I'm borderline hypoglycemic (I think). I must have protein for breakfast or I get a wonderful migraine the rest of the day. Most of the time, "protein" consists of 2 eggs with shredded meat (ham, chicken, turkey, beef) scrambled in it, and a thick slice of melted cheddar on top.
I've also discovered that eating 1½ cups of oatmeal every day for breakfast (no sugar... I replace it with ½ cup of raisins) provides enough fiber that I'm not hungry right away.
On that note, let me turn to the little people in my life. Most days, I think it's really neat that I can see both my wife and myself being "lived" in our children's actions.
For example, as my wife vacuums, the 3 varmints follow her around the house fighting over who gets to use the push-sweeper. When she cooks dinner, bakes of cookies, does dishes, etc. they're right there -- wanting to see and do all that Mommy's doing.
Little Bear & Tank have watched their Daddy and Papa work on the playground for 2 weeks. They've walked around picking up every screw they could find on the ground. So Thursday they filled their toy wheelbarrow with every plastic tool they could find, wheeled everything over to where we're working, and laid it all out on a work bench. (I was without that workbench, but they were helping.)
So, you may ask, how on earth do eggs, oatmeal, and a wheelbarrow-full of toy plastic tools relate? What moron blogs breakfast and Little People in adjoining paragraphs? Well, hang on and let me finish:
Little Bear loves eggs. He would like nothing better than to have eggs for breakfast every day. Oatmeal, however, is a totally different story. He really, Really, REALly, REALLY does NOT like oatmeal--not with or without raisins--not with or without brown sugar, or honey, or syrup, or anything else under the sun. Little Bear just does NOT like oatmeal.
Here's where it gets interesting. A few days ago, Little Bear told Mommy he's "Going to be just like Daddy." He wants eggs and oatmeal for breakfast every day. He has to have his sunglasses (sometimes a hat too) on while he's outside (even to swing on his swing). He also wants to pack a toolbox from which to eat his lunch -- every day.
That's why I think it's really neat that I can see both my wife and myself in my children. To be "like Daddy," he's willing to ignore many personal likes & dislikes. No matter what other people think of me, I'm "cool" to Little Bear.
At the same time, it's also VERY scary to think I can see both my wife and myself in the lives of our children. Why? Well, of course I have the window seat on all of my shortcomings -- the various mistakes I've made in life (some more than once), and my personality flaws -- and on that note, I want to cringe.
This observation leads me to believe that parents (and other leaders) need to be willing to forgo any personal likes & dislikes to be sure they're modeling the best possible behavior -- at all times -- for the little ones around them. I can't understand those who don't think being a parent (or grandparent, aunt, uncle, etc.) is a big responsibility. So many just can't see that their stupidity now could cause (or at least contribute to) their child spending years in the, "Big House."
So, yes it's neat, but it's also sobering.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Kids' Playground
A few months ago, we had a small problem with Little Bear. He kept getting up earlier and earlier. It got to the point we were sending him back to bed... every morning... at 5 am! I can tell you that got really old very quickly. Thankfully, he's known his numbers for over a year.
We found an old alarm clock, put it in his room, set it, and told him he cannot get out of bed until the first number is a "7." He did get up a few times at 6:07 and 5:57, but it didn't take long for him to get the hang of which end is the one he's supposed to read. It also didn't take very long for him to be up and at 'em every morning at 7 am.
If I'm working, 7am is no big deal. I'm out of bed, dressed, and eating my breakfast, or packing my lunch, or heading out the door. I can pour a quick bowl of Cheerios and he's happy (if they're dry). If I'm not working, a team of wild horses would have to run across the bed to wake me. So Hunny Bunny has to get out of bed, get the Little Bear his snack, and send him off to the playroom. However, she doesn't like to get out of bed in the morning; so she hit on this great idea: Little Bear's clock is now 20 to 30 minutes slow, and she doesn't have to get out of bed so early. (I'd really like to comment on this "great" idea, but since I don't want to defend myself or those comments if (or when) she reads my blog -- you may draw your own conclusions.)
Since last Thursday, Little Bear has come running to find me every morning. Every time he's found me, he tells me that I, "need to go finish his playground."
