Why does it seem like finding God’s will is so difficult for me at times?
It reminds me of the scene from Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. It’s Indy against the Nazis as both are seeking the Holy Grail, the legendary cup that is believed to grant eternal life. They end up in a cavern where the cup is guarded by an old knight. Donovan, the bad dude, has a gun on Indy and wants to drink from the grail first. The problem is that there is a table full of cups…and only one is the Holy Grail.
961. That is the number of “friends” I have on Facebook. To be honest, I am not even sure how I collected that many. I wonder if Mark Zuckerberg is going to post some sort of feel-good emoji on my home page once I reach 1,000?
Probably not. But perhaps I will go out and treat myself to some chocolate-infused latte of accomplishment.
Change is a funny thing sometimes.
Take losing weight, for example. As I eased into my late forties and now early fifties, I began to notice that my metabolism seemed to be coming to a screeching halt.
I have noticed something about myself as a guy that I think other guys can resonate with as well. And I find it troubling.
It’s the misconception that the battles I face and the brokenness I experience are unique to me. I think of it this way. As I view my own life and the emotional and spiritual discouragements that I encounter, I am looking for solutions. Meaning, I want my problems fixed. I want to cease doing whatever is tripping me up; I also want to change and add new habits that are going to propel me forward into certain victory.
College days. Some good times in life and a good time for my life.
I look back at what I thought I knew about life then and it makes me cringe. I envisioned I had a good perspective, but the decades now behind me remind that I was not as mature about life as I thought.
Just a little over a week ago our youth and worship guy at church got married to his bride. And our pastor did a stellar job of reminding those there about the why of their marriage.
That it was a picture…a picture of Jesus pursuing His church.
That it was a gospel reality in physical display.
Everyone seems to have the “great restaurant story” that has happened to them – for good or for bad. Mine occurred just a couple of weeks ago.
I had the privilege of spending some time with my mom recently as I had gone out for a memorial for my grandparents on my mom’s side. We had a blast during the week and did a lot of fun things as mom and son, including some projects around the house.
As of the time I published this post, it was over one month. One month that I have had no running water in my house. We live in a rural area and there is no such thing as “city water.” Water comes to houses by having a well drilled on your property. That was a new experience for me growing up in California suburbia.
Have you heard about the new app that is just killing it? It’s called Sarahah and it has quickly risen to the new #1 app in the Apple App Store.
It’s marketing push is simple: “Get honest feedback from your coworkers and friends.”
I enjoy the outdoors and how it rejuvenates me. And one of the newer hobbies I have taken up is riding a fat tire bike. I have mountain biked for some decades now, but having a mountain bike with 4-inch wide tires is a whole new adventure. I ride with a group of guys and we bomb around out in the woods…trail or no trail.
I can roll over tree limbs and rocks, motor through mud patches or snow, and can climb about anything. And part of the fun is that I ride with guys who really know the sport and have an expertise about them. And being in my fifties now, I set a low bar for myself, and that is simply DO NOT DIE, so I appreciate getting the do’s and don’t’s of how to ride through and in certain conditions.