Over the last several weeks I have been looking towards the new year and trying to prepare for that one question that everyone is going to ask you, "So, what's your New Year's resolution?" I have been working on several things.
The biggest thing that I have been trying to focus on is my priorities. Our priorities are constantly changing, however, there should always be a few that stand above the rest and never change. When we were children our top priority was playing. As teens, our priority was trying to figure out who the heck we were and where we were going with our lives. Not to mention trying to get a date for the dance...okay so maybe that wasn't everyone else's priority, but just mine.
As college students our priority was to just graduate and find that awesome job. Now as a parent, it's to take care of our family.
If you think back through out all of our stages of life, there was always something that stood in the way of our priorities, or became a bigger priority, at least at that moment. As children, it was our parents priorities that typically trumped our own. As teens, it was always trying to impress our friends and making them the priority instead of really figuring out who we were. In college, for me, everyone was getting married, so my priority went from graduating to getting married. Now as a parent, my priority has gone from being an awesome parent, to making sure I go to work, coming home and editing a thousand pictures, and tending to the care of the household...ie: wife, kids, dog, cats, food, house projects, and more.
You may be thinking, "well what's the problem with all of that?" That's a great question. I think the problem has become that we stopped making ourselves a priority in our own lives. We make a lot of sacrifices to take care of everyone else and our families. At some point we must take time for ourselves or we will go completely insane.
From prayer, to showering, to fitness and health, to our own hobbies and interests. If we don't take time for ourselves I truly feel we will become bitter with those that have become the priority over us. I have seen this in friendships. Where one friend wants to monopolize the other friend's time. There has to be a happy medium or that relationship is destine to fail.
If we don't find a happy medium in our own lives for our selves, we are destine to fail.
Now, I am in no way saying turn your back on your responsibilities, or your family and friends, or work. But we have to find a way to put ourselves first some time.
So, if you were to ask me what my New Year's Resolution is...it's to rearrange my priorities; making myself a priority. Stay tuned to see how I plan to prioritize my life...
By the way...what's your New Year's Resolution?
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
I have to say that I am super frustrated with the world that I live in. When I graduated high school I had no intentions in joining the military. But 4 months later I enlisted in the United States Marine Corps. After 6 months of Boot camp and training, I volunteered for a 3 month trip to Australia for Exercise Tandem Thrust.
Over the next 6 years I took several more trips to all over the United States and the world. So, all together I spent 8 years in the Marine Corps. All be it that the majority was in the Reserves, but once a month and at the very minimum two weeks out of the year.
My frustration is this, I asked for assistance from my local VA for heating oil, since it's so stinking expensive, and they told me since I was not on Active Duty, I wasn't eligible for help. That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. At any time I could have been activated just like my counter parts and shipped over seas. And in all reality about two months after my Honorable discharge, my unit was sent over to Afghanistan and they have been twice for a year at a time each.
So here I am, a proud Veteran in my eyes who served in the most Elite fighting force known to man, and I get nothing paid back, but an occasional thanks.
You know the worst thing about it, I can't write to my congressman, because it's Jean Schmidt. And she is just ignorant and I have no trust in her what so ever. Especially after making comments about the Marines.
So, I guess I can write my Senator. But that will probably fall on deaf ears too. We shall see. Just wanted everyone to see how our government really treats the Men and Women who volunteer for service in our United States.
Over the next 6 years I took several more trips to all over the United States and the world. So, all together I spent 8 years in the Marine Corps. All be it that the majority was in the Reserves, but once a month and at the very minimum two weeks out of the year.
My frustration is this, I asked for assistance from my local VA for heating oil, since it's so stinking expensive, and they told me since I was not on Active Duty, I wasn't eligible for help. That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. At any time I could have been activated just like my counter parts and shipped over seas. And in all reality about two months after my Honorable discharge, my unit was sent over to Afghanistan and they have been twice for a year at a time each.
So here I am, a proud Veteran in my eyes who served in the most Elite fighting force known to man, and I get nothing paid back, but an occasional thanks.
You know the worst thing about it, I can't write to my congressman, because it's Jean Schmidt. And she is just ignorant and I have no trust in her what so ever. Especially after making comments about the Marines.
So, I guess I can write my Senator. But that will probably fall on deaf ears too. We shall see. Just wanted everyone to see how our government really treats the Men and Women who volunteer for service in our United States.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Creativity is only in the eye of the beholder. Art is subjective. Clarity. Freedom. See. Vision.
-Block! Block! Block!
I think I need to purge. Yes. Purge it is.
I have the worst creative block that I think that I have ever had. I think it's due to _________. You fill in the blank...that's what's going on.
It seems that I worry more than I let on. When I was younger, I would get very angry. At the drop of a hat. When I got into high school I found a way to maintain my anger and put it away.
Over the last several months the beast has risen. I have lost the chain that bound my anger.
Over this holiday weekend, I will be searching for that chain again. I pray as I search, that I will find the peace that I need to break the wall down...
If you wouldn't mind...keep me in your thoughts.
-Block! Block! Block!
I think I need to purge. Yes. Purge it is.
I have the worst creative block that I think that I have ever had. I think it's due to _________. You fill in the blank...that's what's going on.
It seems that I worry more than I let on. When I was younger, I would get very angry. At the drop of a hat. When I got into high school I found a way to maintain my anger and put it away.
Over the last several months the beast has risen. I have lost the chain that bound my anger.
Over this holiday weekend, I will be searching for that chain again. I pray as I search, that I will find the peace that I need to break the wall down...
If you wouldn't mind...keep me in your thoughts.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
If you didn't know, Moose De Bruce is a ministry of Locust Street Ministries...
Locust Street Ministries will be launching two community outreach programs. The first will be called: Protect Strong. This will be an outreach for Veterans who are coming back from service, war zones or others and need assistance. Whether it be financial planning, or phone numbers or contacts for Veteran's Affairs so that they can get their rightful benefits.
If anyone would like to assist in this, it would be greatly appreciated.
Next the ministry will be launching an outreach/ fundraiser plan for children who love art, but can't afford to take classes or get art supplies. We will try to work with as many groups as we can to help as many children as we can. I know that there are a few in Hamilton County/ Cincinnati, but I don't know of any in Clermont, Butler, Adams or Brown counties.
Again any assistance would be greatly appreciated.
