Oh my.

You wouldn’t believe what a hard worker my man is!  He’s been outside most of the day fixing some holes in the yard.  I’m so grateful for him.  He definitely complements my weaknesses with his strengths. 

The boys are so taken with Daddy.  We’re excited to celebrate him tomorrow.  Actually, we like to take celebrations maybe a little too far and this has been a Father’s Day Weekend.  Last night we got to swim in a pool of a dear friend of his.  The boys love the water, having Daddy toss them in the air and land either in water (big boy) or my arms (little boy). 

Today?  The only thing he wanted (well, besides to fix the lawn) was Chik-Fil-A for lunch.  Nothing too fancy for him!  But we enjoyed a picnic on the porch. 

Tonight we will celebrate a friend’s birthday as a family.  And tomorrow I’ll cook him up something he loves.  It’s my pleasure to serve him (especially on this kind of weekend) one of his love languages: food!

My heart is tender toward he and my father today.  One of the reasons I love things like Facebook is it connects me with other people and their stories.  I love looking through people’s pictures and stories honoring their fathers.   My Dad is no exception.  I’m grateful for all he has done and does do for us.  One of my favorite memories of us is when I was learning to run long distances in high school.  He would hop on his bike and ride alongside me (very slowly for him, which I’m sure was frustrating!) and time my miles with a stop watch.  We all show love in different ways.  He was always my biggest fan in sports.

Well, little one’s nap is running long and big one just finished making a video of himself with our camera, talking about some Lego creations he’s made.  Fun idea (not mine).  But we’re gonna either play a game here or something.  But before I do that, I wanted to make sure and write something down…

I’ve heard and seen a lot today something along these lines:  Everything is not about me.  I struggle with this.  Like the guy on the radio goes, “Isn’t it great that you can hear a song and it speaks to you just like it speaks to me, too?”  Or on Facebook: “I know this lovely breeze wasn’t just for me, but it feels like a gift.”

I wanted to take that as a Divine Hint.  To not post things on here as if the whole world revolves around me.  I hope that when the lyrics of a song are posted on here, you enjoy the words, too.  I hope when I share my stories and struggles, you think of your own.  I hope when God seems to be reaching down and giving me a big hug in the middle of my day, your eyes are open to how He breaks through your routine to be demonstrative with His love to you, too. 

If I hurt you somehow, please, please talk to me.  Email me or post a comment.  Or if I know you in real life (hi! love you!) pull me aside.  I can be a mess, I know.  But I’m usually willing to talk things out if you’ll give me the chance.  It is not likely I will only share things on here that are squeaky clean and smiley, though.  But do you know why? 

Because there is a world dying out there.  And they may see our hope, but they also need some sort of foothold for them to relate to us.  Somehow.  They have to know we’re not perfect.  That the lifestyle we preach is not out of their reach…but precisely that the Savior is within their reach. 

I will try to continue to share in a way that glorifies Him and not my plans.  His strength, not just my weaknesses. 

Thank You, Jesus, for the tremendous relief that it’s about You. 

It’s too big of a load any other way.

(No time to edit…we’re about to paint!!)