out of town...

I'm going to be out of town for a few days. I'll start back up either Wednesday or Thursday. Until then here's a thought....

Why my knees hurt.

When I was in High School the doctors planned on starting in my feet at age 18 and spending the next few years working their way up my body performing surgeries to correct all my injuries and deformed joints. I was told to expect somewhere between 5 and 50 surgeries.

The soap lady.

Andrew, Joel and Caleb are preparing to participate in a pinewood derby race with their Boy Scout troop next month (a special needs Boy Scout troop, yeah, it’s ok, let your imagination run wild; I know I did). Hannah and I were walking through a crafts store today trying to kill time before picking the boys up from school and we looked at the pinewood derby display. You can’t buy a block of wood with wheels in it anymore. Every kit they offer is already precut. You buy a semi-truck racer, an indy racer, or a short track racer, but no plain-jane blocks of pine. I completely understand that not every man out there has a shop full of tools just waiting to create the fastest and prettiest pinewood derby car ever made, but what happened to the days when every garage had, at the least, a coping saw and some sandpaper. How many of you even know what a coping saw is? I know I’m not the first person to make this observation, but sometimes it just really hits home what kind of society we live in.

Nomde-nonde-nomn-demominational-istic

Moving a minimum of 10 hrs from family and friends makes for a pretty difficult situation for a young family. It’s not like we were the first people in history to strike out somewhere new with little more than hopes and dreams, but that doesn’t mean it was any less of a challenge. Another challenge that Hannah and I faced was trying to find a church. We had always assumed that being in ministry would lead us to a church as staff and we would automatically have a church home. Working for a nondenominational para-church organization removed that luxury from us (odd side not, I’m generally a somewhat well-spoken individual, but for years I could not properly pronounce ‘nondenominational’, it always ended up ‘nonde-nonde-non-denational’ and made me feel real intelligent every time).