So, Krisha and I have a new neighbor, but it is probably not what you think. I went out the other day to water the plants on our balcony. As I was watering the avocado plant, which I grew from a seed (By the way, I have found growing an avocado tree from a seed quite rewarding. I think it would be neat to grow plants from seeds with children to teach them how God makes things grow.), I came across a startling discovery.
There was a rather large, grayish white frog sitting in a pot partially filled with water. After the initial shock of seeing this unexpected visitor, I was glad he had come to visit. I figured that he might eat some of the bad insects that are known to frequent our porch. And it was also reminder of a young childhood memory I had. There used to be a toad that lived in the missing brick of a patio my parent's had. Unfortunately, he was gone the next time I went out to look for him. But he has come back for one night since then and I hope that he will visit again sometime soon.
Krisha and I have been very blessed the past two weeks with some of our best friends visiting Orlando. Two weeks ago, my wife surprised me by having my best friends Jon Bonker and Eric Noll show up in Orlando. We had a great time doing guy things. Jon came first. We canoed Long Lake by RTS, something I had been meaning to do for awhile. Then Eric shows up, feeling competitive. Eric and Jon challenged me to some rounds of disc golf. I won't tell you how many handicaps I had to give them and still managed to beat them in the first game at least. The second one we tied. After disc golf, they challenged me to a mental game of skill, Hearts. It felt so good to drop the Queen of Spades to Bonker. This game was close, but I again squeaked out the victory. These victories were much needed because I had recently been in a game losing streak. Overall, it really was a great time among best friends. Props to my wonderful wife for a great birthday present!!!
Then, this past weekend, Krisha's friend Heidi came. We had a great time. On Saturday, we went to Deleon Springs. Unfortunately, we arrived after the Make-your-own-Pancake restaurant closed. But, we still had fun swimming, throwing the frisbee, and catching up.
Ohh, and Krisha pushed me into the water, can you believe it?
So, for awhile, I've been meaning to explain the meaning of my blog title. The meaning is nothing fancy and I'm not sure if it makes 100% sense. I think most of us have been there. You sign up for something and are asked for a username or in this case a title. Most of the time, I would just use a simple name, but for my blog, I wanted to be cool, so I put on my thinking cap. Cool, or not, this is what I was thinking at the time.
Having recently studied Greek in seminary, the word for Lord is kurios. I had the first word in my title. Next, I wanted a word that would tie this reference to Jesus and my devotion for Him into my life. Some of you know, I have gotten interested in geocaching. The idea of geocaching is to find small hidden treasures on the earth using coordinates and a GPS. The cache part being a hidden object that is stored away and to be used at a later date. Perfect, I would take the caching and make kurios caching. So, the final meaning having something to do with storing away thoughts about the Lord for later recollection or in this case for others to see. So, that is the title of my blog. I hope this blog occasionally reminds you of Jesus and His greatness.
So, Krisha and I have a new neighbor, but it is probably not what you think. I went out the other day to water the plants on our balcony. As I was watering the avocado plant, which I grew from a seed (By the way, I have found growing an avocado tree from a seed quite rewarding. I think it would be neat to grow plants from seeds with children to teach them how God makes things grow.), I came across a startling discovery. 
There was a rather large, grayish white frog sitting in a pot partially filled with water. After the initial shock of seeing this unexpected visitor, I was glad he had come to visit. I figured that he might eat some of the bad insects that are known to frequent our porch. And it was also reminder of a young childhood memory I had. There used to be a toad that lived in the missing brick of a patio my parent's had. Unfortunately, he was gone the next time I went out to look for him. But he has come back for one night since then and I hope that he will visit again sometime soon.
