Last weekend wasn't very special.
I was at work late. It was about 3am ish and I was exhausted, covered in sweat, like really seriously gross. I had ripped my jeans. If it had been at the knee or lower it could have been cool but it was up by my thigh. Maybe your legs are different but mine are especially white the doctor has looked at it but can’t figure it out. He said it reaches a spectrum of the color scale that shouldn’t exist. So there it is a 3 or 4 square in hole on my thigh. My right hand is bleeding and blistered. I can’t remember in which order so you’ll have to forgive me.
So that was when my saw broke. I’m almost done and the saw blade is smooth. That is a bad thing when it comes to saws, if you need to do some sawing (and I did). I stood staring at my creation, a half built doghouse constructed completely out of pallets. With pallets being the only source of wood it was either that or cardboard. Not having a saw, well a sharp one, I was forced to construct the roof out of cardboard. It was a sad moment.
Spray painting graffiti on the roof made me happy again.
The next day each associate from the store donated money to put the manager of their choice into the doghouse. Then the manager had to raise either $50 or $100 depending if it was their first or second time. All the money went to the Children’s Miracle Network.
PS I put the name princess on the doghouse and they wore dog ears. I would say it was cute but mostly it was just hilarious.
During my lunch break today I rushed across town to pick up my wife as she got off work. I left early so she wouldn't have to wait. As I was pulled up to the stop sign at the end of the parking lot a man came up to the passenger window and poked his head in. "Are you headed into town?" he asked. I nodded my head and he jumped in. For a few minutes we talked about where I was going and where he wanted to go. I had extra time so I agreed to take him home. Then we both sat there, as strangers. I thought about turning on the music or asking a question but instead kept on driving.
There is something there, in the silence, that most people find unsettling. That's why some people leave the TV on when they go to bed. I have a cell phone, a CD player, MP3 player, and radio to combat the stillness in the air.
I Kings 19:11-12 says: The LORD said, "Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the LORD, for the LORD is about to pass by." Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake came a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper.
Maybe there's a connection between the amount of noise in my life and my inability to hear God. If God sometimes feels distant to me, maybe it's not because He's not talking to me, but simply because I'm not really listening.
Scary white page of nothing begone!
It's baby time, for the first time. After nearly two years of marriage we've decided to approach the starting line of parenthood. This is no sprint either, no sir, this is an all out marathon. Stay hydrated because there are no rest stops. Anyway, one of the inevitable conversations is what to name said child. I believe in listening to my gut, and my gut tells me "Moose" would be a great name. After I recovered from my beating I made my wife promise me she would use words instead of fists in our future conversations. She agreed on the condition that the name Moose was no longer an option. Since listening to my gut resulted in getting punched in the gut I decided to use a new tactic.
Plan B: Instead of naming our child after a magestic animal I would choose a name more fitting for a Homo sapien. Without second guessing my genious I decided on "Captain".
Let the games begin.