At 7:20 in the morning, I'm too sleepy to care, or too much in a hurry to get out the door and off to work, so I'm not at all interested in the current progress on his playground. Little Bear, on the other hand, can't think of anything else in the entire world more important. Just a few minutes of his excitement is contagious. Watching him jump up and down and ask 20 times in a row, "Can I play on it today?" is a great motivator. Hopefully, he'll be playing on it by the end of this week, or beginning of next. (Although, realistically, it still may not be finished when Papa & Mimi leave on the 25th.)
We found an old alarm clock, put it in his room, set it, and told him he cannot get out of bed until the first number is a "7." He did get up a few times at 6:07 and 5:57, but it didn't take long for him to get the hang of which end is the one he's supposed to read. It also didn't take very long for him to be up and at 'em every morning at 7 am.
If I'm working, 7am is no big deal. I'm out of bed, dressed, and eating my breakfast, or packing my lunch, or heading out the door. I can pour a quick bowl of Cheerios and he's happy (if they're dry). If I'm not working, a team of wild horses would have to run across the bed to wake me. So Hunny Bunny has to get out of bed, get the Little Bear his snack, and send him off to the playroom. However, she doesn't like to get out of bed in the morning; so she hit on this great idea: Little Bear's clock is now 20 to 30 minutes slow, and she doesn't have to get out of bed so early. (I'd really like to comment on this "great" idea, but since I don't want to defend myself or those comments if (or when) she reads my blog -- you may draw your own conclusions.)
Since last Thursday, Little Bear has come running to find me every morning. Every time he's found me, he tells me that I, "need to go finish his playground."
At 7:20 in the morning, I'm too sleepy to care, or too much in a hurry to get out the door and off to work, so I'm not at all interested in the current progress on his playground. Little Bear, on the other hand, can't think of anything else in the entire world more important. Just a few minutes of his excitement is contagious. Watching him jump up and down and ask 20 times in a row, "Can I play on it today?" is a great motivator. Hopefully, he'll be playing on it by the end of this week, or beginning of next. (Although, realistically, it still may not be finished when Papa & Mimi leave on the 25th.)
Friday, September 07, 2007
TGIT! (Thank God It's TODAY!!)
** Begin Rant **
I never understood the "TGIF!" saying. It's always seemed stupid to me.
If you think about it, what is the difference between Friday and Saturday? Hm, let me see,
* Friday: normal work day with a weekend you can "look forward to." As opposed to
* Saturday: An entire day of stress free "not work!" (Well, unless you're me. "Stress free" still applies, but I always mow the church's 4 acres of lawns every Saturday.) Still, Saturdays are much better!
If you aren't convinced yet - compare Friday to Sunday:
* Friday: work all day, come home tired, but with an evening and 2 days to look forward to.
* Sunday: sleep in, still get to Sunday School & church on time, see friends you don't get to see all week, go home (or out) for "Sunday dinner" before the evening service. See &/or talk to friends after church, have a leisurely, relaxing evening with family. No deadlines, no stress, no work.
Sundays are still WAY better than Fridays!
How about a day-by-day weekday comparison:
* Monday: Beginning of the work week, plenty of time to plan to meet every deadline.
* Tuesday: Still 4 days left to meet the deadlines. Can begin culling unimportant tasks for next week's "to do" list.
* Wednesday: ("Hump" day) Middle of the week, can pretty much figure out what's going to get done this week. Even if you have a bad day, you still have church to go to for a "spiritual recharge." (Unless, of course, your church's midweek service is Tuesday or Thursday. If your church doesn't have a mid-week service, why are you still there? Go somewhere you'll get "fed" spiritually a little more often.)
* Thursday: Time to put the final touches on everything. Squeeze in the last few things you think you can get done, and write off the rest.
* Friday: One entire day of "git 'er done." This is the day Murphy's law comes into play with a vengence.
Generally, my least favorite day in a corporate setting has always been Friday. (Except when I was selling jewelry.) It always seemed to me like every depressed person in the world wanted to blow their money on jewelry on Fridays. Hello! Depressed people! Don't buy jewelry! (or chocolate, or shoes, etc.) Save your money; next week you'll be happier your savings account is that much bigger!
TGIF seems like an escapist's nightmare. Why would I want to look back at an entire week of accomplishing little and only look forward to 2 days of hard partying so I could start over the next week?
Not me. I'd rather thank God for what He allowed me to accomplish. Live the life He's given you, don't wish for someone else's. (Just imagine if you were rich and famous. Then you'd have paparazzi, stalkers, and a lawyer on retainer.) =P
Enjoy today, no matter what day of the week it is. Who says we get a tomorrow? Why ignore the great things that are available today? [i.e. spouse, kid(s), pet(s), outdoors, hobbies, etc.]
