Stories and other stuff

Hi Gang! Tonight finds me in Klamath Falls, Oregon, with my GF.  We're headed into week five of our first date and we're having a terrific time.  Yes, Oregon!  Yes I'm supposed to be here.  Supposed to be.  I mean that...  We're not here by accident, although it's the result of an accident that brought us here this weekend. I mentioned that my GF (yup, GF!)'s car got hit and totaled by a drunk driver.  It's from that accident that all of the things that have transpired over the last month have culminated in today's story. Her family lives here in Oregon and this is where she's from.  It's been fun to see her in town and seeing folks she knows.  KF is about half the size of O-Town and it's a small town!  For example, we needed a locksmith today and the guy knew her and her ex's family.  It was kind of cool to see folks not know each other, but realize they do know each other. The GF has a car here she needs back home a...

First off, let me start by saying that the last post probably wasn't one of my better efforts.  I wasn't boasting or blowing my own horn, though.  I just think it's cool that Scripture is having that kind of effect on my life.  I might do things I didn't always do before and I'm understanding the reasons why.  Yes, keeping your nose in the Word can do that to you. The thing is though, at least I think so anyway, that it seems I write better from a position of angst than I do from happy.  I don't think my frame of mind has much to do with that.  It's more that in happy I'm trying to stay that way by not telling stories. It's funny to me the things that weigh heavy on my mind these days.  I don't have a problem with things, but sometimes I have a problem with how things look.  I mean that.  And what I mean by that is a little thing like the geography in my house.  I have the small bedroom and the girl has the master.  A chick told...

I never thought something as simple as a peanut butter sandwich can make someone's day. My roommate and I keep different hours.  She's asleep when I come home.  I work days.  She works nights.  She's Catholic and doesn't eat meat on Fridays.  I don't eat meat on Fridays in front of her.  We have fish.  She knows she doesn't have  to do that.  She chooses to.  And I choose to eat what she eats. I read a story about that in the Bible, where Paul talks about eating things someone else might find "unclean" and he suggests we be supportive of other peoples' choices.  I do that on Friday. My roomie texted me this morning.  She told me she thought I probably forgot it was Friday and she was going to starve because I made her a sandwich with meat.  To her surprise, she opened her bag of goodies and found a peanut butter and honey sammich for her lunch.  That meant a lot to her, I think, that I remembered that.  Hey...

I love my son.  I mean that.  There's nothing I wouldn't do for him.  Everything I have I share, so when the kid needed the car and I had two, hey, I shared. My son didn't inherit his father's mechanical ability.  I needed to remember that yesterday.  I also needed to remember that he doesn't know much about cars.  He's fixin' to git a lesson, though. I got the Saturn home.  It took about two hours and six gallons of fluid.  I nursed it and it never overheated.  Didn't even come close.  God gets all the praise and glory for that!  Sans divine intervention, there's no way that car made it home. I had a friend pick up the car for me.  I need it for about ten days due to some un-forseen circumstances in my life.  Normally we switch out, but again, circumstances are preventing that from happening.  So, my friend works in the SL valley, so I had the friend drop me off and then take the car to work.  It died ther...

Hi gang, I know the posts have been a bit sporadic over the last month or so but so much has happened in the last month or so in my life.  It's been kind of a whirlwind, so to speak, and it's just taken a bit to catch my breath. As with anyone's life, there are a couple of hurdles to overcome. That's just to be expected.  Honestly, they're not even worth mentioning.  We'll be taking care of what needs taking care of in the next couple of weeks and it'll be all right. Lots of good things have happened in the last three weeks.  My truck is all fixed.  The passenger side is repainted and the rear bumper is brand new.  I still need to have the air conditioning looked at, but for a 1997 Chevron is in pretty darn good shape. When I started at Hill Field, I made friends with three of the guys on the crew and this weekend I got to spend some time with each of these guys.  On Friday, I ran into one of them at the ball game.  We had free tickets but...

OK, Now my dogs have their own TV channel.  TV for dogs.  I'm not kidding.  It's on Directv channel 354.  It's so your muttleys don't get lonely when you're gone. I kid you not. I can't believe it, but yup, dog TV. With all the things going on in the world, someone thought dog tv would be a great idea.  People are out of work and starving in America but we have dog tv. Really?

There are some stories worth telling, even if it means writing two posts in one day. I had to print some stuff out yesterday.  When I hooked up the computer to the printer, among the other things that printed out were some notes for a Bible study on the book of John I'd compiled and printed out over a month ago. I set them aside, wondering why they printed out and just figuring I'd need them. I did. Today, we jump-started our mens' Bible study at church.  I needed the notes because folks showed up! That's a praise!  And then I got home. And someone asked me why it said in the copy of the Bible that was open to start reading in the Gospel of John!  No accident.  No coincidence. I know it's a Christian meme but I'm beginning to understand the truth that God does not call the equipped but He equips the called. God is GOOD all the time and worthy to be praised!

Among the things I cherish most about my closest friends is their ability to ask me tough questions and to not be afraid to offer some tough words when they're needed.  I mean that.  Proverbss 27:6 (NIV) says this about the subject:  Wounds from a friend can be trusted, but an enemy multiplies kisses. My friends who aren't afraid to talk to me bluntly about things are the most cherished.  I mean that, guys!  Don't ever stop. Having said that, a friend asked me today why I stopped blogging.  To tell you the truth, I just haven't hit on anything to write about.  I met someone.  Life is great.  Things are going very well and we're being very well blessed here at Lark Circle.  Past that, I don't have a lot to say.  I'm cognizant of the fact that what I say about all of that can be misinterpreted by having to re-write my last blog post.  A lack of blog posts could also suggest something, too.  It's not that I haven't tried ...

OK, I tossed the old post because it left a wrong impression. I want to start this out by saying I met someone.  I think she's terrific.  I also don't think it was by accident that we met, although an accident would play a pivotal part in a story that's not ready to share. What is ready to share is what I just did. Things happen in my life and I'm just in awe at the speed in which they do these days.  A month ago, I re-filed divorce papers after the still small voice said quit fighting a fight that's already won.  I did.  When I did, the clerk told us that the judge hardly ever signs the papers to waiver the 90 day waiting period.  A week later, I'd be told he did sign the waiver and I just had to file the rest of the papers.  I did and we're done.  Just like that. I wrote in the last post about that still, small voice telling me some things were on the horizon.  I've been in the darkness for so long, and then when the sun rises, it's f...

I don't write much these days, it seems.  I suppose it's for a variety of factors; one I'm busy.  Two, there's some things that are best private. I've been thinking of the things I've posted lately and the impression they could leave with you, dear reader about yours truly.  I gotta tell you, if you think I'm anything other than excited for the future, you're dead wrong. God didn't stop working in my life, nor did it end when my marriage did.  The marriage was over a long, long time ago.  I just felt compelled, and led, to try and make it work.  It didn't.  The way it ended, though, was pretty impressive.  I prayed and God answered.  In God's providence, He led me to get to the point to give in on a point I thought I shouldn't and told me, in that still, small voice about the stuff needing to go and some things that are on the horizon. I think this week, those things may have started to fall into place.  If I thought life was stran...