Futility Itself

As I walked to the band hall today I noticed a man operating weed waker.  Nothing seemed odd about this at first, and then it dawned on me,  why on earth would you weed whack an area this already barren.  I guess you could weed whack the dead weeds or the dirt that is on the sidewalk.  EIther way it was very humorous.

God's People

Ya know, God is so good...I thought I would catch you all up on some happenings that are not merely an accident and that took until today for me to put into context.

I went in to start my internet service out here and the as I was filling out the papers the Philippino lady behind the counter starts singing, "Lord I lift your name on high...Lord I love so sing your praises...I'm so glad you're in my life...etc."  Today I was eating lunch and ran into a man by the name of Rob who used to support a civilian contractor running guns from place to place out here.  His truck broke down in the middle of Baghdad and he was stranded in a bad neighborhood for an american to be.  Long story short some folks from the Army got him out of there and saved his life and he was wondering if we could look them up because he never got to say thank you.  Then I saw him pray over his meal and he continued talking to us about his experience using phrases like "by the grace of God" and things like that.  He was obviously a spiritual man.  It just always amazes me who God places in my life and the timing.

Also I though I would gross you guys out by posting a picture of my small pox area on my sholder...now this is absolutely normal so don't be alarmed...muahahaha

Weird man

I was just having a though as I sit here on CQ.  CQ is a 24 hr shift which means I sleep here at night to ensure the security of high dollar items in the band hall.  That being said, there is a huge possibility, in fact almost a certainty, that Saddam Hussein once roamed the room where I now sleep seeing as how this was his pool.  Weird huh?  Kinda creepy.