** End of Rant **
Thankfully, today (Friday) I'm not working, so I've been enjoying free time since yesterday afternoon.
I never understood the "TGIF!" saying. It's always seemed stupid to me.
If you think about it, what is the difference between Friday and Saturday? Hm, let me see,
* Friday: normal work day with a weekend you can "look forward to." As opposed to
* Saturday: An entire day of stress free "not work!" (Well, unless you're me. "Stress free" still applies, but I always mow the church's 4 acres of lawns every Saturday.) Still, Saturdays are much better!
If you aren't convinced yet - compare Friday to Sunday:
* Friday: work all day, come home tired, but with an evening and 2 days to look forward to.
* Sunday: sleep in, still get to Sunday School & church on time, see friends you don't get to see all week, go home (or out) for "Sunday dinner" before the evening service. See &/or talk to friends after church, have a leisurely, relaxing evening with family. No deadlines, no stress, no work.
Sundays are still WAY better than Fridays!
How about a day-by-day weekday comparison:
* Monday: Beginning of the work week, plenty of time to plan to meet every deadline.
* Tuesday: Still 4 days left to meet the deadlines. Can begin culling unimportant tasks for next week's "to do" list.
* Wednesday: ("Hump" day) Middle of the week, can pretty much figure out what's going to get done this week. Even if you have a bad day, you still have church to go to for a "spiritual recharge." (Unless, of course, your church's midweek service is Tuesday or Thursday. If your church doesn't have a mid-week service, why are you still there? Go somewhere you'll get "fed" spiritually a little more often.)
* Thursday: Time to put the final touches on everything. Squeeze in the last few things you think you can get done, and write off the rest.
* Friday: One entire day of "git 'er done." This is the day Murphy's law comes into play with a vengence.
Generally, my least favorite day in a corporate setting has always been Friday. (Except when I was selling jewelry.) It always seemed to me like every depressed person in the world wanted to blow their money on jewelry on Fridays. Hello! Depressed people! Don't buy jewelry! (or chocolate, or shoes, etc.) Save your money; next week you'll be happier your savings account is that much bigger!
TGIF seems like an escapist's nightmare. Why would I want to look back at an entire week of accomplishing little and only look forward to 2 days of hard partying so I could start over the next week?
Not me. I'd rather thank God for what He allowed me to accomplish. Live the life He's given you, don't wish for someone else's. (Just imagine if you were rich and famous. Then you'd have paparazzi, stalkers, and a lawyer on retainer.) =P
Enjoy today, no matter what day of the week it is. Who says we get a tomorrow? Why ignore the great things that are available today? [i.e. spouse, kid(s), pet(s), outdoors, hobbies, etc.]
** End of Rant **
Thankfully, today (Friday) I'm not working, so I've been enjoying free time since yesterday afternoon.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Things That Changed My Life
During the course of the last few weeks I've had a lot of time to ruminate.
Rumination is not a normal part of my life or my vocabulary. Oh yes, I know the word, it's meaning, can give you several synonyms, and use it properly in a sentence, but that's not what I mean. Generally, my life doesn't involve ruminating. A normal thought process for me is to consider the aspects of something and how they affect me, put the completed thought in an unused corner of my mind, and immediately move on to the "next" something.
However, in the last few months I've been working (mostly by myself) on simple tasks that keep my hands busy, but not my mind. 3 weeks ago, the thought hit me, "I'm exactly where I am today because this is where God wanted me to be." That's when I began to ruminate.
I've considered many aspects of my life, the watershed events, the close calls, the "hunches" I've acted upon - all of them - there's no other rational explanation (except God) for me being right where I am. These are my "top 3" examples:
First, a most unlikely watershed. I spent approximately 3 minutes sitting on a cold, hard concrete bench, talking, and eating a (delicious) brownie outside Paden Hall a few weeks before Christmas break in 1991. That exact moment, I wasn't discussing or dwelling on my plans, goals, aspirations, and dreams; I surely wasn't planning on drastically changing my life to what it is today, either. I had MUCH different plans then. At the time, I didn't even know a milestone had passed. Those 3 short minutes changed the course of my entire life.
