Browsing All posts tagged under »Oregon«

Just Another Life Update…

September 20, 2010

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I must say that Portland’s weather suits me. I love the rain. I don’t think I loved the rain in other places because it wasn’t set against a backdrop of Pacific North-West foliage and the giant furs that seem to be everywhere. When it rains a steady cloud of mist ascends through the forests and […]

a great find!

June 5, 2010

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On my way home, about a week ago, from selling back the plastic, cans and bottles from our house I saw a sign for an estate sale only a street away from my house. It was raining, as usual, but I felt an invisible urge to check things out, and having just made $3.75 from […]

God Is the Needle & I’m the LP…

June 3, 2010

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Hawthorne Blvd, a street filled with coffee shops, bookstores, and the messenger-bag wearing Bohemians that consistently brave the never-ending Portland drizzle. Me, a transient, wearing a black raincoat– a birthday present from my girlfriend– and a golf hat that covers a newly buzzed haircut, listening to a man with wild, unkempt blond hair, playing a […]

I’m Beyond Lucky…

May 30, 2010

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I think I’m the luckiest guy on the planet… Just a thought.

Portland: Ep. 1

May 5, 2010

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Tim here. Haven’t blogged in a few days because I’m exhausted and am trying to let my body recover from the 2,700 mile, week-long trip. Not to mention that I’m getting used to the higher elevation, the weather, and once again living on the third floor at a place. Bigger boys don’t like stairs. It’s […]

Countdown: 4 Days

April 20, 2010

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Four days. I’m in disbelief. Last night I couldn’t sleep. I drove around Bellevue thinking and praying and memorizing details of the places I’ve been to a million times over the past 17 years. I’m so excited about this move. I’m excited to see what God has for me outside of my comfort zone. I […]

The Day I Killed Jesus…

April 4, 2010

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It’s Easter. 3:03am. And I’m writing this because I wanted write down a few thoughts. I wanted to repent of something, actually. I am guilty of spiritual pride. Not the kind of pride that says I have everything right, rather the kind that says if you live by different standards it is my place to […]