If you can help or have advice please let us know by posting on our Facebook site: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Locust-Street-Ministries/109885712398641
or emailing me at robb@locuststreetministries.org.
Thank you!
Locust Street Ministries will be launching two community outreach programs. The first will be called: Protect Strong. This will be an outreach for Veterans who are coming back from service, war zones or others and need assistance. Whether it be financial planning, or phone numbers or contacts for Veteran's Affairs so that they can get their rightful benefits.
If anyone would like to assist in this, it would be greatly appreciated.
Next the ministry will be launching an outreach/ fundraiser plan for children who love art, but can't afford to take classes or get art supplies. We will try to work with as many groups as we can to help as many children as we can. I know that there are a few in Hamilton County/ Cincinnati, but I don't know of any in Clermont, Butler, Adams or Brown counties.
Again any assistance would be greatly appreciated.
If you can help or have advice please let us know by posting on our Facebook site: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Locust-Street-Ministries/109885712398641
or emailing me at robb@locuststreetministries.org.
Thank you!
Thursday, September 23, 2010
I have started a new journey, will actually re-establishing the old one. I am re-reading The Purpose Driven Life by Rick Warren. And one of the questions brought up is, " What metaphor best describes your life? Circus? Roller Coaster, something else?
The first thing that popped into my mind was a clown car. Not that my life has been one big joke or my family is a bunch of clowns. When I see the clown car I think of all those clowns crammed into the car with no room to move around. All that pressure built up. No wiggle room, no breathing room, no where to run in times of panic.
My life is like that a lot it feels like. How many things can I cram into it? Is one more thing really going to hurt or should I be content? Is this other activity worth my time or is going to make me look good? Am I overextended?
Pressure; this word has been a true enemy. I haven't been handling it very well lately. My Irish roots have been showing a lot over the past several months. What did you say? Boom! Growl! Roar! If you get close enough I might just bite your head off!
My heart starts to race....where can I go? My spirituality has...oh wait, not existent as of late either.
Why am I telling you all of this? Great question! Because I know I am not a lone. I know there are others that struggle with these issues.
Well, God has a plan for us! Now, I am not a very patient person, so waiting on God to show me his plan for me really sucks! You know what I mean?! Well, if you are willing, check out Higher Ground Community Church on Facebook and follow the journey and hey, if your feeling froggie or even want to be controversial, come on down. I'd be happy to have you! The more the merrier!
The first thing that popped into my mind was a clown car. Not that my life has been one big joke or my family is a bunch of clowns. When I see the clown car I think of all those clowns crammed into the car with no room to move around. All that pressure built up. No wiggle room, no breathing room, no where to run in times of panic.
My life is like that a lot it feels like. How many things can I cram into it? Is one more thing really going to hurt or should I be content? Is this other activity worth my time or is going to make me look good? Am I overextended?
Pressure; this word has been a true enemy. I haven't been handling it very well lately. My Irish roots have been showing a lot over the past several months. What did you say? Boom! Growl! Roar! If you get close enough I might just bite your head off!
My heart starts to race....where can I go? My spirituality has...oh wait, not existent as of late either.
Why am I telling you all of this? Great question! Because I know I am not a lone. I know there are others that struggle with these issues.
Well, God has a plan for us! Now, I am not a very patient person, so waiting on God to show me his plan for me really sucks! You know what I mean?! Well, if you are willing, check out Higher Ground Community Church on Facebook and follow the journey and hey, if your feeling froggie or even want to be controversial, come on down. I'd be happy to have you! The more the merrier!
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
33 and 5...
Sorry I wasn't around yesterday. I had the honor of marrying two awesome people Stephanie and Vinny. Performing the ceremony and helping them enter into a new stage of their life together. To see the love that these two shared, was a truly awesome thing.
Today, is the 5th Anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. To one day help start a family, then the next be reminded how everything can be taken away from you in a split second, was definitely a wake up call this morning!
Today, the TV Land channel is showing Extreme Home Makeover all day, but it's all of the episodes where they helped Katrina victims. It just amazing how much devastation was actually done by the huricane.
As you go through out your day today, be reminded of what you have and be thankful. We never really know what we have until it's gone...
Sorry I wasn't around yesterday. I had the honor of marrying two awesome people Stephanie and Vinny. Performing the ceremony and helping them enter into a new stage of their life together. To see the love that these two shared, was a truly awesome thing.
Today, is the 5th Anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. To one day help start a family, then the next be reminded how everything can be taken away from you in a split second, was definitely a wake up call this morning!
Today, the TV Land channel is showing Extreme Home Makeover all day, but it's all of the episodes where they helped Katrina victims. It just amazing how much devastation was actually done by the huricane.
As you go through out your day today, be reminded of what you have and be thankful. We never really know what we have until it's gone...
Friday, August 27, 2010
33 and 3...
A long time ago a little boy was looking out his screened in window...he was too young to realize how high off the ground that window really was. He was just so interested on what was going on outside. He yearned to go outside; to play outside; to be free.
He was looking so hard he didn't realize that the screen he was leaning on was becoming loose. Before he knew it, out the window he plummeted. Down, and down he fell...silence.
Three stories down. One yard away from concrete the boy lay screaming out in pain. One broken arm and one fractured skull. All he wanted now was his mommy. " Mommy, Mommy, where are you?" he thought.
Off of the ground he went before he realized what was happening. Tears filled his eyes, blurring his vision. He had no idea what was happening or who had him. Pain was the only thing he knew at this point and that was the only thing he felt.
Once the calm came he realized he was finally with his mother. The experiences were more then he could bear and something that he would barely remember when he was older.
When I was two, almost three, this was the most dramatic thing that ever happened to me. Or was it? Physically yes, mentally probably not. What I mean by that is, my mother and birth father were divorced when I was three years old.
Although I am 33 years old now, and I have what I call three different dads, it's still something that weighs heavy on my mind every once in a while. I don't blame anyone really, my parents were young and sometimes I don't think they thought everything through. But that's a subject for another time.
I look at my children everyday, and I can't bare the thought of not having them around. I can't help but hurt when one of them gets hurt.
If you are reading this and you have children, I pray that every night if you have the opportunity that you hold them tight, or tell them that you love them.
If I had fallen three feet in the wrong direction, I don't think I would be here writing this blog today...
A long time ago a little boy was looking out his screened in window...he was too young to realize how high off the ground that window really was. He was just so interested on what was going on outside. He yearned to go outside; to play outside; to be free.
