Mr. Tall

Soccer Coach

I have the awesome opportunity to coach for the Furman Youth Soccer Club. My boss, Bill Martin, is the head coach for Furman Youth and he asked me take a U-10 girls team. This is my first time ever coaching and I'm having a blast!

My team, the Shooting Stars, is made up of eight wonderful 8 & 9 year olds: Monica, Micaela, Abbey, Caroline, Shea, Whitney, Alison, and Caitlin.

We've been training for a couple of weeks and we just had our first two games this past weekend. We lost both of them, but it was a huge learning experience. I think that the girls did great considering that half the team hadn't played soccer before and this was the first time they played together. They had a great time, despite the loss, and that's all that matters.

It's really cool to see how God has made each and every one of them unique.

Here are a couple random pictures from our pre-season soccer camp.

Stained Glass Masquerade

Is there anyone that fails
Is there anyone that falls
Am I the only one in church today feelin' so small

Cause when I take a look around
Everybody seems so strong
I know they'll soon discover
That I don't belong

So I tuck it all away, like everything's okay
If I make them all believe it, maybe I'll believe it too
So with a painted grin, I play the part again
So everyone will see me the way that I see them

Are we happy plastic people
Under shiny plastic steeples
With walls around our weakness
And smiles to hide our pain
But if the invitation's open
To every heart that has been broken
Maybe then we close the curtain
On our stained glass masquerade

Is there anyone who's been there
Are there any hands to raise
Am I the only one who's traded
In the altar for a stage

The performance is convincing
And we know every line by heart
Only when no one is watching
Can we really fall apart

Are we happy plastic people
Under shiny plastic steeples
With walls around our weakness
And smiles to hide our pain
But if the invitation's open
To every heart that has been broken
Maybe then we close the curtain
On our stained glass masquerade

But would it set me free
If I dared to let you see
The truth behind the person
That you imagine me to be

Would your arms be open
Or would you walk away
Would the love of Jesus
Be enough to make you stay

Casting Crowns - LifeSong

My Condo

Here are some pictures from the property management's website of my new place.

my place!

These are just a couple exterior shots, I'll have to post some interior ones later...

O'Cha

This is THE coolest place ever! (Like anyone could ever know that, Napoleon).

Seriously, it's is very cool. If you live in Greenville and haven't stopped in, it is a must!

And if you're brave you'll get Tapioca pearls in your tea. Yummy!

little old indian guy

There's this little old indian guy that has been sitting out on the curb by my apartment for the last couple months.

I'm not quite sure what he's doing... meditating, thinking, or enjoying the fine weather perhaps.

He sits out there with crossed legs, a bottle of water, and sometimes a rug. He's even joined by what looks like his daughter and a sister when it's exceptionally nice out.

He sits for hours as all of us, his neighbors, busily run here and there and back again.

I always wave at him. I don't think he speaks english because I've tried to strike up a conversation, but he just nods and does the old person mouth-chew-thingy. At least he waves back and smiles.

Sitting at the curb - chillin' - what a life.

Now that I've moved out of the apartment into my very own condo, I think I'm going to miss that little old indian guy.