What happened in those few minutes? I'd just come to the realization that I was (for the first time) genuinely in love with a young lady. Oh yes, I'd had "crushes" on several little girls growing up, but they were based on how pretty or nice the girls were. This time, however, I could have listed reams of things I loved about this particular young lady; I thought she was everything and more any man on earth could have ever wanted. That being the first time the realization of love had fogged my intellect so completely with my emotions, I was a messed-up combination of afraid, embarrassed, unsure, shy, and about 10 other traits. It ended because I couldn't quite work up the nerve to say those fateful 3 words, but she said she, "Knew exactly what I was trying to say." Obviously, she did not; she thought I was dumping her and no matter how hard I tried, never spoke to me again. I cried myself to sleep for months, and for many years afterward I prayed (daily) that she would find the man God wanted for her. (I'm not sure, but was told she eventually married a preacher.)
The "second-most life-changing moment" (a very close 2nd, too) was caused a few years after the previous one by me; I listened to a few other guys in my Greek that were unwilling to forfeit a flag football game. The events that followed led to a series of snafus that are almost unbelievable. (Also in that list of mistakes, was losing the chance to get to know the "2nd girl I ever loved" a little better.) I was still in mourning for the first girl, but had recently come to the realization of the quality in this second lady, and my desire to know her better. Funny I can remember that exact moment -- all the problems I caused myself, her, and others, yet somehow... I've forgotten the name of my Greek. Guess I should dig out a yearbook.
Both these events led to years of regret, heartache, and countless hours of prayer - Me asking God to change things back to how they were -- impossible for me -- undesirable to God's purposes. While painful to live through, both events were necessary to get me to south Florida, stay here, and marry my wife.
The third was the "closest" close call -- a lightning strike. I used to be one of those fools that didn't know when to go inside -- not anymore. It was the summer of 1996, I never heard the lightning hit, and don't know exactly where it did hit. Was it the 4" of water in which I was standing? somewhere on the length of the hundreds of feet the fence on which I was working? or the 300' tall radio tower (most likely) that was only 100~150' away and standing in the same huge lake-of-a-puddle that I was? (I did say "fool" remember?)
I do know that I was swinging my hammer when I heard the air crackle -- that was all I heard: a crackling like a huge candy wrapper in the sky. I awakened lying flat on my back -- my feet were 6 feet behind the spot I last remembered standing, my 23 ounce framing hammer had fallen straight down (in mid-swing) from where it had been when I was swinging it, and I was totally paralyzed for 2 or 3 seconds -- a few seconds that felt like an eternity.
Needless to say, lightning of any kind still gives me the willies today.
I could type other things like this as well, but suffice it to say, if any one thing in my life, of hundreds, perhaps thousands, had been even slightly different, I would be somewhere else in the world, or dead. Worse, I'd never have met my lovely wife, certainly never married her, and my three wonderful blessings from God (our children) would never have existed.
In my hours of indwelling ruminations, I've come to realize that I have no "hard feelings" for either of those first two girls, but the "love" (that was so real to me then) has faded and completely changed into something entirely different. While I'd still enjoy "hanging out" with them, or talking to them and their husbands, if thoughts of either come to mind, I view them as sisters. The love for my wife however, has exceeded even the "lofty heights" I thought I'd attained when I knew them.
Sometimes, I still wonder what God was teaching the others who lived through these events with me. Was it as necessary for them as it was for me? Or did my hard-headed stubborn nature put them through situations and problems they didn't need to experience? (I hope not; sorry if you were one.) I also know there is a slight possibility that one day one (or maybe even both) of these ladies may read this post; I hope they would accept my sincerest apologies for my cowardice, and know that I'm truly sorry for all of the heartbreak I probably caused them.
Anyway, I guess I'll have to wait until I get to heaven to ask God why my plans weren't quite as "great" as I thought they were at the time.
Rumination is not a normal part of my life or my vocabulary. Oh yes, I know the word, it's meaning, can give you several synonyms, and use it properly in a sentence, but that's not what I mean. Generally, my life doesn't involve ruminating. A normal thought process for me is to consider the aspects of something and how they affect me, put the completed thought in an unused corner of my mind, and immediately move on to the "next" something.
However, in the last few months I've been working (mostly by myself) on simple tasks that keep my hands busy, but not my mind. 3 weeks ago, the thought hit me, "I'm exactly where I am today because this is where God wanted me to be." That's when I began to ruminate.
