Brynley's Not Going To Be Happy

Today is an exciting day for our family...our granddaughter is going to start her first day ever to a Mother’s Day Out program. Unfortunately for her, I don’t think she will have the same excitement that I have about her first day of school. Brynley is very attached to her mom and does not like it when mom is not close by. She will be going through the dreaded “separation anxiety.” Every child goes through it at some point, but most of them adjust quickly to the circumstances. I’m really questioning if Brynley will fall into that category. You see, Brynley is the only grandchild for both sides of her family. She is always with adults and she rules when she is around. She brings so much joy and laughter into our lives, and she is really smart and entertaining. Still, she’s also very good at letting you know what she doesn’t want. She will hold up her hand, shake it, and say no, making sure you understand that she is not in the mood for what you want to do. On top of that, it’s not very pleasant when Brynley goes to her nursery class on Sundays because she wants to be with her mom. We all know Brynley needs to work through this, so the decision was made that she would attend Mother’s Day Out for the rest of its summer session.

I remember when Krystal, Brynley’s mom, was five and getting ready to begin kindergarten. She was so excited and had worked through the separation stuff much earlier in her life. With Tami and me in full-time ministry, she was always handed off to adults when we were working at the church. So she was excited as we went to school that first morning. Our family all walked Krystal to school and to her class, and she sat with all the other first-day students while the parents stood around outside of the class. Sounds like a beautiful setting—until you learn that over half the students were crying, the moms were crying, and to me it was a very funny scene. Krystal was in shock and looked to us because she didn’t know if she should cry or not. We assured her everything was fine, and she went on and had a great first day of school.

As a Christian, I want my life to make a difference in the lives of others. To do that I must be willing to step out into uncomfortable territory. That means I may have to face my own type of separation anxiety because I like the normal and comfortable. Life is about taking steps of faith, and it’s the same for anyone who is going to do anything great for the Lord. Stop making excuses and waiting until you feel like you’re ready. What can you do today to step out in faith and impact a life?

Pushing the Limits

Have you ever had one of those days when choices you made earlier caused you a lot of turmoil? I did on Monday and just have to share it with you. I drive a car that has sport tires on it that cannot be rotated and have a life of about 25,000 miles. I’ve known for a few months that it was time to replace the tires but kept thinking that I would do it next week. Part of this was due to really busy days and not wanting to take the time, but the other part was my desire to get the most out of the tires that were on the car.

On Monday morning I was driving to the office but needed to stop for gas on the way. I was getting off the highway in Grapevine and suddenly felt a funny wobble coming from the back of my car. I drove to the gas station because the wobble had stopped when I was driving straight. As I turned into the gas station, it happened again, and I knew that I had a tire going flat. At the pump, I walked around the car and discovered that my tire had rolled its final mile. No problem, I thought, I’ll put on the spare and drive to the tire store to get new tires.

I opened the trunk and started digging around for the tire. I was surprised to find an electric pump, a first aid kit, and other helpful items, but I couldn’t find a jack or a spare tire. I thought that I had to be looking in the wrong place because who would build a car without a spare tire? After a few minutes of searching I called the dealership where I purchased the car and explained the situation. They told me that it was not uncommon for my style of car to lack a spare tire…REALLY? So now I’m sitting at a gas station with a tire that can’t be repaired and no way to even get the car in a state that it can be driven for a couple of miles. I ended up having to call a tow truck to tow my car to a tire store, and in the process I wasted half a day. Oh, one final thing about the new tire installation. I sat and watched as they mounted my new tires to the wheels (rims), but then the wheels wouldn’t go back onto the car. The rear tires are larger than the front tires and they had put the tires onto the wrong wheels and had to take them off and do it all over again. Ugh…

What I learned is that in trying to save myself a few weeks of wear and tear I ended up losing a lot of valuable time. I’m thankful for the tow company and the tire company for helping me get back on track, but if I’d only replaced the tires when I knew I should have, this problem could have been avoided. We all have things in our lives that we know need some change but we keep thinking that we’ll do it next week. We’re living right on the edge, and if we don’t deal with the issue it will lead to bigger issues. Make today the day that you change those things and get back on secure ground. If you deal with the issue today, you will never get caught needing a spare tire and a jack.

The Cost of Freedom

Last week I was captivated by the events surrounding the 70th anniversary of D-Day. It was June 6, 1944, when some 156,000 American, British, and Canadian forces landed on five beaches along a 50-mile stretch of the heavily fortified coast of France’s Normandy region. The invasions began at 6:30 a.m. One of the landing areas was Omaha Beach, where U.S. forces faced heavy resistance and over 2,000 Americans would give their lives in the hope of freedom for all people. By the end of the day, Allied troops had successfully stormed Normandy’s beaches. More than 4,000 Allied troops lost their lives in the D-Day invasion, with thousands more wounded or missing.

