The Apple Conspiracy

I’ve got a bone to pick with Apple.

I’m not an iPhone fanatic, and I have no desire to have an iPad. I really like my iPod, but the only reason I have an iPhone is because it was free from a friend, and I will never buy the newest model.

I’ve had a lingering suspicion for a while now, but yesterday took me to the end of my rope.

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A Good Week

Last week was really good. My younger sisters came to visit for a few days, so I didn’t blog at all. One went to orientation for her freshman year of college and the other hung out with me and the daycare kids during the day. We played lots of Mario Kart and went to the pool, and we just hung out the rest of the time.

One of my brothers called me on Friday. It was probably the best conversation we have ever had. We laughed, and I cried. We just talked about real life, and it was so good.

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Breaking

I was sitting on the exam table waiting for the doctor to come back in, when the tears began to fall. I spoke. Not just to myself, but out loud, so the one I hate – the one who hates me and wants to destroy me – could hear what I had to say.

“You will not steal my joy. You will not make me despair. You will not ruin my marriage. You will not destroy me. You will not make me lose hope. I will STILL proclaim the goodness of the Lord! You will not win because HE already has.”

“You will not win because He already has.”

“YOU WILL NOT WIN BECAUSE HE ALREADY HAS WON THE VICTORY!”

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Father’s Day: Life, Death, and a Choice

This is Amy’s husband, Jamin. She asked me to post on her blog since it’s Father’s Day, and I am a father. I’m not the “normal” father that looks forward to a new tie, beard trimmer, or a dress shirt. I’m also not the father that gets to look forward to misspelled cards saying, “Happy Father’s Day,” after they have been translated from “Apey Farthurz Daiy!” As you may already now, I only have one child – a son – Leeland. I could not be more proud to be His daddy. It baffles me that he was only born two years ago, but people from all over the world know his story and have interacted with Jesus because of his life…and he never even took a single breath while on this earth. Even though Continue reading “Father’s Day: Life, Death, and a Choice”

Happy Father’s Day, Love

Happy Father’s Day, Love.

You are an amazing dad, and honestly, you should have celebrated this day long before our son was born.

You were a father when we were doing youth ministry. You loved the kids we worked with. You taught them, laughed with them, cried with them. You introduced them to their Father in heaven, and spoke truth into their lives. You dealt with drama and welcomed kids with open arms when others would have run away because hormonal teens can be comparable to bears coming out of hibernation.

You modeled Continue reading “Happy Father’s Day, Love”

When Waiting Isn’t Waiting

Life can seem like a lot of waiting. I find myself in yet another season of waiting as I take these birth control pills in hopes of getting my body back on a regular cycle.

Sometimes I get impatient, but I am reminded that the Lord teaches me a lot in my waiting, and I’m reminded that He knows what He’s doing.

It’s comforting to know that God is bigger than I could ever imagine. Even though I am able to shrink Him down to what my brain can understand at times, He doesn’t ever actually shrink. He is forever and has been forever.

He is in, around, and outside of time, and, while our times of waiting can seem like an eternity to us, they don’t feel that way to Him. Our times of waiting never feel like waiting to God because He is the author of our stories. He knows that everything will happen in its time. Our times of waiting are more times of anticipation for Him because He knows what will come next; He knows the plans He has for us.

The key is getting my view to shift to be more like His. Rather than becoming impatient because of another season of waiting, I want to allow great anticipation to rise up at the thought of what is to come.

Help me do that, Jesus.