my favorite song

What can I say, what can I do
What can I bring to offer You
There is no gold, no precious pearl
Nothing on earth that compares to You
Lord, here I stand with empty hands

I will exalt the One who lifted me
Out of the miry clay to heights of eagle's wings
Words cannot express, all I know is this
You changed me!
I can remember how I used to be
I was so bound, but now I am free
I will exalt the One who lifted me!

I've never known a Father like You
A love that is strong, gentle and true
You draw me close, just like a child
Safe in Your arms there is no doubt
This is my place, this is the way!

CFNI: upsidedown

daves basic laws of travel

i have observed certain laws which come into play more often than not when i travel. here you go:

• the biggest person on the plane always sits next to dave.
• either the tray table or seat back (recline) will malfunction.
• the baby that cries and screams the entire flight must sit within one to two rows of dave.
• inexperienced travelers with way too much carry-on baggage must stop at daves row and press their bags into his face while attempting to figure out how to stuff that dead yak into the overhead.
• those who intend to talk in a booming or high-pitched annoying tone the entire trip must sit right behind, right in front or right next to dave.
• baggage claim is always the furthest carousel away.
• daves bag will be last or next to last off the carousel.

i will add more later. i know there's more, i'm just too tired to think of them.

oh wait . . . when dave goes to the "lavatory" on the plane, he is always preceeded by that biggest traveler who by the way, must have had a wonderful mexican food lunch right before boarding. great . . .