Both have given lessons to other people and both of them have played and led the worship services at my hometown church for years, heck, decades now. You get the point. Loads of talent. Continue reading “Get Back Up”
The house that I grew up in had an upstairs bedroom that was humongous. Besides that one room, there were two other rooms that sat off to the side. Continue reading “Sleeping Upstairs”
When I was in seventh grade, my locker was right next to the locker that was used by this kid named Todd. Now, he was a couple years older than I was but had flunked a couple of grades in order to put himself in the position to have a locker next to mine (I’m not serious here, I’m certain that wasn’t the real reason why Todd was two grades behind his peers). Continue reading “Todd”
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.
I was driving home from work last night, listening to a Youtube video by Mike Korzemba about Michael Jordan. The content of the video centered on David Thompson, who is a former NBA star who has been, for the most part, forgotten.
However, this dude was the guy who Michael Jordan patterned his game after. So, Korzemba’s point was that the world would not have had Michael Jordan (or at least the version of him that we know) if it had not been for David Thompson. Continue reading “Who are you influencing?”
So, I have this old journal notebook that my mother gave me a couple of decades or so ago. In it is a series of writing prompts that are supposed to help us chronical our lives in order for the person that gave it to us to have a better picture of who we are. I never gave it back to her. Oops. I filled out the first portion of this book but never finished it. Continue reading “Kids Are Jerks, You Probably Were Too”
My son has been pushing some boundaries over the last couple of days and it has me extremely frustrated (I know, who doesn’t experience this). A couple of nights ago, he seemingly was on a mission to destroy my very last nerve. He had been told to take a break from electronics for the night but repeatedly tried to get back on his mother’s laptop to play Roblox. Continue reading “Discipline Is Good”
I find it incredibly frustrating when I am having a conversation with a grown adult who refuses to work. You know what I am talking about. This is not the person who has to scrape by because they are disabled and cannot do hard labor. I am also not talking about the single mom who cannot afford to work outside of the house because her entire paycheck would go towards child-care Continue reading “Go Get That Cash”