OK...all 6 of my followers...you have to do a favor for me!
Head over to Grow Up 318 to read a guest post I wrote for her about being EXCITED about what God has done, is doing, and WILL DO!
I love Heather Joy's blog, because she is real, and comes from a similar place I do (Fundy Kids Unite!). Look around over there and read what she has to say. It is solid, thought-provoking material.
Her series of posts "Confessions of a RIFB Girl" are AWESOME! She pokes fun at some of the topics that I grew up thinking were Convictions, but were really Preferences.
She does good work! Go read there, and BE SURE TO LEAVE A COMMENT OR TWO!!!
22 March 2011
Inferiority and Un-Ugly People
SO, I am walking out of Zoe's Kitchen the other night (I love their food, when I can afford it...yum) and almost run slam over a young lady. We were coming in different directions, heading for the same door. I fortunately caught myself before I plowed over her, or at the very least broke her toes as I clumsily tried to put on the breaks...hey, I need to lose a few pounds, ok?
Anyway, we kind of bumped shoulders and I almost dropped my tea. This would've been much more upsetting to me than crushing her feet! We both awkwardly said "Excuse me, " and made eye contact....
Now, before we go on, I AM INDEED 100% MARRIED AND THINK MY WIFE IS WITHOUT A DOUBT THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN ON THE PLANET. I mean that.
That said, this young lady was very, very, very, very, very, very NOT Ugly. (this type of verbiage is approved by my BEAUTIFUL WIFE!!!) Get off my back and stop judging...
Anyway, we kind of bumped shoulders and I almost dropped my tea. This would've been much more upsetting to me than crushing her feet! We both awkwardly said "Excuse me, " and made eye contact....
Now, before we go on, I AM INDEED 100% MARRIED AND THINK MY WIFE IS WITHOUT A DOUBT THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN ON THE PLANET. I mean that.
That said, this young lady was very, very, very, very, very, very NOT Ugly. (this type of verbiage is approved by my BEAUTIFUL WIFE!!!) Get off my back and stop judging...
15 March 2011
Who will be #100?
I started this blog as an outlet for my own crazy observations/spiritual life lessons.
On those occasions when I was asked to speak to a student group, men's fellowship, or teacher's meeting, I found myself looking at events from my own life as illustrations. And realized there was plenty to work with (sometimes good..mostly where I screwed up). Not that drawing on stories of others is not a good thing, but there was so much material in my own world that could be drawn from that it made it more real to me.
I honestly thought that I would have one friend who would read it, and that would be it.
I am not saying I am the next Jon Acuff or JamieTheVeryWorstMissionary, but it has been nice to get feedback from people all over the 'Net regarding my posts.
Apparently, I have one person in both Germany and the UK who reads every post. That's cool to me!
Last week I passed over 1,000 Pageviews.
And now I sit at 99 comments.
Thank you to all who have read.
Thank you to all who have commented.
I hope I encourage you through this random-thought-filled, quasi-diary of jargon and awkward writing!!!
Why?
On those occasions when I was asked to speak to a student group, men's fellowship, or teacher's meeting, I found myself looking at events from my own life as illustrations. And realized there was plenty to work with (sometimes good..mostly where I screwed up). Not that drawing on stories of others is not a good thing, but there was so much material in my own world that could be drawn from that it made it more real to me.
I honestly thought that I would have one friend who would read it, and that would be it.
I am not saying I am the next Jon Acuff or JamieTheVeryWorstMissionary, but it has been nice to get feedback from people all over the 'Net regarding my posts.
Apparently, I have one person in both Germany and the UK who reads every post. That's cool to me!
Last week I passed over 1,000 Pageviews.
And now I sit at 99 comments.
Thank you to all who have read.
Thank you to all who have commented.
I hope I encourage you through this random-thought-filled, quasi-diary of jargon and awkward writing!!!
Whoever does post Comment #100 will win exactly nothing, which has a cash value of zilch!
Let the Race begin!!!!
09 March 2011
Tracking Down Brian...
OK...almost didn't get a chance to write this, but since yesterday I wrote that I would tomorrow and tomorrow is today, I can't post another saying I will write tomorrow again because that would be day after tomorrow when I wrote I would tomorrow, and with my loyal readership of 3, I gotta keep it real!
IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THIS POST ABOUT AN AWESOME KID I KNEW WAY BACK NAMED BRIAN THEN YOU WON'T "GET IT."
IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THIS POST ABOUT AN AWESOME KID I KNEW WAY BACK NAMED BRIAN THEN YOU WON'T "GET IT."
08 March 2011
Update Tomorrow....
Please read my blog post entitled
"Interior Decorating, Hardee's, and Psalm 77"
I got an update on Brian from the story I told...
I can't wait to share it!!
01 March 2011
Interior Decorating, Hardee's, and Psalm 77
When I was a senior in high school (FEELIN' GREAT, LOOKIN' FINE, 'CUZ WE'RE THE CLASS OF 89), I became pretty close to my basketball coach and his family. They had a son roughly my age, so I would find myself over at their house often. They were new to the school, and were a blast to be around. I actually blame Coach M for some of my sarcasm.
They had a son that was in 10th grade, a daughter in 7th, and another son in 1st grade. Just so happens I was the 1st grade "teacher's aide" that year at our school, so I was assigned to Brian's class.
When I was introduced to Brian, before I met Coach M, I could tell something was definitely different. Not wrong...just different. He was not very good in class, and at a small Christian school, there was no one there equipped to help Brian how he needed to be helped. He lasted about 2 weeks before he had to be home-schooled.
Brian had autism.
They had a son that was in 10th grade, a daughter in 7th, and another son in 1st grade. Just so happens I was the 1st grade "teacher's aide" that year at our school, so I was assigned to Brian's class.
When I was introduced to Brian, before I met Coach M, I could tell something was definitely different. Not wrong...just different. He was not very good in class, and at a small Christian school, there was no one there equipped to help Brian how he needed to be helped. He lasted about 2 weeks before he had to be home-schooled.
Brian had autism.
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