Friday, October 29, 2010

"A Knight, Doctor, Soldier & Fireman"



I'm not sure what profession any of my children
will pursue in their futures. But as long as they
pursue God's purpose for their profession, I don't
care if it takes them across the world.

If He calls one to soldier across the pond...
If He calls one to doctor the dying an ocean away...
If He calls one to run up a collapsing tower to save a life...
If He calls one to carry His sword to the ends of the earth...

They are His first to His Glory.

Monday, October 25, 2010

"The Cool Bus"

We might have to buy a real one some day.

"Words"

What happens when the words you need
are not found inside you head?

What happens when the words you speak
won't come out instead?

Where do you go to find the words,
when comfort is need in them?

Digging deep inside to find the right ones
you come back empty handed.

Searching your heart for encouragement
leaves you on an island stranded.

They hurt, they wound, they fail you.
They build walls around you.
They bury you deeper in the earth.
They shouldn't, but they do.

Now imagine, my friend, the difference
of knowing just what to say.

Would you use them to make a difference?
would you use them correct today?

Time to take the self out to say the right words.
Time to make the self fall in line to say the right words.
Time to fall upon his sword to find the right words.


Tuesday, October 19, 2010

"Hats"

I own probably around 25 different hats. Maybe more.
Really I'm not 100% sure. I'm a matcher. Women
match shoes, purses... I match hats, usually by color.
I don't think that makes me weird in any way, just
coordinated.

Just like those that adorn my head, I wear different
hats in everyday life; Plainly... dad, husband, son, etc.
But also more specifically... chef, chauffeur, garbage
man, grass cutter, sweeper, tackling dumbie, etc.
You get the picture.

I'm a jack of all trades, master of none.
I dabble in it all. And as long as 4 children believe
I'm expert in all those areas, I can survive the day.

I'm afraid however I do to much dabbling as it
were in the matters of God. I'm inconsistent
in prayer, inconsistent in the reading of His
word. I dabble.

And I can think of a few reasons why, but
none that excuse me from being that dabbler.

DABBLE v. "to work at anything in an irregular or superficial manner"

Irregular, yes.

Superficial, now that's scary.

I don't want to be superficial. I want to be real.
I don't want to be irregular. I want to be diligent.
I don't want to be cubic zirconium.

Friday, October 15, 2010

"Still the One"

I'm not quite sure why I like this:

Friday, October 8, 2010

"an·tic·i·pa·tion"

–noun
1. the act of anticipating or the state of being anticipated.
2. realization in advance; foretaste.
3. expectation or hope.
4. previous notion; slight previous impression.
5. intuition, foreknowledge, or prescience.


I wonder, do I really anticipate the day
I will be swept into glory with my
Savior, my Lord, my King, my God...
my Jesus?

Do I really have #3 above?
expectation or hope?

I do in the sense that my faith in Christ
is full of an obedience to the hope,
anticipation, of such time.

But do I really live my life in such a way?

Christmas.
As a child I anticipated the day, long in
advance of it's arrival. I don't ever
remember thinking, "truly, have I been
good enough for what lies ahead."
Sure, I was conditioned in way to be
good, because "Santa would take me
off the list if I wasn't." A ploy for
sure to coerce the young to behave.
But is there damage in that way of thinking.

I remember a time in an October so
long ago, of the anticipation of a good
hunt with my dad one saturday afternoon.
At the time, my younger sister was
anticipating a party that was to occur
the same evening. We must have
been in our early teens, 'cause we
were expected to act a certain way...
behave... while my parent went out
somewhere that Saturday morning.
My recollection is this: Upon return,
our parents were pretty upset
with what he had done or maybe
hadn't done. I really don't remember.
But I do remember there were consequences.
No hunt for me. No party for her.
I remember think how awful that was.
But for her, not me.
See, I knew that there would be another
day for the hunt. But for my sister,
there wouldn't be another party
quite like the one she anticipated.
Hopes dashed.

My point is this: do I not take time,
from time to time, to anticipate
eternal life with Christ, because
I am programmed to think that something
I do or don't do will derail me from my
undeserved reward. Or do I not take
the time, because I am not sure exactly
when that will be.

Christmas is December 25th... a definite scheduled time.
The hunting day trip, was X day. I knew when it was
and I anticipated it.

My last breath that ushers me into the eternal
is certainly set, but I'm unaware of when exactly
it is. It could be tomorrow, 2013, March 19th 2073?
(3.19.2073 would make me 99 years old...
and another blog for another time).
It could happen as I type this.
I don't know when.
I just know it will.

So, is my anticipation thwarted by the when...
or should my anticipation be propelled foward by the will...
and not my will, but by His will...

"But God demonstrates his own love for us in this:
While we were still sinners, Christ died for us."
Romans 5:8 NIV

I for one no longer want to live my life
minus the anticipation that Christ bought
for me. Sure, stay focused on doing the
work he has prepared in advance for me,
but never allow the excitement of the
anticpation of Him be lost during most
moments of my life.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

"When The Syrups Gone"

Really, this isn't about the syrup.
It's not even about the empty water jug;
Or even about the inside out shirts found in the dryer.

It's not about the last sheet on the toilet roll...
or the last spoonful of mayo in the mayo jar;
Or even about whoever constantly leaves the
backdoor open after coming in the house.

I could say I could go on and on... but I have
learned that most of the time the little "pet peeves"
I have are really not an issue when I've got
plenty of food in my belly and a few extra winks
in my sleep.

I realize how important food and sleep are
to a body in general, but in greater depth,
they are imperative to a well-balanced
day to day perspective.

Perspective.
World English Dictionary, via
dictionary.com, give this definition
for perspective as #1:
a way of regarding situations, facts, etc.,
and judging their relative importance.

In my world, without the proper food and sleep,
the relative importance of things mentioned above
and other things that could be added, are
more important than they really are.
I've got bad perspective.

But with the correct amount of
food and sleep, my perspective becomes
focused better. I see things for what
they are, mere annoyances that should
never topple me over the edge or break
down relationships in my life.

Perspective.

Monday, October 4, 2010

"Someth_ing M_ss_ ng"

Really, _t's not m_ss_ng.
_ just want less of _t _n my l_fe.