Grief

Sometimes the news comes quick. Sometimes the news comes slow. No matter how or when it comes, grief travels in the wake of the news. Grief is heavy, weighty, a burden, especially when it involves someone deeply loved. Grief is not meant to be carried alone. It’s too heavy and may last a while—and that’s ok. That’s what family and friends are for, to share the load. Jesus stood outside the tomb of his friend and wept but He did not weep alone. It was a deep, human moment. “ Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted ” (Matt 5:4). If anyone knows how we feel in grief, it’s Him. But His grief did not linger long, as at the mention of his name, Lazarus came forth. We are not meant to dwell in grief, but should leave room enough for it. Let it run its course. Like the song says, “ Every Storm Runs Out Of Rain .” Another song says, “ The storm We will dance as it breaks The storm It will give as it takes And all of our pain is washed away Don't cry or be afraid Some things...

Giving Thanks

Not quite certain how it all got away from me, but it did. I’ve not written much lately for blogging or for personal journaling (besides recording daily events--boring), but that does not mean I’m not busy.

I am a husband, father and as of October--a grandfather, again and again. The last four years have been filled with the curly-headed laughter of one grandchild, now we have two more. Both born within two weeks of each other. Just the other day, I held our month-old grandson and asked him when he was going to start making fairies (it’s a Peter Pan thing, a family thing) and I kid you not when I say he actually gave a tiny giggle. Honestly, I am still trying to get used to the idea of more grandchildren (there are people everywhere around my house!) but am thankful for each and every one of my family members--especially the love of my life, my wife.

I am one person managing two Seminary offices is not easy; but I am thankful--ever so thankful--I have this ministry.

I am thankful for my Church, Calvary Chapel Blythewood. Our pastor is unlike any pastor I know and am so blessed to serve under his leadership. I think the most prominent lesson he teaches me (whether he knows it or not) is how to be genuine, real. Our church family reflects that same quality in ministry to one another. I can’t think I’ve seen much of that.

I am thankful that each week I get to play loud music with my kids and their significant others during worship practice.

I am thankful for health and fitness. Last month my heart doctor told me he did not want to see me for a year, and that just to check in. To date, I’ve lost 68 pounds. The first 30 from 2011 to May of 2013. The other 38, since May. CrossFit is the golden ticket!

No promises, but I am going to try to keep this blog going, even if it is a small post. I like doing it and am thankful for anyone who reads and thinks along with me.

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