These soldiers fought, with many giving their lives, so that we could live in a country where every citizen was given the opportunity to dream. And not only to dream, but to live in a place where those dreams could become a reality. A place where we didn’t have to live in fear of a government that would try to limit those dreams or the hard work it would take to reach them. Everything I am today is because of those men and women who have sacrificed to ensure I have the right to make choices for my life.

As I was reflecting on those sacrifices, I couldn’t help but wonder what those brave soldiers would think of what America is becoming. It seems as if our regard for dreaming and working hard is slowly being replaced by a society in which we expect others to take care of us. America is a great country because Americans have always taken pride in working hard and getting the task done. We lived in a country that encouraged us to worship God and love our neighbors, but that has changed. Today I see so many that feel like they are owed something because they are Americans. The attitude seems to be: What can I get without effort because I’m entitled to it? We have to remind ourselves of what made America great and start teaching that to our children. And not only teach it, but start sacrificing to ensure they can enjoy the America that men and women sacrificed to pass on to us. A great nation where dreams can come true!

Jesus Christ came to this world 2000 years ago to offer each of us hope. Hope of a relationship and eternal home with God. He died on a cross to pay the price for my sin and your sin. That’s been the message of the church, and many men and women have died to preserve that message of hope. Over the past several years I’ve seen churches that have started to compromise that message, telling people that certain sins are acceptable to God and that Jesus is one of several ways to have a relationship with God. Just as my heart breaks because of those who are trying to destroy the America I have come to love, it breaks even more from those who are bringing a message that will destroy a person for eternity. Please don’t fall to the lies that compromise the message of the gospel. Jesus Christ is “the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through [Him]” (John 14:6). I thank God for America and my relationship with Him through Jesus Christ. 

Out of Control

The other day I was out working in my yard and found myself bummed out by how my backyard looks. During our remodeling our backyard was the dump for all the trash that would eventually be hauled away, so it was nearly impossible to do anything back there. Now that the mess is gone, it’s time to get it ready for the summer by doing some landscaping. Several years ago I decided that I wanted a maintenance-free backyard or at least as close as I could get to it being that way. So we took out all the grass, laid weed and grass barrier, planted some trees and bushes, and filled in the rest with mulch. Each year we’ve refreshed the mulch and touched up other areas but the yard has been pretty much maintenance free.

This year, something happened. Our easy to maintain backyard has gone crazy with growth. I’m amazed that the areas in my yard where I’d like to see grass growing never experience any growth yet an area where I removed all the grass now looks like a wild meadow. The grass is probably a foot tall and looks like nice, strong grass, but I don’t want it there. My weeds are growing so tall that they could almost be mistaken for trees. And everything we’ve done in the past to keep it simple is going to have to be redone. Now that our house is pretty much put back together, it’s going to be time to focus on our backyard and redoing a lot of the landscaping.

Have you ever noticed how our lives are like that? There are things that I try to eliminate from my life because they make life a little more difficult and I just don’t want to deal with those things any longer. I can clean things up, get priorities in order, and feel like I’m on the right track, and I can even maintain it for a period of time. Yet, as good as I am about making those changes and taking steps to make my life better, those undesirable things always have a way of trying to sneak back in. Those things remind me that my life needs to be evaluated and to turn to the Lord who can help me overcome them.

At the same time, I’m reminded that in my life there are areas where I really want to grow, but they need my constant attention and work to grow properly. It doesn’t just happen because I want it to; it happens because I put myself in position to stay strong and grow in those areas. All of us go through these battles and I want to encourage you that the out-of-control stuff can be brought back under control. It’s your life and you need to live it in the way that God has called you to live.

Things Are Not Always As They Appear

Have you ever found yourself looking at a situation only to learn that your interpretation of the event was not accurate? I am amazed by how many times that has happened in my life.  

Last Saturday evening I was studying in my favorite chair when suddenly I heard squealing tires and a loud crash. This is a sound I’ve heard several times in life but never while sitting inside my home. We live in a quiet neighborhood where there is not a lot of traffic, so it totally caught me by surprise. My first thought, because our house is located at a T intersection, was that somebody was driving too fast and slid right through the stop sign and plowed into my car, which was parked on the street. Tami and I rushed outside to the scene and quickly jumped to our conclusions of what had just happened.  

There were skid marks at the front of our house that showed a vehicle turning and missing my car and our mailbox by less than 10 feet. The vehicle was going so fast it couldn’t stay on the road, and it hit the curb in front of our neighbors’ house so hard that it broke the concrete. It went up into their yard and you could see the tire tracks that showed where the vehicle swerved back onto the road. At the speed the vehicle was traveling it could not stay on the road, and skid marks showed how it swerved to the right and, losing control, crashed into a mailbox. An SUV was sitting there smashed and a mess.  

