Workin for a Livin

In case you haven’t heard me say it before, raising your own support for ministry is difficult, especially when you’re a goober like me. After almost a year of support raising and several months of stasis, we decided along with the administration at the ministry that it was time to start working at the ministry in hopes that we could A) actually get some ministry done, and 2) show some evidence of ministry to those I was soliciting for support. It was really a trial by fire scenario since the first event we had on the calendar was a music festival hosting 17 bands and expecting attendance in the tens of thousands.

What's wrong with me? So many things.

To be completely honest with you I am having trouble finding any motivation to write this blog today. It just seems incredibly petty in light of the past few days. We’ve been too busy over the past weeks and I had apparently forgotten how much I hate being too busy. Our heater broke during the coldest season in years and UPS decided that my two day delivery should actually take two weeks so I spent $150 on diesel trying to keep our house at a reasonable level and prevent our pipes from freezing. I’ve crawled under other’s houses trying to help them with their pipes. Hannah and I photographed a wedding this past weekend and that was the first income we’ve seen since January 8^th.

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.