"Erased"

No joke, I just deleted the greatest blog
that every came streaming out of my
brain, down to my fingertips and onto
this screen.

I saved it.

It vanished.

And now I'm sitting here trying to figure
what God intended for my life by this
unfortunate event happening. What's
significant thing should I be learning
from this horrible mistake?

And as fleeting as my brain resets to
the pause position, I think: it really
is just something that happened.
Nothing more, nothing less.

Do I do this way to much in my life...
try to paint God into my circumstance
as if there is something so more greater
going on than just me.

Now, I'm not saying God is not in it all.
But some times, when you have a flat
tire, it's just a flat tire... and just
because you had a flat tire right out
in front of Burger King doesn't mean
you were divined to go to Burger King...
and just because some fellow in
BK sees you and comes out to offer
assistance doesn't mean your flat
tire was about you.

It could have easily been for the fellow in BK.

"The Lovely 2 Year Old"

One might think that by now, I would have
formulated some sort of plan to deal with
what lies ahead: the 2 to 3.5 years of a
childs life.

I mean, really, this isn't actually rocket
science to me any more. I've been through
it 3 times before.

The fourth and final chapter of this
portion of my parenting work probably
seems to be the coming of the worst; but
is more likely I'm living the now and
the faded memories of how rotten the
other three were have faded with
time.

Levi Jacob Trimble.

You are either going to end up in a
2T sized straight jacket, or I'm going
to end up trying to swim across the
Ohio River.

I haven't quite come up with a good
nickname yet for the youngster.
Hurricane Noah.
PE Abby
Lukenstein.

Levi. Levi. Levi.
Still pending.

And with any luck, maybe I'll
survive the next 1.5 years to
write a book about it.

"Wicked Cool"

SO, I've blogged about the cross orb.

I most welcome spider who rids our

porch and yard of the most vile

of flying insects. She, the cross orb,

has moved on (only guess this because

I've haven't seen her web around in

a few days).

Also, however, therefore...

bad english there I think.

We also had a vistor a couple

weeks back that hung out on our

porch for a 36 or so hour period.

The ever-loving, husband eating

(much the same as the cross orb)

fly and pest insect killing queen

of green.

The praying mantis. A most

beautiful sight when one can no

longer stand carrying a fly swatter

around OUTSIDE.

The praying mantis.

Her hand held so closely together.

The cross orb spider.

Marked on her back with a most

discernable cross.

Wicked Cool.

Yes, they are expert killers...

if you're an insect.

But to me, they both are most

excellent friends... removing the

most unwanted in my yard.

The cross... Prayer.

Both remove the most unwanted

in my life. One for all time.

One for daily strength to die to

self and live for a more excellent

way.

The cross.

Prayer.

Is any one of you in trouble?

He should pray.

Is anyone happy?

Let him sing songs of praise.

Is any one of yous sick?

He should call the eldersw of the

church to pray over him and annoint

him with oil in the name of the Lord.

And the prayer offered in faith will

make the sick person well;

the Lord will raise him up.

If he has sinned, he will be forgiven.

Therefore confess your sins to

each other and pray for each

other so that you may be healed.

The prayer of a righteous man is

powerful and effective.

James 5:13-16 NIV

"15 Seconds"

Tell me what happens in 15 seconds.

Really, how does so little time
change so much?

I'm not sure how much I breath
or blink in 15 seconds.

I'm not sure how much trouble
a 4 year old can get in 15 seconds.

How far around Daytona Speedway
will a Sprint Cup car go in 15 seconds?

How many people die in 15 seconds
worldwide; or how many are born
worldwide in 15 seconds?

15 seconds.

15 seconds.

15 seconds.

I spend the better part of yesterday
from 1 to 4 waching the Steelers/Falcons
field goal fest.

And in a matter of 15 seconds of
overtime, the game was decided.
It was certainly the most exciting
15 seconds of the game... but
really. REALLY?

15 seconds. 1/4th of a minute.

"Something Beautiful"

I feel the waves crashing on my feet
It's like I know where I need to be
I can't figure out
No, I can't figure out
Just how much air I will need to breathe
When your wave crashes over me
There's only one way to figure out
Will you let me drown Will you let me drown

Hey now, this is my desire
Consume me like a fire
Cause I just want
Something beautiful to touch me
I know that I'm in reach
I am down on my knees
And waiting for
Something beautiful

And the water is rising quick
And for years I was scared of it
We can't be sure when it will subside
So I won't leave your side
No I can't leave your side

Hey now, this is my desire
Consume me like a fire
Cause I just want
Something beautiful to touch me
I know that I'm in reach
I am down on my knees
And waiting for
Something beautiful

"The End"

Tomorrow is the first day of school.

To me, and I may have written before,
this is a bitter sweet thing.

For one thing, I have to reintroduce
myself to the alarm clock. I've been
using Levi as my alarm clock for the
summer. He rises, I rise.

Another thing, 2 sets of hands will
be away for the most part of the day.
As much as they act like kids and
steer clear of all things work, they
actually do so much. It's easier to
trust an 8 year old or even 6 year
old to entertain the soon to be 2 year
old while you take a potty break.

Now, it will just be me, the Lukenstein,
and Mr. MumbLevi.

Also, it back to routine. Fall brings that
to me, routine. Sure, we have it during
the summer, but it's much easier to
buck routine then and do something
different.

Bitter Sweet. Good-bye Summer.
Welcome back, old friend Autumn.

Good-bye horrible Buccos.
Welcome back, Steelers and Penguins.

Good-bye 90s.
Hello... well, maybe not yet on that one.

Know also that wisdom is sweet to your soul;
if you find it, there is a future hope for you,
and your hope will not be cut off.
Proverbs 24:14 NIV

"They Are Coming"

Pretty soon, the big yellow monsters will be
out in force. In some parts of the country,
they are roaming already. They seek out
children to devour... and then regurgitate
at institutions of public fund wasting.

That time of year is upon us. And this
to me is a bitter sweet affair. YES,
bitter sweet.

It marks an end; but also a new beginning.

"See, I am doing a new thing!
Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the desert
and streams in the wasteland. "
Isaiah 43:19 NIV