He was looking so hard he didn't realize that the screen he was leaning on was becoming loose. Before he knew it, out the window he plummeted. Down, and down he fell...silence.
Three stories down. One yard away from concrete the boy lay screaming out in pain. One broken arm and one fractured skull. All he wanted now was his mommy. " Mommy, Mommy, where are you?" he thought.
Off of the ground he went before he realized what was happening. Tears filled his eyes, blurring his vision. He had no idea what was happening or who had him. Pain was the only thing he knew at this point and that was the only thing he felt.
Once the calm came he realized he was finally with his mother. The experiences were more then he could bear and something that he would barely remember when he was older.
When I was two, almost three, this was the most dramatic thing that ever happened to me. Or was it? Physically yes, mentally probably not. What I mean by that is, my mother and birth father were divorced when I was three years old.
Although I am 33 years old now, and I have what I call three different dads, it's still something that weighs heavy on my mind every once in a while. I don't blame anyone really, my parents were young and sometimes I don't think they thought everything through. But that's a subject for another time.
I look at my children everyday, and I can't bare the thought of not having them around. I can't help but hurt when one of them gets hurt.
If you are reading this and you have children, I pray that every night if you have the opportunity that you hold them tight, or tell them that you love them.
If I had fallen three feet in the wrong direction, I don't think I would be here writing this blog today...
Thursday, August 26, 2010
33 and 2...
What a day! Funeral, School Meeting, ER, Mom's Birthday part...in that order.
While preparing for the funeral, which I performed the service for, I got a good smack in the face with a dose of life is truly precious.
I already knew this in the back of my head, but when you watch one of your best friends deal with the loss, from an outside perspective, it allows your eyes to be opened to the true reality of the situation. One day you can be talking to your loved one, the next day they are gone. When my grandfather died, I knew it was coming. I mean he was in Hospice, so it was a gimme. But I really wasn't prepared. What I mean is, he had so much to provide, there was so much I could have learned from him, and I will never get that chance now.
When I hold my children, there are moments when I realize that they could be gone tomorrow. You hear the stories on the news of children dying from who knows what. I can barely sthand to hear those stories, let alone think that could happen to one of my kids.
Then my wife has these wicked sharp pains in her head, and we go to the ER and the doc starts talking about brain bleeds, and other funky things. Thank God, all the tests came back negative...but what if?
I have realized today, that I need to grasp every moment that I get with the ones that I love and cherish it to it's fullest. At least that's the plan...
God help me take each moment as the gift you present it as...allow me to see each day as an opportunity to be blessed by those around me...Push me to be the man that I need to be and in the likeness of Christ.
-Amen!
What a day! Funeral, School Meeting, ER, Mom's Birthday part...in that order.
While preparing for the funeral, which I performed the service for, I got a good smack in the face with a dose of life is truly precious.
I already knew this in the back of my head, but when you watch one of your best friends deal with the loss, from an outside perspective, it allows your eyes to be opened to the true reality of the situation. One day you can be talking to your loved one, the next day they are gone. When my grandfather died, I knew it was coming. I mean he was in Hospice, so it was a gimme. But I really wasn't prepared. What I mean is, he had so much to provide, there was so much I could have learned from him, and I will never get that chance now.
When I hold my children, there are moments when I realize that they could be gone tomorrow. You hear the stories on the news of children dying from who knows what. I can barely sthand to hear those stories, let alone think that could happen to one of my kids.
Then my wife has these wicked sharp pains in her head, and we go to the ER and the doc starts talking about brain bleeds, and other funky things. Thank God, all the tests came back negative...but what if?
I have realized today, that I need to grasp every moment that I get with the ones that I love and cherish it to it's fullest. At least that's the plan...
God help me take each moment as the gift you present it as...allow me to see each day as an opportunity to be blessed by those around me...Push me to be the man that I need to be and in the likeness of Christ.
-Amen!
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
I have decided I am going to attempt to blog my life on a daily basis and be completely honest with my readers. Yesterday, I turned 33 years old. Unknown to my family, it kind of hit my like a ton of bricks. I make the reference that Christ died at the age of 33. But of course, he accomplished so much. Me...not so much, well at least no miracles.
In the 33 years of my life this is what I have accomplished:
* Survived Marine Corps boot camp
* Been to Australia
* Traveled to Somalia
* Been married twice
* Become a father
* Graduated college
* Won an award for an art project...even though it was in the 7th Grade
* Created a children's book, even though it hasn't been published
* Become ordained
* Started a business
* I have moved over 26 times in my life
What do I really want to accomplish:
I want to draw more. I used to draw all the time, I used to paint all the time. I have no inspiration anymore.
I want to read more!
I want to laugh more.
I want to go to Scotland, Hawaii, Paris, Egypt, Ireland.
I want to get a full sleeve of tattoos
I want to own a Mustang Shelby Cobra
I want a group of friends that I could rely on for anything
I want to work in the ministry again
I want to each Sushi in Japan
I want to learn Martial Arts and become a black belt
I am sure there are other things I wan to do, but that's all I can think of.
Maybe you will join me on my journey...
In the 33 years of my life this is what I have accomplished:
* Survived Marine Corps boot camp
* Been to Australia
* Traveled to Somalia
* Been married twice
* Become a father
* Graduated college
* Won an award for an art project...even though it was in the 7th Grade
* Created a children's book, even though it hasn't been published
* Become ordained
* Started a business
* I have moved over 26 times in my life
What do I really want to accomplish:
I want to draw more. I used to draw all the time, I used to paint all the time. I have no inspiration anymore.
I want to read more!
I want to laugh more.
I want to go to Scotland, Hawaii, Paris, Egypt, Ireland.
I want to get a full sleeve of tattoos
I want to own a Mustang Shelby Cobra
I want a group of friends that I could rely on for anything
I want to work in the ministry again
I want to each Sushi in Japan
I want to learn Martial Arts and become a black belt
I am sure there are other things I wan to do, but that's all I can think of.
Maybe you will join me on my journey...
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Exhausted...
I am completely exhausted, and I don't like it. I am sick of being sick...lol. It makes me cranky, not that I wasn't already. But geesh, enough it enough right!? As I spend my day taking care of my issues, I watch my children run care free through the house while they stop for maybe a minute or two stare at Spongebob then move on.