By the time Tami and I got outside, all of our neighbors were also walking out of their homes trying to figure out what happened. As we looked around and saw the things I just described, we all figured that whoever was driving the vehicle was still inside of it. At that moment a police vehicle pulled up to the intersection and everyone started pointing to the smashed-up SUV a few houses down. The police officer turned the corner and drove to the SUV but didn’t stop. He kept driving, and we were all confused. We watched him drive to the end of the street and turn right where all the neighbors down there were pointing down the street. I told Tami that the driver must be on foot and running to get away. We could hear the siren down the road behind our house now, and a few seconds later we saw the police vehicle turn onto a main road and disappear. We were all trying to put the pieces together. What really happened was that the vehicle that had crashed into the mailbox had been hit by the out-of-control driver who just kept driving, trying to get away. It showed us how off we can be when looking at an event without seeing it actually happening.

In life, there are times when I analyze what is happening around me and think that I have it all figured out, only to discover that I am so off with my assumptions. We all have those moments when we are going through a situation and trying to analyze why it’s happening. Or maybe we are facing a difficult time in life and we attempt to figure out the reasons behind it. What I learned Saturday is that things are not always as they appear. Sometimes things are their toughest right before the breakthrough comes. The events I’m experiencing are not necessarily God trying to get me back on track, but may instead be events that need to happen so that God’s plan can unfold. Don’t over-analyze, but instead stay in prayer and seek God’s will for your life. 

Home Sweet Home

Tonight is the night! Over the past few months we have lived with family while work was being done to our house. There were times when it seemed like I’d never get to sleep in my bed again, but all that ends in just a few hours.  

To be honest, it really hasn’t been bad, but I like exaggerating the truth a little. What I’m really feeling is that I’m a very blessed man. Tami and I walked through our home and we are so excited about what God has allowed us to do. A home is a place where we get to relax and refresh, a place where we get to enjoy being with family and friends, and a place to reflect on where I am in the Lord.  

Tami and I were fortunate to grow up in homes where love was displayed daily. When we got married our goal was to create that same environment in our home, and Tami is fabulous at creating that atmosphere. There are so many things that demand our time and attention, and if we’re not careful we forget about the importance of our home. When I go home I need to remind myself that this is a place where I get to pour my life into the lives of those who are most precious to me. I need to remind myself that there are times when I need to turn work off and build my family. I do understand the demands of life, but I also know that I can always be working if I’d like; yet that is not bringing value to my loved ones. I remember that my dad, as busy as he was because of working two jobs, always came home to sit with the family for dinner. I have so many great memories from sitting around the table, laughing and sharing together. Then there were times we sat down together as a family to watch a TV show. We only had one television in our home, and it only had four stations, but I remember laughing and playing around during commercial breaks. Other times we played a game and spent quality time building our love for each other.

I’m not saying that we all need to build our families in the same way, but rather that we need to find a way to build the bond of love in our families. That is done by making your home a place where everyone feels unconditional love and acceptance. 

Choose Me!

When I was growing up, there was one fear I battled because of being smaller than most boys my age.  It could hit me before or after school, during recess, or possibly when I’d go to gym class.  It was the fear of being picked last.  I didn’t want to be the kid that was picked last and that caused me to be very cautious, even fearful of getting involved.  Most people would think that it’s not a big deal, but those who’ve battled this fear understand that this fear can range from athletic activities to several other areas of life.


I normally work out on my way home from the office, but I had a late morning meeting earlier this week and decided to go to a class before going to the meeting. When I arrived, the class was being led by an instructor that I’d never had before. The class had 3 men and about 20 women, which normally doesn’t mean anything, but for some reason at the end of class the instructor decided that he wanted us to pair up with somebody. I quickly looked at the men, only to see that one of them was there with his wife or girlfriend, so he was immediately out of the mix. I looked at the second gentleman, who was sitting on a bench with a towel over his head—it was very evident he was “done” with this class, as he was about ready to pass out—so I knew I couldn’t ask him to be my partner. That meant I would have to pair up with a woman. The class was made up of women who ranged in age from their late twenties to their early forties. I started looking around in an attempt to make eye contact with someone who’d be willing to be my partner, but I noticed that the women were pairing up or not even looking my direction.

There was one woman in class who was a seasoned woman. She was in her mid-sixties and had struggled throughout the class because of its intensity. Nobody pursued her as a partner and, sure enough, her eyes locked with mine and she mouthed, “Do you have a partner?”

No, I didn’t, so I ended up partnering with this seasoned woman who could barely keep up with class for the last 15 minutes of exercise. In that moment I felt like I’d come full circle in life. I went from the kid who feared being the last one picked to the man who is getting older and is the last one being picked. I understand that this is a totally different situation, but the thought did run through my mind and gave Tami a good laugh when I told her the story.

During our lives we will all come across situations where we may question if we’re good enough to not be chosen last. God answered that question by allowing Jesus to come and give His life for each of us. We shouldn’t have to go through life living under the fear of being last because God made us just the way He wanted us. Develop the gifts and talents God placed inside of you, and don’t be afraid to step up when given the opportunity. Don’t wait to be chosen—you choose to step out in confidence.