Saturday, March 3

umpa what?

Umpa Lumpa, doompadee doo

We have a perfect puzzle for you

Umpa Lumpa, doompadee dee

If you are wise you will listen me

What do you get when you guzzle down sweets?

Eating as much as an elephant eats?

What are you at getting terribly fat?

What do you think will come of that?

I don't like the look of it

Umpa Lumpa, doompadee dah

If you're not greedy you will go far

You will live in happiness too

Like the Umpa Lumpa doompadee do

Doompadee do


bet you want an upma lumpa wig. i know i do. it is fresh.

Friday, March 2

expelled

acts 13: 50-52
But the Jews incited the God-fearing women of high standing and the leading men of the city. They stirred up persecution against Paul and Barnabas, and expelled them from their region. So they shook the dust from their feet in protest against them and went to Iconium. And the disciples were filled with joy and with the Holy Spirit.

what an amazing gift from God to be filled with joy and the Holy Spirit after being expelled from a region. sometimes life throws us a curve ball. sometimes we can't control the situation. yet through the tough times we grow closer to our Most High God and learn to trust that his ways are better than our own.

Tuesday, February 27

my boy

there is nothing in this world like the love a father gives to his children. no where else can an individual influence another being like that of a parent/child relationship. being a father of 5 years now, i realize how many mistakes i have made with my son. the mistakes are endless. my selfishness, anger, disappointment, sarcasm, frustration, and absent-ness are just some of the flaws i have displayed to my son. i wish i could start over and show my son the father that he deserves. and he has deserved a better father. he is a good boy. he is a great son. he has outstanding qualities and unbelievable abilities.
i know my son like the back of my hand. he cant pull anything over on me. all of his flaws are the ones that i have given him, so i know what to expect when he is trying to get something or pull something over on dear ol' dad. he has great morals, too. he knows what is good. he know what is bad. he tries to do the right thing even when he is emotional, even though it is so tough for him. isn't it tough for us all?
my creative caleb. he loves to use his hands. whether it is shaping a play doe dino or building a lego submarine, he loves his art. he loves things that he can destroy, just to build them over again. that is why we don't buy him things that aren't supposed to come apart. he will find a way to make it come apart. yet, daddy likes when his son breaks things that aren't supposed to break because it gives him a teaching opportunity on how to fix things. now, my son doesn't have the patience to color from edge to edge, staying within the lines, but he can sit for hours on end with six play doe colors rocking out as many reptiles as his hands can muster.
i remember the time at our townhome, over the period of a week, we built a tractor from a kit. it was a lot of fun, but it required a lot of patience and working with directions, not a strength of my son yet. so, each day we would spend 15 minutes building this wooden tractor. at the end of the week it was finished, and we gave eachother high fives. the next day he played with it in the dirt and never touched it again. but i will always value that time spent with him. in fact, working with others is a strength for my son. he is not a loner, like his father, but rather loves to incorporate a team of individuals to work or play with him. he is much more effective when working with someone, than he is alone. now, he does have a selfish issue, which tends to get in the way of his team working abilities, but i feel time will smooth out his selfishness.
a couple of weeks ago we finished our math book. that was a major milestone as caleb and homework go as well together as dad and homework. but we did it. once again, like the tractor build, we took each day slowly and carefully. we focused on making good numbers, as opposed to backwards numbers, and hitting the top and bottom line with the number. 6, 9, and 15 were our troublespots, but we worked it out. he is a smart boy. and he needs a little more attention, and i intend to give him that. i understand, as he is me, in this regard. he was so excited to finish his math book, though. he was like, "ok daddy, we're all done!" and i said, "yep." little does he know that that was only the kindergarden math book. so, i hope he doesn't have the false expectation that we will be doing all the grades as well.
i love my family. i dont want to have any regrets. more time together means less time apart. there is nothing in this world like a parent/child relationship.

Sunday, February 25

not by sight

how many times do i just go and do what i want, when i want, without consulting God first. i see something, and i go for it. yet, i say that God is in control of my life. pastor earls message this week really hit home with me. i need to have the faith and relationship with God that Abraham did. Abraham knew God. he trusted God. he let Lot take first pick, knowing that God would take care of him. that is faith. that is love.
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The LORD said to Abram after Lot had parted from him, "Lift up your eyes from where you are and look north and south, east and west. 15 All the land that you see I will give to you and your offspring [a] forever. 16 I will make your offspring like the dust of the earth, so that if anyone could count the dust, then your offspring could be counted. 17 Go, walk through the length and breadth of the land, for I am giving it to you."
on two different occasions this previous year i made the decision to put money down on homes without first consulting the Lord. i chose first, then decided to pray. that is error. i need to grow and learn from that. but more than that, i dont want to choose by sight. i want to choose by faith. i want to say that what i do will fail, unless El Elyon is in it.

the battle...

the battle raged on. blood, sweat, and tears consumed our armor. we were tired, stressed, and consumed with victory as we fought to the death in Wii tennis. 'love' was not an option. the overall winner was my cuz steve. but just between you and me, i think he had some sort of hax going on. especially since he didn't use the wrist strap. that is a tell tale sign that something was fishy. good job steve. i look forward to seeing your downfall in the near future.