Shared thoughts and lessons on pursuing a well-lived life.
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Dear Malaya, We are hours away from welcoming you into the world. We really can’t wait to see you. Three things I am praying over your life. You will be strong. You will be a happy, energetic, playful, healthy boy. We are praying for you and your mom as she labors to give birth. She is strong and brave. She is in pain but she is joyful. Beautiful, really. Trust me, you will find it
A “letter” I wrote for my wife two years before we first met. July 13, 2008 People Will Tell of our Story. Because I have you in mind, I choose to settle for nothing less than the person that you are. And because I have you in mind, I choose to not be anything less than the person that you deserve. I choose to settle for nothing less than what God has in mind. I look
I imagine how hard it must be for my mom to have to take care of four boys in the family. There’s always dirty laundry scattered across the house. The beds are not made. Farting contests are not unusual. And the boys seem to still need “target training”, as evidenced by wet toilet seats. My two brothers, my dad, and I might as well be the worst nightmare for a woman who pays particular attention to cleanliness.
In the long run, we shape our lives, and we shape ourselves. The process never ends until we die. And the choices we make are ultimately our own responsibility. (Eleanor Roosevelt) I honestly feel like we’ve only celebrated New Year’s Eve yesterday, but February’s already just a week away. I don’t know about you but when days go by this quickly, it’s sometimes hard to say how much of a difference a year makes in
Then Isaiah said to Hezekiah, “Hear the word of the LORD: Behold, the days are coming, when all that is in your house, and that which your fathers have stored up till this day, shall be carried to Babylon. Nothing shall be left, says the LORD. And some of your own sons, who shall be born to you, shall be taken away, and they shall be eunuchs in the palace of the king of Babylon.”
I have been thinking about elevators lately, and have found it amusing how we have grown so accustomed to them. They’ve become a natural part of everyday life that we almost never experience anymore the wonder of entering a ‘box’ on one floor and exiting to a totally different floor. We just trust that when the elevator doors close, they’ll soon open to a different world; and we trust without ‘seeing’ the lift take place