Just wanted to post quickly about what an amazing game BYU had last night. The defense looked awesome, the O-line held their own, Hall, Kariya and many others had great games and overall we looked like a team that belonged on the field with the #3 team in the country. Hurray for BYU- GO COUGARS!
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Go Cougars!!!
Just wanted to post quickly about what an amazing game BYU had last night. The defense looked awesome, the O-line held their own, Hall, Kariya and many others had great games and overall we looked like a team that belonged on the field with the #3 team in the country. Hurray for BYU- GO COUGARS!
Sunday, August 23, 2009
We're Back!
This is the whole firepit area that all the boys built together. It was really fun to get to use a little before we left.
Other than that we are just looking forward to the arrival of our little girl in about a month. :) We got to pick up her crib that mom and Dave gave us (it's beautiful thanks!) and we will post pictures of her room soon once we get it all put together. This last picture is just one of my and my ever-growing middle since I always want to see those kind of pictures of everyone else when it's their turn. :) So here it is . . . :)
Thursday, July 2, 2009
My one and only contribution to our blog...thus far.
Precious Above All
By Tyler Lloyd
From far away I saw the tree,
And grasped the iron rod,
And pressing forward through the mist,
The narrow path I trod.
But faltering along the path,
I must have dropped my gaze.
From shining light I turned and saw
A building through the haze.
It towered high above the ground,
And people fine and proud,
From ev’ry doorway beckoned me
To come and join the crowd.
It seemed both great and wonderful,
Yet filled my heart with dread.
I turned away and fixed my view
On path and tree ahead.
But ever as my feet moved on,
My thoughts dwelt on the crowd,
Which mocked my struggle down below,
In voices harsh and loud.
The mist pressed close around me now,
I felt its tender strands,
That pulled so softly at my feet,
So gently at my hands.
One strand sang sweetly in my ear,
A soothing melody:
“Why walk this path so long and hard?
Come with us and be free!”
Relaxing grip upon the rod,
And view upon the tree,
I slowed my pace and looked around,
Intrigued by what I’d see.
The fog obscured the distant scene
That I could not resist.
I soon had left the pathway and
Was walking in the mist.
The threads of shadow pulled me on,
My face and skin felt cold.
Yet warmed I was by thick’ning cords
That now took greater hold.
And now and then from distant tree,
A beam of light would shine,
And I perceived these gentle cords
Were chains of dark design.
Before the beams the chains gave way,
Defeated by the light.
But fearing now to lose their touch,
I turned into the night.
I stumbled down my unseen path,
Uncertain and confused.
O’er rocks and pits I fell until
My hands and knees were bruised.
The cords that led so gently once,
Now pulled me to a race,
And tripping down one final slope,
I fell upon my face.
Then glancing up my eyes beheld
A river dark and deep,
And kneeling on that sandy shore,
I soon began to weep.
I shuddered at my bitter fate,
Afraid and lost, alone.
Why had I wandered from the path,
And left the truth I’d known?
I stood once more on weary feet,
And summoned all my will,
Determined to retrace my steps
Back up the treach’rous hill.
But though I tried to climb the bank,
The cords would give no slack,
And whipping at my arms and legs,
They roughly pulled me back.
Then wrapping ‘round my chest and waist,
And strengthening their hold,
They dragged me down the sandy bank,
Into the water cold.
These chains, not soft but sharp and hard,
Now muffled out my scream,
And laughing in my ears they pulled
Me ‘neath the murky stream.
Then sinking down into the depths,
My mind caught on the tree,
And straightway from my heart I cried,
“Dear Savior, rescue me!”
Then suddenly a light appeared
Above me on the sand,
And Jesus, kneeling on the shore,
Reached down and took my hand.
And as he made to raise me up,
My heart was filled with peace,
But still the heavy chains would not
Their rightful prize release.
I wondered then “what could He do?”
I knew the law’s demand.
But reaching down he grabbed a chain
With his almighty hand.
The razor edges cut Him, but
The chain broke with a crack,
And lashing back in fury left
A gash upon His back.
He reached again and broke once more
A heavy chain of sin,
It too recoiled, biting deep
Into His precious skin.
And each strong cord that He undid
Sprang back with all its might,
And threw upon His arms and back
The fullness of its spite.
When I could bear no more I cried
“I don’t deserve such grace!
It is not fair that you should bleed
And suffer in my place.”
With no response, He carried on.
I heard one final crack.
He lifted me, from bonds set free,
And placed me on His back.
Then slowly climbed back to the path –
His blood mixed with my tears.
Somehow His love had conquered sin,
And banished all my fears.
I hoped that He would take me to
The tree with no delay.
Instead He put me on the path
Where first my feet did stray.
Then very gently placed my hand
Back on the iron rod,
And for a while walked with me
The pathway home to God.
And someday when I’ve reached the tree,
I’ll fall down at the feet
Of Him who drank the bitter cup,
And made this fruit so sweet.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Yes, Even at Harvard
So I was walking through Harvard Yard on my way to work this morning (Harvard Yard is the big area enclosed by the main dorms and buildings that make up Harvard College). Normally at quarter after eight there are some students milling around but it is more or less quiet. This morning however there was a big gathering of students who seemed to be formed into groups and were each wearing matching colors and holding big signs and banners. Needless to say I was slightly intrigued about what would bring these students out on a cold morning. I quickly found out. As I stopped to watch for a minute, a group of about 20 students burst out from the middle of the pack and began a lap around the Yard. . . in speedos and bikinis, yikes! :) I can only assume this had to do with some sort of initiation or something for the campus Frats and Sororities since they were chanting something I did not understand as they ran. Anyway, it was about the last thing I had expected to see but could only think, Yes, even at Harvard there are students who will run around in almost nothing in freezing temperatures. :)
Monday, January 26, 2009
Yeah, it's been a while
These next pictures are from Saturday when we went Candlepin Bowling with some of the other 1L (first year) law students in our ward. Candlepin bowling was actually invented here in Massachusetts and is actually a pretty big thing here in New England and Eastern Canada. It is mostly the same as regular bowling except for the pins are skinnny and straight up and down and the balls are much smaller. The place we went to has actually been around since the 1930's so it was a fun thing to get to do.