I've considered many aspects of my life, the watershed events, the close calls, the "hunches" I've acted upon - all of them - there's no other rational explanation (except God) for me being right where I am. These are my "top 3" examples:
First, a most unlikely watershed. I spent approximately 3 minutes sitting on a cold, hard concrete bench, talking, and eating a (delicious) brownie outside Paden Hall a few weeks before Christmas break in 1991. That exact moment, I wasn't discussing or dwelling on my plans, goals, aspirations, and dreams; I surely wasn't planning on drastically changing my life to what it is today, either. I had MUCH different plans then. At the time, I didn't even know a milestone had passed. Those 3 short minutes changed the course of my entire life.
What happened in those few minutes? I'd just come to the realization that I was (for the first time) genuinely in love with a young lady. Oh yes, I'd had "crushes" on several little girls growing up, but they were based on how pretty or nice the girls were. This time, however, I could have listed reams of things I loved about this particular young lady; I thought she was everything and more any man on earth could have ever wanted. That being the first time the realization of love had fogged my intellect so completely with my emotions, I was a messed-up combination of afraid, embarrassed, unsure, shy, and about 10 other traits. It ended because I couldn't quite work up the nerve to say those fateful 3 words, but she said she, "Knew exactly what I was trying to say." Obviously, she did not; she thought I was dumping her and no matter how hard I tried, never spoke to me again. I cried myself to sleep for months, and for many years afterward I prayed (daily) that she would find the man God wanted for her. (I'm not sure, but was told she eventually married a preacher.)
The "second-most life-changing moment" (a very close 2nd, too) was caused a few years after the previous one by me; I listened to a few other guys in my Greek that were unwilling to forfeit a flag football game. The events that followed led to a series of snafus that are almost unbelievable. (Also in that list of mistakes, was losing the chance to get to know the "2nd girl I ever loved" a little better.) I was still in mourning for the first girl, but had recently come to the realization of the quality in this second lady, and my desire to know her better. Funny I can remember that exact moment -- all the problems I caused myself, her, and others, yet somehow... I've forgotten the name of my Greek. Guess I should dig out a yearbook.
Both these events led to years of regret, heartache, and countless hours of prayer - Me asking God to change things back to how they were -- impossible for me -- undesirable to God's purposes. While painful to live through, both events were necessary to get me to south Florida, stay here, and marry my wife.
The third was the "closest" close call -- a lightning strike. I used to be one of those fools that didn't know when to go inside -- not anymore. It was the summer of 1996, I never heard the lightning hit, and don't know exactly where it did hit. Was it the 4" of water in which I was standing? somewhere on the length of the hundreds of feet the fence on which I was working? or the 300' tall radio tower (most likely) that was only 100~150' away and standing in the same huge lake-of-a-puddle that I was? (I did say "fool" remember?)
I do know that I was swinging my hammer when I heard the air crackle -- that was all I heard: a crackling like a huge candy wrapper in the sky. I awakened lying flat on my back -- my feet were 6 feet behind the spot I last remembered standing, my 23 ounce framing hammer had fallen straight down (in mid-swing) from where it had been when I was swinging it, and I was totally paralyzed for 2 or 3 seconds -- a few seconds that felt like an eternity.
Needless to say, lightning of any kind still gives me the willies today.
I could type other things like this as well, but suffice it to say, if any one thing in my life, of hundreds, perhaps thousands, had been even slightly different, I would be somewhere else in the world, or dead. Worse, I'd never have met my lovely wife, certainly never married her, and my three wonderful blessings from God (our children) would never have existed.
In my hours of indwelling ruminations, I've come to realize that I have no "hard feelings" for either of those first two girls, but the "love" (that was so real to me then) has faded and completely changed into something entirely different. While I'd still enjoy "hanging out" with them, or talking to them and their husbands, if thoughts of either come to mind, I view them as sisters. The love for my wife however, has exceeded even the "lofty heights" I thought I'd attained when I knew them.
Sometimes, I still wonder what God was teaching the others who lived through these events with me. Was it as necessary for them as it was for me? Or did my hard-headed stubborn nature put them through situations and problems they didn't need to experience? (I hope not; sorry if you were one.) I also know there is a slight possibility that one day one (or maybe even both) of these ladies may read this post; I hope they would accept my sincerest apologies for my cowardice, and know that I'm truly sorry for all of the heartbreak I probably caused them.
Anyway, I guess I'll have to wait until I get to heaven to ask God why my plans weren't quite as "great" as I thought they were at the time.
Monday, September 03, 2007
Shot at... and missed
Hm.
