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To Restore

To Restore

I recently borrowed a pressure washer from someone. When I started to rinse off an area on the side of my house that had mud and grime, stuff started to come off that I didn’t even know was there. Stains that had tinted the grout around the bricks. Dirt that had found its way into the crevices of the exterior of the house. And more stuff started to fall away from the cleansing water that I didn’t even realize was making my house dirty. I felt so accomplished after I finished one side of my house…that I started to work on the fence.

Fake Fall

Fake Fall

We are living in fake fall. It’s not real fall. Fall doesn’t start until…wait for it…Thursday, September 22nd. That is a month from now…and yet we are in the midst of fake fall. Pumpkin and cinnamon things are sneaking into our grocery carts and coffee orders. Our pineapple and coconut have been prematurely traded for pumpkin and chai. People are growing out their facial hair…maybe that is just me…and assessing their flannel and boots. We claim an 85 degree morning that is overcast as that cool fall air. We see (and buy) apple orchard soap, fall farmers market candles, and crisp autumn morning wax melts. Just for clarity, all of those things smell lovely as soap, candles, and wax melts…but they smell nothing like the actual thing. Apple orchards smell like…well…I’m not sure what they smell like…but probably not cinnamon apple sauce soap.

Cloffice

Cloffice

I have an office at home that Sarah built into a closet. It’s my “cloffice”. It’s a thing on Pinterest. Google it. Now the nice thing about having a “cloffice” is that it doesn’t take up a ton of space, it isn’t an eye sore, and I can close the closet doors and it disappears. The bad thing is, I can close the closet doors and it will disappear.

Waiting

Waiting

No one has ever described me as a yard guy. No one has ever come to me to ask for gardening advice. I have never been described as having a green thumb. Now, you might describe Sarah that way, but definitely not me. When Sarah and I bought our first house I in Kansas City it had a yard…but I did not have a lawn mower.

Come To The Light

Come To The Light

We have this awesome old Jeep. And by “old” I mean, 1992. And by “awesome” I mean it has some serious issues. I knew when I got it that it had some problems…but I love it and if I’m honest, I love the attention it gets from other people. It’s one of those vehicles that people see it and either think, “that thing is awesome!” or they think, “is that thing street legal?”

Deafening Silence

Deafening Silence

There has been more sound than most of us prefer lately. I don’t just mean the fireworks last week…or discounted fireworks this week…or music from your neighbors summer party…there is more noise being projected at us from all directions at all times. From frustrations...