From Super Baby to Superman

I can't believe it's already here. It seems like just last week I would pick up my little boy and hold him out like he was flying with his arms streched out and he would fly around the house saying "Super Baby". Written words can't mimic the sound of his laugh or excitement as we went around and around. And when I sat him down he would come back with his hands reaching out to me and say "Super Baby", and we would do it all again. He really was a super baby, the kind of baby that makes you think "hey, this raising kids stuff is pretty easy, let's have another one." So now we have four children, each one special, and each one super. Next month my little boy will graduate from high school and I don't know whether to laugh or cry. I seem to be doing both. I am so proud of the man that he has become. I wish for a second that I could pick him up and play super baby again and hold him in my arms so that nothing could get him, but now I have to let him go. If I have done my job as a father then he should be fine. He will leave our house this summer to attend college and I won't be there to make sure he gets up on time for class or gets his homework done or doesn't stay up to late. Maybe what makes me sad about him going is that I realize he doesn't need me so much anymore. After all He's not a super baby anymore, He is Superman!

Can You Change?

Well can you? Everyday I can see a little more of my dad coming out in me and thats ok most of the time. There are some characteristics that I would just as soon not have though. Like the ability to fill the garage with stuff just because I might need it some day. Or the unconscious act of driving slower when someone in the car is in a hurry. And how about, procrastination? Always putting off until the last minute with no time to correct for errors. But I can change, I don't have to be just like my parents. Yeah right, that's easier said than done. Notice the date of the last post to this blog. Four months have gone by since I last posted anything. I guess my mantra has been, "It can wait." So once again I'm going to change. What brought on this sudden burst of determination, you might ask? I'm glad you did ask. This weekend I got to take my boys out to the lake for a while. Well it's really more of a lake bed, not much water around. Anyway, we hiked up and out of the valley to look over the lake and while we were there a helicopter/airplane, (OSPREY) flew over. Immediately I was given a lesson on the maneuverability of the craft and several other details, gotta love teenagers, although most of it I already knew. One thing stood out to me though. And that is the ability for change. At take off the rotors are up like a helicopter so the craft can achieve lift quickly and without a runway. When enough altitude is aquired the engines and rotors are "changed", tilted to the front until they face forward like that of an airplane, and they propel the plane forward. With out that critical change of position it would be impossible for this plane to fly.

So many times I achive lift and even altitude, but my inability to change me prohibits my forward momentum. So I will trade in my altitude for momentum and remind myself that I can change. The OSPREY has a pilot and crew that works the controls and causes the change, I have Jesus. And I know that with Jesus, I can do all things, even change.

I Remember When

Her name was Eloise. As she rose up out of the warm water of the Gulf of Mexico she sent before her a wall of water sixteen feet high and winds of one hundred and twenty five miles an hour. Just hours earlier it had been predicted that this hurricane would hit land closer to Louisiana and as a category 2 storm, but a sharp turn to the northeast and a growing intensity sent her to Panama City, Florida as a category 3.
It was September 23, 1975. We were living in Enterprise, Alabama, about 90 miles from the coast. Like most of the residents there we weren’t worried about the storm as we went to bed the night before. Mom was in the hospital because of a diseased gall bladder and dad kept making the commute from the hospital out to the house to check on us kids. He had gone early on the 23rd to be with mom when the news came out that Eloise’s path would take her directly over us and the wind and rain had already begun. The electricity went out first and then the phone lines so there was no communication. Four children from the age of sixteen down to five years old were sitting in the house watching as the pine trees in the front yard would bend over and touch the ground with their tops. Sitting on the sofa holding my dog I asked my brothers and sister what we should do. We all agreed that we should pray. So we did. On the highway officers stopped dad and said he couldn’t go on because of the dangerous winds, but he explained to them that his children were home and he was going there, they let him pass.
As the eye of the storm came over there was a very strange calm that came with it. We knew the calm was only temporary and that after the eye passed, the back wall of the storm would come, and then it would be over. So, we accepted the calm and kept praying. Soon the wind and rain began again but there was peace in our house and we knew we were ok. After the storm, the devastation around town was unbelievable. Trees that had stood for centuries were blown out of the ground, and roads were completely blocked from the debris. Every chain saw in town was busy and every person who was able was doing their part to clean up.
I was recently reminded again of Eloise and the devastation that storms in our lives can bring, and the most important thing I can tell you is this. Teach your children to pray. When they can’t reach you they can still reach Jesus. Jesus spoke these words in the gospel of John chapter 16 and verse 33 “I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.”

What's My Motivation?

Different people respond to different motivators. One thing that moves me to action faster than anything else is pain. I can be hungry and wait for a while to eat. I can be sad and still function. But, when I am in pain, get out of the way. This was really proven to me this past week. When the soreness in my side suddenly became excruciating burning ripping pain. My body was trying to pass a kidney stone. Emphasis on trying. After a week and more x-rays the Dr. said the stone hadn't moved and something would have to be done. My response was, "your going to put what up where?" I don't think so. Then the pain came again and I didn't care what they did, I just wanted it out. During that time when the pain medication wasn't helping I would pray. More specifically I would praise. I would praise God and rejoice because he knows me. And as I praised then I would have the strength to bear the pain. God is so good. Pain may motivate some to become angry or bitter, but I have learned a long time ago that anger and bitterness only makes the pain more intense and less tolerable. So, I will always praise Him through the pain.

Overflow

Luk 6:45 A good man produces good out of the good storeroom of his heart. An evil man produces evil out of the evil storeroom, for his mouth speaks from the overflow of the heart.

Recently my son wanted to wash his cap, so he put it in a frame and stuck it in the dishwasher. But he didn't want to use the regular dishwashing detergent because he was afraid that it might bleach the cap. Instead he used liquid detergent that is used in the sink not the dishwasher. It wasn't long before the dishwasher was filled with foam from the detergent and it had to go somewhere. Wrong detergent, wrong results.

It's really a very simple concept. When there is too much of something inside a container some of it has to come out. When you're happy everyone around you knows it, and when you're angry everyone knows it. Those emotions show through because that is what is overflowing in your heart at the time. Anxiety, depression, worry also shows on your face and in your words when they are abundant in your heart, as does compassion and joy. Sometimes we aren't even aware of what is flowing out of our mouth or heart. Complaining and bitterness flow so easily, yet what does that show is in your heart. Put the right stuff in and the right stuff will come out.

God on the Mountains

It's easy to praise God when life is good. When we're looking at life from the top of a great mountain and we can see the beauty of creation all around, praise just seems to flow effortlessly. Maybe an awesome service at church blesses you and you are on top of a spiritual mountain basking in God's presence. Mountain top experiences bring such a great relief and refreshing. On top of that mountain Satan knows that you are too close to God for him to reach you, so he waits. Like King Ben-Hadad in the old testament, Satan thinks that God is only God on the mountain. He will wait until you are in the valley or on the plains. Surrounded by life's struggles and hindrances we find ourselves looking at circumstanses instead of praising God and we make our way off the mountain down to the valley and into the traps set by the enemy of our soul. But, just as King Ben-Hadad found out, God is still God in the valley and on the plains. And, God is with you in the valley like He is on the mountain. Sickness may bring you down, debt may bring you down, family difficulties may bring you down, but God is still God. When you call on his name he will deliver you from your enemies. Praise him when you are on the mountain and when you are in the valley because he is there.

Beauty For Ashes

"...to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair."
How cool is that? God is good!