I don't know who I envy more, my children or Spongebob. Carefree is the key word here. I want to be carefree. I feel so pint up with frustration and just grrrr! My shoulders are so tense they are up by my ears.
Help!?
I am completely exhausted, and I don't like it. I am sick of being sick...lol. It makes me cranky, not that I wasn't already. But geesh, enough it enough right!? As I spend my day taking care of my issues, I watch my children run care free through the house while they stop for maybe a minute or two stare at Spongebob then move on.
I don't know who I envy more, my children or Spongebob. Carefree is the key word here. I want to be carefree. I feel so pint up with frustration and just grrrr! My shoulders are so tense they are up by my ears.
Help!?
Sunday, July 18, 2010
The Gap. There has been a gap, a void if you will for the last several years. It started out small, but recently has grown into the freakin Grand Canyon. I know exactly what's causing it, but I don't know if I am ready to fill the gap right now or not.
There are many things that would have to happen in order for me to plug the hole. Oh, I bet you are wondering what exactly caused the gap aren't you? I don't know if I am quite ready to share that or not. I can tell you that the biggest thing that I believe created the rift was my lack of reliance on God. I say lack, what I really mean is my non-existent communication with Him.
It's pure laziness you know. It's because I'm fat. I know it's hard to believe...but I am, I'm fat...it's no one's fault, it just happened. Ha. Ha.Right, anyway, moving on. I have become lazy, in many things in my life. Taking care of myself has been the biggest problem. There has been no work, mentally, physically, or spiritually for quite some time.
My faith has dwindled, my work ethic is crap, and my want to further my education, well, has flushed. You know what I mean. The purpose of this blog is to help me come to the realization, that I have failed. But behind every failed battle, comes a new strategy and another attempt to tear down the walls of the enemy.
So, I am making a stand right now. I am making a commitment to my friends and my family, but more importantly myself.
1. Study and commune with God
2. Eat right
3. Love my family with all of my heart and show them everyday!
4. Read at least one book a month
5. Go back to school.
God help me, I will become a better man!
There are many things that would have to happen in order for me to plug the hole. Oh, I bet you are wondering what exactly caused the gap aren't you? I don't know if I am quite ready to share that or not. I can tell you that the biggest thing that I believe created the rift was my lack of reliance on God. I say lack, what I really mean is my non-existent communication with Him.
It's pure laziness you know. It's because I'm fat. I know it's hard to believe...but I am, I'm fat...it's no one's fault, it just happened. Ha. Ha.Right, anyway, moving on. I have become lazy, in many things in my life. Taking care of myself has been the biggest problem. There has been no work, mentally, physically, or spiritually for quite some time.
My faith has dwindled, my work ethic is crap, and my want to further my education, well, has flushed. You know what I mean. The purpose of this blog is to help me come to the realization, that I have failed. But behind every failed battle, comes a new strategy and another attempt to tear down the walls of the enemy.
So, I am making a stand right now. I am making a commitment to my friends and my family, but more importantly myself.
1. Study and commune with God
2. Eat right
3. Love my family with all of my heart and show them everyday!
4. Read at least one book a month
5. Go back to school.
God help me, I will become a better man!
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
What's in a Soul?
Growing up a "Christian" so many people would question me about if there is a God and humans go to "Heaven" when they die, what about animals and plants, and other organisms. So, that's the question of the day for me. But I am going to answer it myself too...
I have come to the conclusion that every living thing has some kind of energy or soul. I feel that if it has a conscious it has a soul. If it can make a decision it can have feelings, if it has feelings it has a soul.
I remember watching the show X-files and on this particular episode this estranged surgeon was operating on humans trying over and over again to find where the "soul" was located in the body. I am sure there are so many thoughts and opinions, but this is my blog so I get to give my own opinion.
Now, I am sure I will do my research on the subject one day, but for now, it's how I feel. The soul isn't just reserved for Humans. What do you think?
Growing up a "Christian" so many people would question me about if there is a God and humans go to "Heaven" when they die, what about animals and plants, and other organisms. So, that's the question of the day for me. But I am going to answer it myself too...
I have come to the conclusion that every living thing has some kind of energy or soul. I feel that if it has a conscious it has a soul. If it can make a decision it can have feelings, if it has feelings it has a soul.
I remember watching the show X-files and on this particular episode this estranged surgeon was operating on humans trying over and over again to find where the "soul" was located in the body. I am sure there are so many thoughts and opinions, but this is my blog so I get to give my own opinion.
Now, I am sure I will do my research on the subject one day, but for now, it's how I feel. The soul isn't just reserved for Humans. What do you think?
Wednesday, March 03, 2010
Warrior, Poet, or Puppet
So, I have been pondering who I would be?. Who am I is always the question on my mind. First let me define those characters:
The warrior: fierce, fighting for what he believes, has awesome passion for things that he loves. Not afraid to express himself and be himself.
The Poet: Has passion for the things he loves, but fights through words not physically. Is a speaker, a man who is elegant with his language. A lover, not a fighter.
The Puppet: He aims to please. A follower. Has passions, but puts them aside please others.
Me, I feel at most times I am both a Poet and a Puppet. That's not good for me. I don't like that feeling. I want to be the warrior. I want to be Maximus, William Wallace, Teddy Roosevelt. I want to be adventurous and fight for what I love and be a warrior for my family.
So, I have been pondering who I would be?. Who am I is always the question on my mind. First let me define those characters:
The warrior: fierce, fighting for what he believes, has awesome passion for things that he loves. Not afraid to express himself and be himself.
The Poet: Has passion for the things he loves, but fights through words not physically. Is a speaker, a man who is elegant with his language. A lover, not a fighter.
The Puppet: He aims to please. A follower. Has passions, but puts them aside please others.
Me, I feel at most times I am both a Poet and a Puppet. That's not good for me. I don't like that feeling. I want to be the warrior. I want to be Maximus, William Wallace, Teddy Roosevelt. I want to be adventurous and fight for what I love and be a warrior for my family.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Mainstream Believer...
I am baffled. I am perplexed. Over the last several years I have been researching my inner faith and belief in the beyond. My real interests can be found in the spiritual realm more then any thing else. Angels, Demons, Heaven and Hell, Ancient mysticism, the paranormal, I guess really anything that one can't put a real finger on.
Of course in order to believe in a higher power one has to belief in what they cannot see. But how far does your faith in what you cannot see go? What do you actually believe in?
