As a kid, I loved magic tricks. Who am I kidding? I still love a good magic trick. I’m the kind of guy who wants to make sure to catch the magic show anytime we visit a theme park. I know that this confession of enjoying magic tricks doesn’t necessarily make me “cool” — but I feel that I’m long past cool status at this point in my life.
My son is starting to hide his sin. Judah is typically a really good kid, but we’ve hit some challenges here in the 4th year of his little life. I’m pretty sure it’s normal “testing the boundaries” stuff, but even still, it’s heartbreaking to see little sin patterns pop up in your kids. Judah is typically a really good kid, but we’ve hit some challenges here in the 4th year of his little life. I’m pretty sure it’s normal “testing the boundaries” stuff, but even still, it’s heartbreaking to see little sin patterns pop up in your kids. I just never expected his sin to be so messy. Like, poop messy.
Red Bull confuses me. This energy drink claims to give me wings and I think I get it. When I feel the downward gravitational pull of my draining energy — drinking a Red Bull should lift me up again on the wings of caffeine and other energy creating elements.
What are you dwelling on? When times get tough, when relationships begin to build tension, when the path gets foggy and dark — what thoughts are filling your head in those moments?
Aren’t we all a bit like Taylor Swift? She has become the “revenge song” queen — and she truly is a master at it. Genius really. When we feel “wronged” we all tend to dwell on it right? When someone is working against me or wronging me — it’s hard to think about anything else, even if I wanted to! All my brain power is consumed with the drama of conflict making it hard to function.
How “blessed” do you feel when you are being persecuted, wrongly accused, or negatively targeted? I’m pretty sure that none of us feel blessed when others come against us. In fact, I would even argue that most of us fear it. I know that I do. Throughout my journey as a believer so far, being wrongly accused or persecuted has honestly been one of my biggest fears.
Sometimes Judah, my 4 year old son, will correct me. It’s both funny and annoying. We’re in the process of teaching him that sometimes a thing has two or more names. For example, I’ll say something like, “no Judah, daddy can’t breathe under water like a fish because Daddy is a person!” At this point Judah gives me a stern look, unsure if I’m serious or being silly, and precedes to tell me, “No, Daddy! You aren’t a person, you are a HUMAN!”
We all have a longing. The desire to be successful. The desire to be married. The desire to sing on a stage. The desire to have kids. The desire to have more freedom in our work. The desire to make more money. It would take a long time to list all the things that we long after.
I honestly don’t know how people lived without GPS. I would be a lost mess without it. I’ve been traveling for a living for 8 years now and it’s with astonishment that I think back to that first summer of life on the road. A bunch of my friends and I jumped into a white, old 15 passenger van we affectionately named Lazarus because of it’s death and resurrection during our very first trip.
What if there is more to the Bible than you dared imagine? Could it be that this Word truly could play a part in making our lives richer than we dared dream? Let’s say that we believe it enough to crack open our Bibles to any random pages desperately searching for the treasures promised there — only to be so bored within 5 minutes flat that we’re tempted to never open our Bible again.