Chris Spealler is a Beast. Capital “B”.
Went to the Anuhea concert last night. It was exactly what I needed after being gone on for 3 weeks on a mission trip. Good music, great company, and lots of laughs… followed by a 10 hour K.O.

Busted.

In everything you do.

I love this song.
It brings me back to early Saturday mornings where my dad would play this song while cooking breakfast for the family.
Although Engelbert Humperdinck may have sung this song in my dads day, Michael Buble and Nelly Furtado’s version will play on Saturday mornings, when I cook for my family.
Love you Pops.

don’t. give. up.
As a woman, I will be the first to admit that I want to be pursued. The female mind has an inherent soft-spot for thoughts and fantasies of being wooed and romanced to rest upon. In the age where “women can do things now,” we try and pretend like we “don’t need no man.” Even then, we mean that we…
Love it. Please follow my friend faithology’s tumblr. I’ve known this girl since she was 14 and it’s been such a blessing to see how many people she’s impacted through her blog. She’s a woman after God’s own heart, sings Hosanna better than Brooke Fraser, and is forreals, one cool cat. Enjoy!
“I’ve missed more than 9,000 shots in my career. I’ve lost almost 300 games. 26 times, I’ve been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I’ve failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.”
-Michael Jordan
Totally love this song.
Ua peke ko te ragi
Ki ruga ki toku kaiga
Horo horo
Tamariki
Ki ruga
Ki te piriga (x3)
Fakatere tere
Na tokerau e
Toku piko haga
Ki ga ruki e
Viru viru maua
Taku moe haga
Ua kite au te marania
Taku kahaia iti e
Ua peke ko te ragi
Ki ruga ki toku kaiga
Horo horo
Tamariki
Ki ruga ki ruga
Ki te piriga
Blowing
The wind from the north
During my sleep
Last night
She is so pretty
In my dreams
I saw this beautiful girl
My little plant (meaning flower)
Flying in the sky
Above my homeland
Running, running
Children
Above, above
The (solid) earth
Excuses are the nails used to build a house of failure.
-Don Wilder