Are you are mainstream believer or are you making your stand on what your believe in? What are you studying? What is making you come the conclusions on your own faith?
If you didn't know: I believe that there is a God. I believe that he sent His Son to our world to die on a cross for our sins. I believe that Christ did indeed die, but while in this state called "death" he went to Hell and let Satan, the fallen angel, know that he is the Conqueror. Then on his third day of death, he came back to our world, to show everyone and prove that he is the Son of God and he is the Conqueror over all.
With that being said, I believe in angels and demons. I believe in Heaven and Hell. I believe in Magic and Ghosts. How can that be? Right?
Well, you see, my belief, and you can take it for what it is, angels and demons and heaven and hell exist in our world, but on a spiritual plane. I believe that there are people out there, and no I don't believe I am one of them, that can see what exists on this plane. I believe that people can experience what lies on that plane and I believe what exists on that plane can transfer into our world, our existence.
I know, crazy right? Why does this sound so crazy? We believe in a God we can't see, so why is this so hard to believe? We watch shows like Ghost Hunters, Paranormal State, and who knows what, and these are supposed to be reality tv shows, and we are in awe of what they find. It makes believers out of us, only because we see the proof. So if we can see things that we didn't see before, what' the difference? In these shows we can see the proof that ghosts exists with the aid of scientific instruments. So, what if our inner awareness was enlightened, like a scientific instrument, I believe we could see things in that spiritual plane.
Think about it? It truly is about what lies beyond.
I am baffled. I am perplexed. Over the last several years I have been researching my inner faith and belief in the beyond. My real interests can be found in the spiritual realm more then any thing else. Angels, Demons, Heaven and Hell, Ancient mysticism, the paranormal, I guess really anything that one can't put a real finger on.
Of course in order to believe in a higher power one has to belief in what they cannot see. But how far does your faith in what you cannot see go? What do you actually believe in?
Are you are mainstream believer or are you making your stand on what your believe in? What are you studying? What is making you come the conclusions on your own faith?
If you didn't know: I believe that there is a God. I believe that he sent His Son to our world to die on a cross for our sins. I believe that Christ did indeed die, but while in this state called "death" he went to Hell and let Satan, the fallen angel, know that he is the Conqueror. Then on his third day of death, he came back to our world, to show everyone and prove that he is the Son of God and he is the Conqueror over all.
With that being said, I believe in angels and demons. I believe in Heaven and Hell. I believe in Magic and Ghosts. How can that be? Right?
Well, you see, my belief, and you can take it for what it is, angels and demons and heaven and hell exist in our world, but on a spiritual plane. I believe that there are people out there, and no I don't believe I am one of them, that can see what exists on this plane. I believe that people can experience what lies on that plane and I believe what exists on that plane can transfer into our world, our existence.
I know, crazy right? Why does this sound so crazy? We believe in a God we can't see, so why is this so hard to believe? We watch shows like Ghost Hunters, Paranormal State, and who knows what, and these are supposed to be reality tv shows, and we are in awe of what they find. It makes believers out of us, only because we see the proof. So if we can see things that we didn't see before, what' the difference? In these shows we can see the proof that ghosts exists with the aid of scientific instruments. So, what if our inner awareness was enlightened, like a scientific instrument, I believe we could see things in that spiritual plane.
Think about it? It truly is about what lies beyond.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Sacrifice and Giving,
So, if you don't know me, I am a very emotional person, and I am a very sympathetic emotional person. For example, I was watching Extreme Home Make Over, and there was this older black gentleman that runs an educational program for the inner city kids. Well, they built him and his group a brand new school/outreach, and when he saw it for the first time, he cried out of joy.
I couldn't help it, but I cried with him. I was overwhelmed with joy for him. The best part of all of this was that he was sacrificing his time and helping build things for the original couple that the show was for. Paul, one of the designers, saw his sacrifice and wanted to help him. How awesome is that?!
That man unselfishly gave of his time, to help another. How many of us do that? How many of us give of our selves freely and openly with no expectation to get anything back in return? Unfortunately, not many at all.
I think we all have good intentions about helping others. Then we get so determined on getting the job accomplished that we forget to actually help. We forget the real reason that we were there to help in the first place.
I have never been able to give of myself freely. I have never been able to just give. There was always an alternative motive behind my giving.
I want to be able to give all of me freely. With anything. When I come home, I want to be able to let my girls jump all over me and not think about all the things I want to do. I want to be able to sit down and talk to my wife and not think about whether or not she is going to nag me about something. I just want to give and be free. I want to be able to give of my time freely and teach my son the true fundamentals of baseball.
My prayer today is that I can give of my self and give my self freely.
So, if you don't know me, I am a very emotional person, and I am a very sympathetic emotional person. For example, I was watching Extreme Home Make Over, and there was this older black gentleman that runs an educational program for the inner city kids. Well, they built him and his group a brand new school/outreach, and when he saw it for the first time, he cried out of joy.
I couldn't help it, but I cried with him. I was overwhelmed with joy for him. The best part of all of this was that he was sacrificing his time and helping build things for the original couple that the show was for. Paul, one of the designers, saw his sacrifice and wanted to help him. How awesome is that?!
That man unselfishly gave of his time, to help another. How many of us do that? How many of us give of our selves freely and openly with no expectation to get anything back in return? Unfortunately, not many at all.
I think we all have good intentions about helping others. Then we get so determined on getting the job accomplished that we forget to actually help. We forget the real reason that we were there to help in the first place.
I have never been able to give of myself freely. I have never been able to just give. There was always an alternative motive behind my giving.
I want to be able to give all of me freely. With anything. When I come home, I want to be able to let my girls jump all over me and not think about all the things I want to do. I want to be able to sit down and talk to my wife and not think about whether or not she is going to nag me about something. I just want to give and be free. I want to be able to give of my time freely and teach my son the true fundamentals of baseball.
My prayer today is that I can give of my self and give my self freely.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Identity,
What defines a person? Who are we and how do we know who we are? A better question is who do we want to be? I have been searching for who I am for quite some time. I recently stumbled on a book that is slowly but surely teaching me that it's not about me and who I am and who I want to be.
My life was not for me to do with want I want. It is to exalt my God and let people know who he is through me. Does that mean that I am going to shove my faith and my beliefs down your throat? Not at all. If you so chose to read my blog, or enjoy my books, or art, so be it. And if you take something away from those things that might bring some insight into your own faith, so be it.
