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My Daily Work

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This is a recent picture from a non profit that my business partners with, I love what we at Blusource do.  I am grateful to be in a business that is providing resources to those on the front lines.  Through our simple backpacks (which required thousands of man hours in design) a child is given dignity, self worth, and potentially hope to learn.  But thankfully it doesn't stop there, for many of our partners, they continue to love and serve the least of these.  Sharing Christ's love and message in all they do - That He is the Hope of the world.

This Will be Written in 10 Minutes (more or less)

Bad at updating.  Lots has happened.  This is the first quarter of the year through pictures.
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In Jan we had a pretty day, we went to the zoo.  Graham is off playing during this pic
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I love this sweet little girl.  She sits up, rolls around and is all over town.
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This is Graham before bed, he asked me to take a pic of him
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Took Graham to his first movie - he lasted about an hour and most of that time was spent hearing me try to talk him into staying.  I think it was just too loud for mr. sensitive.
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Alseep in the car in his coat.
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The Packers won the Superbowl.  That was fun.
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We went to Hawaii.
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We stayed here, right next to the blue dot.
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I like this church there.
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My dad turned 70!!!
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I like these of Adriane & Graham - BIEBER FEVER!
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Graham started school one day a week.  The teacher says he is the best student she has had in years (no joke & no surprise.)
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My favorites.
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Graham loves Star Wars - this is him in Jedi world.
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My birthday came and went and all we have to show for it is the cake that was dropped and salvaged.  It was still yummy though.
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I helped my mom go from way way old to way way new.  Still helping...on going...always...forever & forever.
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Picnic time in the Kitchen, random and I love his creativity.
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I put Abi to bed last night.  I like her.

All Promises All Commands

"Indeed, Jesus himself has not merely called us to go to all nations; he has created us and commanded us to go to all nations. We have taken this command, though, and reduced it to a calling—something that only a few people receive."

"In the process we have unnecessarily (and unbiblically) drawn a line of distinction, assigning the obligations of Christianity to a few while keeping the privileges of Christianity for us all. In this way we choose to send off other people to carry out the global purpose of Christianity while the rest of us sit back because we’re “just not called to that.”

Are we picking and choosing the promises/commands of God?  Do we all run to 'come to me all who are weary' while at the same time assigning 'go into all nations' to a select and holy few?  This is challenging me.

Posted via email from Radically Dependent

Letters of Truth

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10 years ago this month a plane carrying 10 people connected with the OSU basketball team crashed.  I remember it happening but I was living overseas and didn't really experience it as many people in OK did.  Adriane was attending OSU at the time but she also had just moved overseas for a semester and was not around to witness the grief and pain of it all.  During this month there have been many stories and events commemorating that tragic event, my bro-in-law Justin told me to read the espn story on one of the players that lost his life, his name was Nate Fleming.  If you have 10 minute and a box of tissues handy, I highly recommend you read his story, very inspiring to me as a parent.  One piece of the story is letters Nate's father wrote to him periodically through out his short life.  The first one I read stuck with me - probably written to Nate when he was 13.
Nov. 23, 1993 My Nate, Sometimes it's difficult for a dad to say the things he wants to say to his son who is so precious. There are always distractions that get in the way, and so part of the message is lost. I'm writing this down so I know you'll hear it. You may and you do look a lot like me, but you were made in God's image. As a child, you were perfect in every way. Truthful, sweet, optimistic, loving and ever-trusting. As a young man, He gives you the path that you choose. Humans can't give that choice. Not even daddy's. You may choose the wrong path. A lot of us do. Making the wrong choice is not forever. It seems like it is. If you choose to be jealous, hateful or discontented, then you must suffer the pain that comes with that choice. Your life will be miserable, filled with anxiety about who you really are. You will be sad trying to be as good or as smart or as rich as someone else. You might even choose to be a middle-of the-roader, someone who on the surface looks and acts confident. He might say the right things because he knows he should. All the while, he really doesn't feel good about himself and who he really is. The real truth is that there is no gray area to live your life. It's either black or white. Truth or lie. Honest or dishonest. The one who really gets fooled is you. I hope you'll choose the right path. You have so many gifts, My Nate. Be happy with who you are. Remember, the game is won not on game-day, but in the work and preparation that leads up to game-day. Nothing can ever take away my love for you. My love and hopes for you are without end. All my love,
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As I read it, I yearned that Graham would grow up knowing this truth.  I want Graham to hear God's voice above all others, for him to enthusiastically obey it because God loves Graham so much and has only good for him, whether it seems like it or not at the time.  I want him to be so secure in himself in Christ to where comparison seems so belittling to enter into.  To where anger and bitterness show their ugly heads soon and often so that he can repent and move on into the joy of forgiveness and peace.  I want Graham to not only know the truth but feel it, experience it, live it out to the fullest.  Enjoy God, enjoy who God has made him to be.  To not work to unsuccesfully fit the mold of what others, including me at times, would want him to be but instead be looking always to His Father for his self worth, purpose and identity.  Yes, I want this all for my son. And as I thought on this my thoughts shifted to myself and the desire to have these things so much more in me as well.  Not just because I have a son looking to me for the way of life but because I am looking to a Father who is calling me in this way of life.  One who gives me purpose, identity, self worth, joy and His love.  Who gives me His strength and His Spirit, who has made me unique and given me gifts to strengthen the body, the Church, and to help accomplish His global purpose for all to know Him in this way. God is stirring much in me, has been for awhile.  The stirring seems to be laying strong foundations in my heart and faith.  A foundation that will call out for something to be built upon it - it's looking like action.  It feels like purpose and truth in connecting with God's heart for this poor world. I think I am going to start writing letters to my kids.

7 Months

I am amazed how fast 7 months of our lives moves. Was it always this fast? When I was in school, 7 months felt like a lifetime or two but not now. I wake up one day and my little girl is rolling over, the next day she is eating real food, rolling and army crawling all over the place. I mean it, time is going to fast, and the more it moves the more this little girl is stealing my heart away.
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And of course don't even get me started on how fast 3 years have gone for this other one...