Working For The Weekend

I’m sitting at home for the first of two days off and it is fantastic. Don’t get me wrong. I love my job. It’s extremely challenging and pays very well.

The hours can get pretty long and I often feel like I spend more time at the mill than I do in my own home. However, for this evening, I’m just relaxing at the house.

Caleb is laying on the couch watching Garfield on Netflix. Sydney is up in her room, most likely watching Youtube videos on her tablet or talking to her cousin, Kennedy.

Mysaiah just got home from his job and I can hear him talking to my wife upstairs. The house is pretty calm, which is exactly how I like it.

Tomorrow morning, if weather permits, we will be making a trip down to Mt. Vernon to meet up with some friends for lunch at Ryan’s. They are former co–workers of ours from Baptist Children’s Home and Family Services in Carmi, IL and Patrick Henry Family Services in Brookneal, VA.

I am so thankful for my days off. I try my hardest not to just sit in front of the tv when I’m home. The temptation is always there. After all, I’ve had a hard week of work. I deserve to kick back and relax, right? Sure. And, my family gives me all the time to relax that I ever need.

But, that’s not really what being a parent is about, is it? See, I don’t love my weekends because it gives me a chance to relax. I love them because it gives me more time with the people that mean the absolute most to me.

It’s great for a person to have a job that they enjoy and that they can put an honest day’s work into. However, that job should be a way to provide for our family. As valuable as that is, it cannot even begin to compare to the time that we get to spend with our families when we are not at work.

Remember that this week while you are at work. You’re working for the weekend.

When that time comes, what will you do with it?

Life is Strange. Live it Well.


One of the greatest struggles that a person will have as they transition from their childhood into their adult years is understanding who they are. What is my identity? Am I really nothing more than what other people see in me? Is my identity tied to something buried deep within myself? Is it created by my desires or does it stem from my actions (these really are two completely different places)? Is my identity based on this physical space that I occupy or is it anchored in a spiritual place and to a deity that dwells in that location (I won’t get all theological on you here but would love to discuss this very thing if you are interested)? Continue reading “Nicknames”

Everyone Learns Differently, Part 2

My wife and I made a decision, about 7 or 8 years ago, that we would home school our children. That decision has been met by a myriad of differing opinions (not that it is the business of anyone but us) in regards to this decision. Many people have been in support of this decision, as homeschooling tends to produce a unique type of brain that scores higher on standardized testing (look up the studies in these regards if you don’t believe me).  Others criticized our decision based on their belief that our children would fall behind their peer group or become socially retarded because they grow up in a bubble. Continue reading “Everyone Learns Differently, Part 2”

There is more to it than just moving

Back in April of this past year, my family and I loaded up in our 18-year-old Ford Expedition and a U-Haul and began a 650-mile journey across the country from Illinois to Virginia to begin a new chapter in our lives. We worked as house parents at Baptist Children’s Home in Illinois and had been offered a similar position at Patrick Henry Family Services in Virginia. We had housing provided at both locations. Seems like an easy move right? WRONG! Continue reading “There is more to it than just moving”

04/24/16 – Random Virginia Road Trip #1

For the past fifteen years, I have had been doing this thing that I have referred to as “Random Road Trips” as a way to discover new things and places. I started these trips back when I lived in Flora, IL and recently began taking them again with the boys at the Baptist Children’s Home as a way of discovering new places. I did not know what to expect with those boys as I had never really done these random trips with anyone other than myself.

They loved them!

Okay, so here’s how a Random Road Trip works. Obviously, it is completely random. At this point, you might ask, “How do you randomize a road trip? You would have to have some sort of destination right? You couldn’t just drive somewhere without any input.” Here is how this goes. In order for the trip to be truly random, the driver has to have no input whatsoever in regards to the destination. In order to do that, there has to be some other deciding factor that makes those decisions for you. In my system, those factors are stop signs and my trucks clock.

Continue reading “04/24/16 – Random Virginia Road Trip #1”

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