schedule the Monday after finals week. I was hoping for some rest and relaxation. When experiencing long days and short nights the mind starts to see things differently.



For the original image see previous post by Tasha.

Winter Flowers

I don't know what these flowers are, but I do think they are fascinating. I love that they are fuzzy. When the flowers bloom, it is like treasures being uncovered.

Spontaneous Art

I made this during my lunch hour the other day. He is made of trash paper, tape, cone cut from an orange ear plug, post-it note, and twigs from my dying desk plant.



Hurray it will be Christmas soon!

T-Shirt Cleverness

Sawing logs

Tonight we went to Starbucks and met with our friend Karin. We go practically every week for them to work on their Bible Study Fellowship and I get to work on school stuff. So I was trying to read Saint Augustine's Confessions and apparently fell asleep. A barista who I have befriended, who was actually off duty, saw me asleep and asked Tasha if I was her friend. Luckily she claimed me and said, "Oh that is my husband". He then asked if I was supposed to be asleep to which Tasha replied, "No, he is supposed to be doing homework". Oops!