God gave me gifts so that I might share His glory and grace to others. Am I perfect for the job he requires me to do, not hardly. But I have got to try. I have got to try to be the best example I can be, especially for my wife, and my children.
Every day my family looks at me and analyzes my every move. They may not pinpoint my faults and hold my shortcomings over my head, but I guarantee they know and will start to hesitate the more I let them down.
So, even though I fail, and fall short, more often then I would like to admit, I do know who I am and what my true purpose is on this Earth. I may take a few detours here and there, but God knows I that I will eventually make the correct turn back on to the proverbial path.
Who am I, I am an advocate. I am a book. I am a light on the darkened path. I am a voice. I am a servant. I am a man who has been called...
If you are reading this, and I hope that you are, I only have one thing to ask of you...who are you?
What defines a person? Who are we and how do we know who we are? A better question is who do we want to be? I have been searching for who I am for quite some time. I recently stumbled on a book that is slowly but surely teaching me that it's not about me and who I am and who I want to be.
My life was not for me to do with want I want. It is to exalt my God and let people know who he is through me. Does that mean that I am going to shove my faith and my beliefs down your throat? Not at all. If you so chose to read my blog, or enjoy my books, or art, so be it. And if you take something away from those things that might bring some insight into your own faith, so be it.
God gave me gifts so that I might share His glory and grace to others. Am I perfect for the job he requires me to do, not hardly. But I have got to try. I have got to try to be the best example I can be, especially for my wife, and my children.
Every day my family looks at me and analyzes my every move. They may not pinpoint my faults and hold my shortcomings over my head, but I guarantee they know and will start to hesitate the more I let them down.
So, even though I fail, and fall short, more often then I would like to admit, I do know who I am and what my true purpose is on this Earth. I may take a few detours here and there, but God knows I that I will eventually make the correct turn back on to the proverbial path.
Who am I, I am an advocate. I am a book. I am a light on the darkened path. I am a voice. I am a servant. I am a man who has been called...
If you are reading this, and I hope that you are, I only have one thing to ask of you...who are you?
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
When I close my eyes there are, about a thousand thoughts that implode upon me. My children, death, photography, God, art, school, my wife, work, my car, or the lack there of, my mother, father, dad, sister, my family, television, my friends, my pets, my house, and more.
So, all of this just comes together at one time. And I have to open my eyes so that I don't flip out. I trying to read a few books right now, that refocus your mind, back on to where it needs to be. The question you have to first ask your self, where do you want your focus to be?
I ask myself that question every day. Maybe one day, and hopefully one day soon I will be able to answer that.
So, all of this just comes together at one time. And I have to open my eyes so that I don't flip out. I trying to read a few books right now, that refocus your mind, back on to where it needs to be. The question you have to first ask your self, where do you want your focus to be?
I ask myself that question every day. Maybe one day, and hopefully one day soon I will be able to answer that.
Well hey there...did you notice I added some page options? Awesome right? Okay, so, I thought I would share more about what I do with you and I so I created more pages.
The first page is going to be my true blog. The next page is my current photography project. The third page is some my own personal art work, some of it I have "drawn", get it? The last page is for my books. The plan is to post some art work, maybe some hints at the title of the books, and some snippets of what's actually in the book.
Isn't that exciting? I think so.
The first page is going to be my true blog. The next page is my current photography project. The third page is some my own personal art work, some of it I have "drawn", get it? The last page is for my books. The plan is to post some art work, maybe some hints at the title of the books, and some snippets of what's actually in the book.
Isn't that exciting? I think so.
Thursday, February 04, 2010
My brother,
Compassion and love. If you ever want to see or meet a man that is full of compassion and love, let me introduce you to my brother. Now, don't get me wrong, everyone has flaws, and he has his, but when I sit and talk with him, or I see him with total strangers, or even homeless people, he is nothing but compassion and love.
I thank God everyday for him. It's quite ironic, because I always thought I would or should for that matter be the example for him. And here we are, he is the example for me.
Thankyou Jason, for you example!
Compassion and love. If you ever want to see or meet a man that is full of compassion and love, let me introduce you to my brother. Now, don't get me wrong, everyone has flaws, and he has his, but when I sit and talk with him, or I see him with total strangers, or even homeless people, he is nothing but compassion and love.
I thank God everyday for him. It's quite ironic, because I always thought I would or should for that matter be the example for him. And here we are, he is the example for me.
Thankyou Jason, for you example!
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
Love,
I had the opportunity to meet with some clients yesterday about their upcoming wedding. One question I typically ask is, "What is Love to you?" They answer that I received was an awesome one that I had never thought of:
When God created the heavens and the earth, what ever way you want to think of it, the big explosion or whether he spoke it into existence, the fact is, is that he gave out his love. He spread it out. He created life out of love for us. He created all things so that every living thing could share in what love is, and our existence is a continuation of that love.
Now we have the opportunity to realize the existence of that level of love and share it with one another. So, I ask you, have you taken the time to really think about the last time you showed the ones you do love, how much you really love them.
God gave of himself, freely and openly, he made a sacrifice by giving his soul to man, and that "man" sacrificed himself out of love for us.
What have you done in the name of love lately?
Just wondering....
I had the opportunity to meet with some clients yesterday about their upcoming wedding. One question I typically ask is, "What is Love to you?" They answer that I received was an awesome one that I had never thought of:
When God created the heavens and the earth, what ever way you want to think of it, the big explosion or whether he spoke it into existence, the fact is, is that he gave out his love. He spread it out. He created life out of love for us. He created all things so that every living thing could share in what love is, and our existence is a continuation of that love.
Now we have the opportunity to realize the existence of that level of love and share it with one another. So, I ask you, have you taken the time to really think about the last time you showed the ones you do love, how much you really love them.
God gave of himself, freely and openly, he made a sacrifice by giving his soul to man, and that "man" sacrificed himself out of love for us.
What have you done in the name of love lately?
Just wondering....
Friday, January 29, 2010
Who is Moose De Bruce?
Many of you may be wondering who in the world is Moose De Bruce? That's a wonderful question, I am so glad you asked. You see, it has been a life long dream of mine to be a Children's Writer. My family on my mother's side has "supposedly" been linked back to Robert De Bruce, once the proclaimed leader of Scotland. Growing up, playing baseball, I wasn't the quickest guy on the field and apparently my coach thought I ran the bases like a moose; awkward yet with power and authority. And that nickname stuck through out highschool and beyond. So, I thought, I would put the two together and there you go.
