Being slow is ok

My son just had his first tee ball game. These are a group of 4-5 year old kids learning to play baseball. My son I think is the slowest kids on the team. His legs are moving hundred miles an hour, but his body is going no where. I’m not trying to hate but I’m just sad because I know he got his speed from me. My wife when we were dating she would come out to my softball games. The first game she watches, after the game her first question to me was, “why don’t you run faster?” I was hurt because I was running as fast as I can. All my life people have said, “Why don’t you run faster.” My son, I hope will grow out of it. If he doesn’t that ok, least I know, I will have someone to run with me, while everyone is ahead

Antique Road Show

Last night there was nothing on TV so I found myself watching the Antique Road show. Do you ever find yourself watching something that is so boring and you don’t realize it until a half hour later? Well, that was me last night. As I get older I find myself doing this more and more. QVC is another attention getter. You know you’re old when you watch QVC.
As I sat and watched the Antique Road Show, this lady came on showing off her idem she found at a yard sale which she bought for a dollar. The idem was a small vase that looked like something you would buy at the dollar tree. I wasn’t impressed. I like to try and guess what the idem is worth I thought the vase couldn’t be worth more than hundred dollars, which I thought high.
As the expert examined the vase he, saw the marking on the bottom which really gave the value to the vase. He estimated that the vase was worth 15 – 18 thousand dollar. When I heard the value, I yield across the house to tell Bethany that she would not believe that this vase, this lady bought for a dollar is worth 18 thousand dollars. I said we need to start going to yard sales!
There are many things that have value and one is you. You are not some throw away. You are have value and are important. God has a destiny for you. Maybe its time to start believe what God say’s we are worth, rather than believing the people that think they are experts. We have too many vases that believe they are worth a dollar, when they are worth thousands.

This morning my son who is 3, asked if we could sale our daughter who is 9 weeks old. We asked him why he would want to sale his sister and he said, “She cries too much and I can’t hear my cartoons!” So because cartoons are important we have decided to put her on the market. Just kidding of coarse!
I started to think how this is true for many of us. We get excite when someone starts their journey with Christ and when the trouble, and crying starts we just want to close our ears and not deal with it. Very few wants to deal with the winning and crying that life bring. But that is life.
We explained to our son that he cried just like his sister when he was a baby, maybe even worse. So as your sister grows her crying will be less and less.
You know every new journer needs someone to come along side, to help them grow and mature. I am committed to be that someone, will you be that someone as well?

NEVER AGAIN!!

Last night I did something that I will never do again for the rest of my life.
Cori, Jenny, Johnny and I took a little road trip to Sac. to vist a youth ministy service named Oxygen. The service was great I would do it again. The part that I won't do again is to invite Jenny.
The whole way back, 2:00 HOURS, she kept make this noice with her tongue and upper mouth. She would not stop! If hell had a tocher room this sound would be in the room. Never again, do you hear that Jenny, NEVER AGAIN!!!

Tuesday Morning

Tuesday's, that meanings there is youth tonight. I get excited when tuesday's roll around because it means that I have an opprotunity to spend time with student's. Busting out with some moves on the coart, students standing around dreaming of being like me, it a great thing or maybe that is the dream I had last night. anyways.
This last month has been awesome to see students rising in their potential. I get encourage every Tuesday night.
I think of a student I was talking to just a couple of day's ago, that believes that her school campus club can do more. She saw the potential and allowed God to give her a dream, now she is move forward in the vision. I will stand with her and do everything in my power, and recources to see her be seccessful.
Nothing excites me more than to see students move in there dream. I thank God that he has placed myself in there life to help them fulfill that purposing.