Thursday, November 19, 2009
Home Owner
Is there anything wrong with life goals? 25, homeowner... 30, Audi... but my goals are they skewed? If i practice my faith and turn to Him what do these matter. Why do the glories that come from telling someone, knowing that somebody knows or showing something fade so quickly. Remember when you got a new bike, those new jeans, that first car, a diploma. When was the last time you said check out my degree... but that day in May seemed so full of accomplishment. If only you could run from the FALL and every step, accomplishment would be to HIM. But how will I constantly glorify? Does He know this is a process? or expect it?
So Oak is growing into my best friend quickly, Amber is amazing but he is US. In parenting you only want the best of you to be passed on and the worst of you to never be witnessed by your child. Cannot control that, at the very least he knows all of you. He is the one person I cant hide from, he will know how i process things... Oak will be better than i was, stronger than i was, know more than i do, i know that; but i also need to know that i am responsible for that as well.
I am worried about the new J.Mayer album, trying but not finding that song... yikes
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
July
Have you ever watched a show and felt like you brain was melting? Thank you Gossip Girl.
Each day i need to do something to feel satisfied, a day off of laziness is actually a major curse. Like a caffiene headache, i think you can get a lack of working headache, is that possible?
Fourth was solid, i felt rather American among all those people gathered for the same reason, people gathering for hours and hours for 15 minutes of entertainment. Watched the Patriot last night...
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
i never got a chance to share this story. You know when you have moments and you always think you would show up differently.
A couple of years ago Amber and I went to Bill's house. He had recently bought a new Cadillac. I was pumped for him. I asked him if he would show me. With a huge smile he gladly walked me down a set of stairs to his garage. It was an awesome fall night. The garage door was open and it was just the two of us. One single light bulb overhead. I looked around and told him how awesome I thought the car was and that i was super excited for him. With such grace he shrugged it off and pressed me for specifics of my life, my career, and my only a year old marriage. All he could talk about was me, my life. It was his car i wanted to see. It was my life he wanted to know about. He had such genuine thoughts and questions, he asked them as if life depended on it. His house was full of people. He hugged me tight and told me he was proud of me... Every time i was with Bill i felt like a million bucks, i only hope to have that affect on those around me.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Loving
Phillip LaRue, thanks iTunes
I actually think Sage will do fine this fall
Who flies to St. Louis?? We do
At one point in parenthood do you look to you kids as the hope for your future? Is their future much more important than mine? Their plans supercede mine? interesting thought... you know the whole living through your kids thing. I was thinking about that when i was playing slowpitch, baseball is so much cooler, Oak will play baseball. I may currently be more exited for teeball than my softball games, odd changes. A year ago these words never existed.
Sorry about the change, you shouldn't have to help move things, or hear those words. Ish.
You know who you are...
Also Lovin...
Everything She represents, her devotion, drive, intensity and motivation to do everything for him, to see him through and ensure his growth, safety and love for the Lord. My words are never going to be enough. Know that...
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
That Song
Softball starts on Friday night, very excited
Have you all heard 'finally home' by MercyMe---Fantastic
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