Friday, December 9, 2016

Despite my daily failings

The fateful day Adam and Eve took bites of the fruit from the tree of knowledge of good and evil meant that I,  and anyone else given faith in God and Jesus Christ,  would have to choose every day after to do intentional good.  Which doesn't blend with my basic urges or natural inclinations.

My natural urges would put me on a throne,  thriving even at the cost of others,  yet worshipped.  Of course the throne would be imagined,  the worshipping too.  I'd be Don Quixote.  I'd be the evil Queen.  I'd be a sad story.  So I'm thankful that I didn't write my book.  I'm thankful there is a standard out there that is better than mine and the creator has broad vision.

Thursday, December 1, 2016

My family

Marley and Solo were battling over who got the toothpaste and Solo says, "Whoever is the smartest gets the toothpaste... Wait! Whoever's the cutest I mean."

I'm not sure if it was a moment of humility or vanity.

Tonight after we left work at the YMCA we picked up a few cheeseburgers and a large fries at Old McDonald's. Then we sat at our dining room table and they talked about how it was the best meal ever and they couldn't wait for tomorrow because we could remove a link from our advent paper chain.  About how Jessica,  my coworker, has an advent calendar with little chocolates you eat each day and maybe next year we could do that too.

So much joy. I looked at them and wondered if next year they'd still be capable of the same childish delight.  God please, I hope so.

Thanks to the planning of my dad our morning was spent talking about charitable giving and how it really helps everyone.  It became a math lesson,  chemistry lesson,  sociology lesson,  and a Bible lesson. It was a great day. 

Tuesday, November 8, 2016


Daily we convince ourselves that our plan is good.
We know enough.
The price we pay for this finely honed skill is large, possibly infinite and impossible to determine with the human mind, see with the human eye.
Yet, the price is paid.
Our mortality is reconciled.
We can be with the creator; we are now humbled beautifully so that our worship is worthy of Him.
Mistakes, made unknowingly.
Roles reversed, leaving needs unfufilled, the world even less lovely and seeming less worth preserving.
Though heaven shines.
Full of the fulfillment of the promises we hope for.
The hope not of uncertainty and longing but of assurance and sustaining.
There is where I go, though I know not where. The path I will wander, I do not know, I cannot see.
But I reside within a body, my soul alongside the Spirit.
I know the hope.
I can rest.

Monday, November 7, 2016

Facebook updates

Solo scored the final shot of the game at the buzzer and then chicken danced all the way back down the court. He pleases me greatly.


Walking through Kroger to get chips for later and Sage yells, "Look! It's pickle chips God!"

Repurposing Halloween costume components so I can keep my poor Wuwu close to my heart. Don't let her skeptical/long-suffering eyebrows fool you. She loves it.

Just got asked by a teachers' union rep if there was an adult home. Told him no.
Should have measured twice before making my forgery. #artafterdarkcincy


Saturday, October 29, 2016

He is

Being drawn to the Father is the feeling of quiet joy when a fervent but certain hope comes to fruition. Like the crocus pushing through wet crumbling snow.

Monday, October 3, 2016

After this apparent blessing Hezekiah makes a major error through his pride and his punishment is that Judah and his future heirs will be captured by Babylon.

"In those days Hezekiah became ill and was at the point of death. The prophet Isaiah son of Amoz went to him and said, “This is what the Lord says: Put your house in order, because you are going to die; you will not recover.”  Hezekiah turned his face to the wall and prayed to the Lord , “Remember, Lord , how I have walked before you faithfully and with wholehearted devotion and have done what is good in your eyes.” And Hezekiah wept bitterly.  Before Isaiah had left the middle court, the word of the Lord came to him: “Go back and tell Hezekiah, the ruler of my people, ‘This is what the Lord , the God of your father David, says: I have heard your prayer and seen your tears; I will heal you. On the third day from now you will go up to the temple of the Lord . I will add fifteen years to your life. And I will deliver you and this city from the hand of the king of Assyria. I will defend this city for my sake and for the sake of my servant David.’ ”  Then Isaiah said, “Prepare a poultice of figs.” They did so and applied it to the boil, and he recovered."
2 Kings 20:1‭-‬7 NIV

"The righteous perish, and no one takes it to heart; the devout are taken away, and no one understands that the righteous are taken away to be spared from evil."
Isaiah 57:1 NIV

These verses together paint such a telling picture about God. It shows us a glimpse of the complete understanding He has about the future and the past and how easy it is for humans with their pinhole lens of the world to misunderstand and judge inaccurately and misconstrue mercy for cruelty or apathy.

Monday, September 26, 2016

Sage rage

After very noisily drinking the last drops of her juicebox, Sage says, "My juicebox not working anymore."

Solo was very kindly trying to integrate Sage's disruptive behavior into his game and allows her to give him a checkup during one of his intricate robot vs. Pokemon vs. other unrelated franchises battles.
I say, "Well Sage? Is he dead?"
She replies, "No... Not yet."

Friday, September 23, 2016

"Daddy! I'm camouflaged!" -Sage Marie