I really am blessed.
Saturday we had the campus ministry's end of the year banquet. It went well. Good food, good times, no major hiccups. It was fun to see everyone and even had a few alumni come by. But my favorite part was the introspection.
Mike Bryan spoke for our customary "go forth and conquer" speech from an alumnus. There have been several guys who have done it, and Mike was the first to speak twice. He did not disappoint. It was really inspiring, and he did a good job of telling our students (and me) to make sure to define success the right way. It was also nice to start sending off our graduates in style. It's always tough seeing students go.
My favorite part of the event every year is the slideshow. It's fun to get to use my editing software on the presentation. It's also great to see a year in review from what all God has allowed us to do. Looking back is always a lot of fun.
And now on to the next year full of new adventures
--Be Excellent To Each Other
4.17.2011
3.31.2011
Small Things
I often think about how it will be when we are rehashing stories about my brother with the boys. Avery was not quit 4 when he died, and obviously Taylor will never get to meet him. I wonder if Avery will remember anything, and how I'm sure they'll ask if I miss him and I'll smile and say sometimes, probably while fighting back a tear or two. But I really hoped there was a little retention of memories of Heath by Avery so when we told Taylor about his uncle that Avery could back them up; and give a child's perspective on how he was as an uncle.
Wednesday Avery wanted to go to Macdonald's before church. He enjoys it because he gets to play with two of his friends on the playground. I hate it because the food is one grade above dirt, but I sacrifice for the children. So I was feeling sub-par after my meal at Macdonald's Wednesday as we were loading into the car, and Avery said "I have holes in my pants like Uncle Heath had." I of course was intrigued, but skeptical, since my first born tends to exaggerate a great deal; and there was a picture of Heath in the back of the truck. He went on to explain that during the day at school he had torn his pants, and now both knees of his jeans were ripped. He said that he had pants like Uncle Heath's because he always had holes in his pants.
The funny thing is I always used to give Heath a hard time about his jeans that were bought pre-torn. I told him if you wore them right they would eventually have holes in them. For me to get reminded that "every little thing's gonna be alright" by my son remembering my brother through the holes in his jeans was a funny blessing for the day.
--Be Excellent To Each Other
Wednesday Avery wanted to go to Macdonald's before church. He enjoys it because he gets to play with two of his friends on the playground. I hate it because the food is one grade above dirt, but I sacrifice for the children. So I was feeling sub-par after my meal at Macdonald's Wednesday as we were loading into the car, and Avery said "I have holes in my pants like Uncle Heath had." I of course was intrigued, but skeptical, since my first born tends to exaggerate a great deal; and there was a picture of Heath in the back of the truck. He went on to explain that during the day at school he had torn his pants, and now both knees of his jeans were ripped. He said that he had pants like Uncle Heath's because he always had holes in his pants.
The funny thing is I always used to give Heath a hard time about his jeans that were bought pre-torn. I told him if you wore them right they would eventually have holes in them. For me to get reminded that "every little thing's gonna be alright" by my son remembering my brother through the holes in his jeans was a funny blessing for the day.
--Be Excellent To Each Other
3.25.2011
Patience is a Virtue?
First of all...mad props to Josh Murphy, my friend in Alaska. One of the options I have on the blog is to see how many people view the blog and from where. I knocked out the US mainland, and my map looked a lot cooler because of Alaska being colored on my map as well.
I always here how patience is a virtue...I contend it is punishment. Let me explain. I can remember praying for patience, thinking I wanted to be a well rounded individual; and why not pray for it. When I became I thought God was teaching me patience. We debt with misbehavior, disrespect, and life's other difficulties in try to rationalize with 5 year old. Nothing...and I mean nothing...could prepare me for this year patience lessons from God.
This year I assistant coached for Avery's basketball team and it was tough. Kids running around, not listening, and completely tearing the heart out of a team sport by making it a one pass and run the ball straight to the goal. Then I thought the big patience lesson would come from taking care of a new born, but nothing could have prepared me for what happened today. Today I watched one of my most favorite things in the world ripped to shreds...today I watched the 6 and under T-Ball team's second practice.
I missed the first because of my class, so today I got to my first and their second practice. Whew...it was rough. I have watched my son practice and look really good as a 5 year old baseball prodigy (I say prodigy because Jill and I have been planning on retiring off of Avery's Major League Baseball salary)but today he looked like a kid on a baseball diamond. On an average play there was kid KO-ing the tee, half the team run towards the glorified bunt that was hit off the tee, and of course at least 8 kids throwing dirt into the air only to hit me in the face as the wind pushed it straight towards me. I think I see how it must be watching the stock market with money invested. Saturday Avery was hitting 45 mph batting cage balls with me thinking my future funding was set, and today I now realize I will always be a working class joe because my son wants to play with the glove on the wrong hand so he can better grip the dirt to throw straight above his head.
I remember being so obedient, and listening to every command that was given me by my coaches. I am pretty sure my technique was already flawless by practice number two. Or at least that how I remember it. I never could have imagined it would be so much fun learning patience.
--Be Excellent To Each Other
I always here how patience is a virtue...I contend it is punishment. Let me explain. I can remember praying for patience, thinking I wanted to be a well rounded individual; and why not pray for it. When I became I thought God was teaching me patience. We debt with misbehavior, disrespect, and life's other difficulties in try to rationalize with 5 year old. Nothing...and I mean nothing...could prepare me for this year patience lessons from God.
This year I assistant coached for Avery's basketball team and it was tough. Kids running around, not listening, and completely tearing the heart out of a team sport by making it a one pass and run the ball straight to the goal. Then I thought the big patience lesson would come from taking care of a new born, but nothing could have prepared me for what happened today. Today I watched one of my most favorite things in the world ripped to shreds...today I watched the 6 and under T-Ball team's second practice.
I missed the first because of my class, so today I got to my first and their second practice. Whew...it was rough. I have watched my son practice and look really good as a 5 year old baseball prodigy (I say prodigy because Jill and I have been planning on retiring off of Avery's Major League Baseball salary)but today he looked like a kid on a baseball diamond. On an average play there was kid KO-ing the tee, half the team run towards the glorified bunt that was hit off the tee, and of course at least 8 kids throwing dirt into the air only to hit me in the face as the wind pushed it straight towards me. I think I see how it must be watching the stock market with money invested. Saturday Avery was hitting 45 mph batting cage balls with me thinking my future funding was set, and today I now realize I will always be a working class joe because my son wants to play with the glove on the wrong hand so he can better grip the dirt to throw straight above his head.
I remember being so obedient, and listening to every command that was given me by my coaches. I am pretty sure my technique was already flawless by practice number two. Or at least that how I remember it. I never could have imagined it would be so much fun learning patience.
--Be Excellent To Each Other
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