So what does all of this have to do with the price of eggs in china? Another great question. In the near future I am going to introduce you to some of the characters that I have created. Moose De Bruce of course being one of them. Little Robbie, McKennasue, Sir Balboa of Nikon, Lord Sy of Las, and many more...
Soon you will meet them, some you will learn more about then others. So, if you are not a follower of the blog, by all means become one. Talk to you later...
Many of you may be wondering who in the world is Moose De Bruce? That's a wonderful question, I am so glad you asked. You see, it has been a life long dream of mine to be a Children's Writer. My family on my mother's side has "supposedly" been linked back to Robert De Bruce, once the proclaimed leader of Scotland. Growing up, playing baseball, I wasn't the quickest guy on the field and apparently my coach thought I ran the bases like a moose; awkward yet with power and authority. And that nickname stuck through out highschool and beyond. So, I thought, I would put the two together and there you go.
So what does all of this have to do with the price of eggs in china? Another great question. In the near future I am going to introduce you to some of the characters that I have created. Moose De Bruce of course being one of them. Little Robbie, McKennasue, Sir Balboa of Nikon, Lord Sy of Las, and many more...
Soon you will meet them, some you will learn more about then others. So, if you are not a follower of the blog, by all means become one. Talk to you later...
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Ode to politics...
I voted for President Obama. There are things that I see in him that I know could turn into greatness, and of course there are some things that I see that I don't like at all. I listened intently on everything that he had to said. I believe he has realized his mistakes and is going to try his hardest to make some changes. However will Congress follow suit with out whining and crying, ah, probably not. But that's really to be expected.
The way I see it, everyone who is skeptical needs to treat this like the a new head football coach. You can't expect miracles within the first year. Things are changing, adaptations have to be made, the staff and the players have to learn the plays and some people have to be let go. Are all the right calls going to be made, nope...but that just leaves room for adjustments and at the end of the season, they regroup and try to fix the issues from the previous season.
But in the end, the head coach has worked hard and earned his title. The players and the assistant coaches need to respect that title. They may not always like the plays called or how he may treat a particular situation, but he is still the head coach. This is one thing that really drives me insane. I understand that not everyone likes the president, or appreciates what he is doing, but dang on it, he is the President of the United States. It's like the Queen of England, she's not my queen, and I don't live in her country, but if she approached me, I would bow and show respect.
So, for Pete's sake America, he is our President, show some damn respect already!
I voted for President Obama. There are things that I see in him that I know could turn into greatness, and of course there are some things that I see that I don't like at all. I listened intently on everything that he had to said. I believe he has realized his mistakes and is going to try his hardest to make some changes. However will Congress follow suit with out whining and crying, ah, probably not. But that's really to be expected.
The way I see it, everyone who is skeptical needs to treat this like the a new head football coach. You can't expect miracles within the first year. Things are changing, adaptations have to be made, the staff and the players have to learn the plays and some people have to be let go. Are all the right calls going to be made, nope...but that just leaves room for adjustments and at the end of the season, they regroup and try to fix the issues from the previous season.
But in the end, the head coach has worked hard and earned his title. The players and the assistant coaches need to respect that title. They may not always like the plays called or how he may treat a particular situation, but he is still the head coach. This is one thing that really drives me insane. I understand that not everyone likes the president, or appreciates what he is doing, but dang on it, he is the President of the United States. It's like the Queen of England, she's not my queen, and I don't live in her country, but if she approached me, I would bow and show respect.
So, for Pete's sake America, he is our President, show some damn respect already!
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
A Struggle...
So, I graduated from college in 2003. It is now 2010, and I still have not completed my Master's Degree. Geesh, by now, I should have completed my PhD. So what the heck right?! I have made a few attempts to go back, but craziness always jumps in my way.
Well, now, one of my biggest struggles is figuring out what I want to do, what is it I want to study? I would love to get a degree in Photography or Art, but the only place that is offering anything "online" requires that you take the GRE... don't have the time or money for that. The schools that offer photography want like $500 up front as a deposit. I can barely come up with the fee to apply let alone a ridiculous deposit.
Then I thought, about History. Like studying the history of religion as a whole. I hate saying this, but all the schools out there are only offering Masters in Religion and then of course the religion is Christianity. Not that I am opposed to Christianity, it's just I want something more all encompassing.
Something about all religions...so, I thought philosophy, and I can't even find a school that fits my needs for that.
I don't feel supported at all. That's frustrating in itself. I want this for myself. Who am I kidding....
So, I graduated from college in 2003. It is now 2010, and I still have not completed my Master's Degree. Geesh, by now, I should have completed my PhD. So what the heck right?! I have made a few attempts to go back, but craziness always jumps in my way.
Well, now, one of my biggest struggles is figuring out what I want to do, what is it I want to study? I would love to get a degree in Photography or Art, but the only place that is offering anything "online" requires that you take the GRE... don't have the time or money for that. The schools that offer photography want like $500 up front as a deposit. I can barely come up with the fee to apply let alone a ridiculous deposit.
Then I thought, about History. Like studying the history of religion as a whole. I hate saying this, but all the schools out there are only offering Masters in Religion and then of course the religion is Christianity. Not that I am opposed to Christianity, it's just I want something more all encompassing.
Something about all religions...so, I thought philosophy, and I can't even find a school that fits my needs for that.
I don't feel supported at all. That's frustrating in itself. I want this for myself. Who am I kidding....
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Today was a pretty rough day...if you don't know me, I am that guy that has the friendly, everyone's friend, the jokester exterior, yet is the guy who is falling apart on the inside. Yea, that's me to a "T".
...Anger:
I am sure you are asking why I am bringing up this word, this emotion, this state of being. Anger has been my state of being for quite some time. At least on the inside. If you were to call me over the phone or see me out and about you would never know. What , you didn't know I am an awesome actor?!
The problem with this state of anger is that I cannot for the life of me tell you where this anger derives from. I don't know why I speak of it now, maybe to put it out there for therapeutic purposes. This brings me back to the emotional mess thing I was talking about earlier.