You know your blog posting frequency can be labeled "slim pickins" when it takes 30 minutes to figure out how to log into it. Hence, the title; I gave being "a bona-fide blogger" a shot... and missed. Going to "try, try again."
So, what's new? Just about everything.
* My "small" children are growing bigger. Tank has been heavier than Little Bear for several months. (They wear the same size clothes.) Sugee Boogee isn't far behind her 2 brothers. All are much more fun to play with.
We enjoy tickle-fests several nights per week after I get home from working. Three children is a great number. One gets a right-handed tickling, another a left-handed tickling, and the 3rd... I pity the third... gets a nose tickling. What it is about a nose tickling that makes it so much more potent?
Anyway, they all get tickled &/or dog-piled a few minutes (5 to 15), until Mommy's tired of hearing them or Daddy's tired of dragging them back for more. (Or... until someone decides to "toot" on Daddy! that's an immediate end-of-fun) >=^() Afterward, they (usually) sit and watch me practice my trumpet.
* Work is demanding, as are clients. Even though I've run an "advertising free" business since it's inception, I have to turn down work at least once every week, sometimes every day.
I hate to turn down work, but there are only so many hours in a day... and few of those hours are available for work. (For some reason, people don't want to hear machinery whirring, clanging, and thumping noisily at 3 am. Go figure.)
* Church is different too. I used to teach Boys' Sunday School, Boys' & Girls' Junior church, Wednesday night Kids' Club, ride the van, sing the Sunday morning special music, all the grounds-work, and run the website. I still do most of that, but only help in Junior church, and preach every Sunday night. Don't know why it is, but preaching to adults is a lot harder for me than teaching kids. Hopefully, we'll be getting an assistant pastor soon. One that's training to take over as the new Senior pastor (and hopefully, the current Senior pastor will beat his cancer prediction of 2-14 months).
* Oh yeah... then there's FreeCycle.org. For those of you familiar with Craig's list, think... everything is free!! We've gotten a great entertainment center (has a roll-top over the TV and glass doors for storing lots of stuff), many books, boxes of videos, and even a very large PlayScape! FreeCycle is great!
So, that's a few of the things that are different since I last wrote. Now if I can just remember to blog regularly.
You know your blog posting frequency can be labeled "slim pickins" when it takes 30 minutes to figure out how to log into it. Hence, the title; I gave being "a bona-fide blogger" a shot... and missed. Going to "try, try again."
So, what's new? Just about everything.
* My "small" children are growing bigger. Tank has been heavier than Little Bear for several months. (They wear the same size clothes.) Sugee Boogee isn't far behind her 2 brothers. All are much more fun to play with.
We enjoy tickle-fests several nights per week after I get home from working. Three children is a great number. One gets a right-handed tickling, another a left-handed tickling, and the 3rd... I pity the third... gets a nose tickling. What it is about a nose tickling that makes it so much more potent?
Anyway, they all get tickled &/or dog-piled a few minutes (5 to 15), until Mommy's tired of hearing them or Daddy's tired of dragging them back for more. (Or... until someone decides to "toot" on Daddy! that's an immediate end-of-fun) >=^() Afterward, they (usually) sit and watch me practice my trumpet.
* Work is demanding, as are clients. Even though I've run an "advertising free" business since it's inception, I have to turn down work at least once every week, sometimes every day.
I hate to turn down work, but there are only so many hours in a day... and few of those hours are available for work. (For some reason, people don't want to hear machinery whirring, clanging, and thumping noisily at 3 am. Go figure.)
* Church is different too. I used to teach Boys' Sunday School, Boys' & Girls' Junior church, Wednesday night Kids' Club, ride the van, sing the Sunday morning special music, all the grounds-work, and run the website. I still do most of that, but only help in Junior church, and preach every Sunday night. Don't know why it is, but preaching to adults is a lot harder for me than teaching kids. Hopefully, we'll be getting an assistant pastor soon. One that's training to take over as the new Senior pastor (and hopefully, the current Senior pastor will beat his cancer prediction of 2-14 months).
* Oh yeah... then there's FreeCycle.org. For those of you familiar with Craig's list, think... everything is free!! We've gotten a great entertainment center (has a roll-top over the TV and glass doors for storing lots of stuff), many books, boxes of videos, and even a very large PlayScape! FreeCycle is great!
So, that's a few of the things that are different since I last wrote. Now if I can just remember to blog regularly.
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