Today at church (Crossroads in Oakley, in case you were wondering) Brian spoke about emotions.He brought up some awesome points about educating yourself on your own emotions. Like keeping them in check, not being outrageous with them. In other words "Bi-Polar". You know going from one extreme feeling to the total polar opposite feeling.
Emotions are an awesome thing that God himself has blessed us with. They allow us to show, and feel, and be. Emotions show how awesome someone is, but can also show the villain.
What I have come to realize is that the root of the problem of having or showing emotions is not how we express them, it is indeed in fact as to whether or not we decide to express them at all. In our society, men specifically, are taught not to show emotions and very little if we do. Why is that? Why do we feel that it's not okay to show emotions, or to show how upset we truly are about a situation?
We have men and women that return from a active war zone, and don't know how to express themselves. Our children are showing an over-exaggeration of emotion and are not being taught how to properly express themselves in a healthy way.
So, with all of that being said, and after ranting long enough, I have come to the realization especially after today, that I have been and probably will continue to be over-sensitive about some situations and it's effecting me at my very core. I want to be the jovial, fun loving guy that I am known for. Instead, I am like the clown from the movie Spawn; mean and vile at times, and not funny nor cute at all.
Like I stated before I am a very emotional guy; and as the service went on today, the music that was playing, rocked my proverbial core and I wanted to cry out in such a manner that would allow all the angst that I have built inside me over time to be totally released. But I felt that would draw a huge amount of attention, and that in itself angered me, and so instead, I cried.
I cried out of anger, I cried out of desperation. I wanted so badly to cry out to my to God for Him to comfort me.
...and He did. As Brian spoke and the music played my heart was comforted. The knot started to unravel. Not completely by any means, but it was loosened.
I am sure there may be some of you out there that are skeptical of my behaviors and my thoughts on how God played into it. And that's okay.
But if you are to walk away from my thoughts today and retain anything, retain this:
"Open your heart, let yourself be open to have your knot loosened."
...Anger:
- a strong emotion; a feeling that is oriented toward some real or supposed grievance
- make angry; "The news angered him"
- the state of being angry
- become angry; "He angers easily"
- wrath: belligerence aroused by a real or supposed wrong (personified as one of the deadly sins)
I am sure you are asking why I am bringing up this word, this emotion, this state of being. Anger has been my state of being for quite some time. At least on the inside. If you were to call me over the phone or see me out and about you would never know. What , you didn't know I am an awesome actor?!
The problem with this state of anger is that I cannot for the life of me tell you where this anger derives from. I don't know why I speak of it now, maybe to put it out there for therapeutic purposes. This brings me back to the emotional mess thing I was talking about earlier.
Today at church (Crossroads in Oakley, in case you were wondering) Brian spoke about emotions.He brought up some awesome points about educating yourself on your own emotions. Like keeping them in check, not being outrageous with them. In other words "Bi-Polar". You know going from one extreme feeling to the total polar opposite feeling.
Emotions are an awesome thing that God himself has blessed us with. They allow us to show, and feel, and be. Emotions show how awesome someone is, but can also show the villain.
What I have come to realize is that the root of the problem of having or showing emotions is not how we express them, it is indeed in fact as to whether or not we decide to express them at all. In our society, men specifically, are taught not to show emotions and very little if we do. Why is that? Why do we feel that it's not okay to show emotions, or to show how upset we truly are about a situation?
We have men and women that return from a active war zone, and don't know how to express themselves. Our children are showing an over-exaggeration of emotion and are not being taught how to properly express themselves in a healthy way.
So, with all of that being said, and after ranting long enough, I have come to the realization especially after today, that I have been and probably will continue to be over-sensitive about some situations and it's effecting me at my very core. I want to be the jovial, fun loving guy that I am known for. Instead, I am like the clown from the movie Spawn; mean and vile at times, and not funny nor cute at all.
Like I stated before I am a very emotional guy; and as the service went on today, the music that was playing, rocked my proverbial core and I wanted to cry out in such a manner that would allow all the angst that I have built inside me over time to be totally released. But I felt that would draw a huge amount of attention, and that in itself angered me, and so instead, I cried.
I cried out of anger, I cried out of desperation. I wanted so badly to cry out to my to God for Him to comfort me.
...and He did. As Brian spoke and the music played my heart was comforted. The knot started to unravel. Not completely by any means, but it was loosened.
I am sure there may be some of you out there that are skeptical of my behaviors and my thoughts on how God played into it. And that's okay.
But if you are to walk away from my thoughts today and retain anything, retain this:
"Open your heart, let yourself be open to have your knot loosened."
Thursday, January 21, 2010
The coolest thing are the voices...the many voices that my wife uses when reading a book to my girls. It's hilarious...yet oh so adorable. The girls giggle, and squeal with laughter. As the next page is turn and the shark jumps out. Their eyes glisten with love towards their mother and when I see those looks my heart jumps with joy. When they stare endlessly at their mother's lips as she reads and makes silly noises their eyes smile and their souls are complete.
The love from a child runs deep. They love us, they trust us, they need us. It is crazy how much I need them too.
The love from a child runs deep. They love us, they trust us, they need us. It is crazy how much I need them too.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
...the tree has to be at least 100 feet tall he thought to himself. It is huge. First five no problem. Wow, it's the top and the view was awesome. He had climbed the huge pine tree and felt so proud of himself. He looked down at all his friends just looking up at him. Then....there was a crackling sound...then another, and another, and another. There was a quick blur and then the ground. He had fell out of the tree and hit the ground with a thud. Landing on the hard ground didn't even phase him. He was just happy he made it to the top.
Why did he climb the tree? Why did he feel so compelled to get to the top? Was it for his friends, to show off? Was it that he had to accomplish something? Was the view that great?
The boy had no fear...all he wanted to do was get to the top and enjoy himself...no fear. He wanted to enjoy what was out there, what was given to him. There was no video games, no cell phones, no texting, just outside.
When's the last time you enjoyed what was out there, given to you without the "worldly" games distracting you? Just a thought...
Why did he climb the tree? Why did he feel so compelled to get to the top? Was it for his friends, to show off? Was it that he had to accomplish something? Was the view that great?
The boy had no fear...all he wanted to do was get to the top and enjoy himself...no fear. He wanted to enjoy what was out there, what was given to him. There was no video games, no cell phones, no texting, just outside.
When's the last time you enjoyed what was out there, given to you without the "worldly" games distracting you? Just a thought...
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