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Not all cans of white paint are the same.

They put steel toes in boots for a reason.

Threadbare can happen to a great pair of pants, or even to a vaunted set of Michelin tires.

There is no such thing as a free lunch, but tomatoes, peppers, and watermelon may come pretty close.

Sometimes, the dog just gets away.  If your lucky, persistent, or both, they might find their way back home.  The same is true of people, sometimes.

And yes, the text doesn’t always make perfect sense.   Such is life.

Good thing we have each other…

😺

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Only constant 


One of the basic tenants of mathematics, I’m told, is the role of what are known as “constants”.

In economics, as in life, there are few (if any) constants.  One might say the only constant is change.   Just ask soon to be former British PM David Cameron.

Historic times are often only recognized as such when viewed through a rear view mirror.

But, this life is not all it is about.

“Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever.”‭‭ Hebrews‬ ‭13:8‬ ‭

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It is Fathers Day eve 2016, and in the midst of all the heat and humidity, I almost made myself cry.   

Or was it the story?

Storybook endings

Fairy tales coming true

Deep down inside

We want to believe they still do


What does it mean to have a “Dad Brand”, anyway?

With all due respect to comedian Jim Gaffigan, I don’t think it has anything to do with Chrysler minivans, or even “stow and go seating”, but I could be wrong.

I rose early this morning to a quiet house and a driving rainstorm, so my planned yard work had to wait.   In the lull, I watched one of my secretly favorite movies, Disney’s “Enchanted”. 

In our secretest heart

It’s our favorite part of the story

Let’s just admit

We all want to make it to
Ever ever after



Start a new fashion

Wear your heart on your sleeve

Sometimes you reach what’s realest

By making believe


I’ve never been found not guilty of wearing my heart on my sleeve.  

Maybe that’s part of the Dad Brand?  Regardless, it’s about more than oil changes, mowing equipment, or beating my kids at Stratego.

I’ve never been found not guilty of that, either.  😉

Unafraid, unashamed

There is joy to be claimed in this world


You even might wind up

Being glad to be you

Ever ever after

Though the world will tell you

It’s not smart

Ever ever after

The world can be yours


Maybe a big part of casting a good Dad Brand is mimicking those who came before you.  If so, I think I’m on a good path, even though I don’t own a Gaffigan inspired minivan like my dad did…

Forever could even start today

Ever ever after

*Ever Ever After lyrics by Disney and Carrie Underwood.

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Adventure road?

I was driving my hybrid past a wind farm yesterday, and it got me to thinking.   Sorry to spoil the fun.

Truthfully, while driving past said wind farm in said hybrid, Little Frau looked over and asked “what are you thinking about”, so here we go.

“Adventure Road” is an ad campaign sponsored by a Native American tribe in an effort to promote tourism in our fair state, and ultimately, the desire to end up in one of said tribe’s casinos.

I must admit, I-35 can indeed be described as “adventure road”, at least from my experience.   This highway is to me in many ways what the mighty Mississippi was to Tom and Huck in great mythical tales of days gone by.


Many of my earliest memories are of the “long trips” out of town to go visit family in Oklahoma or take a weekend camping excursion.

I recall stories from a middle school science teacher telling of the time near the year of my birth when this roadbed was blasted from the mountains blocking its path, and the straitons and scars from those blast bores fascinate me to this day whenever I drive past.


I recall my family’s first true experience with hazardous travel conditions, and how we followed the ruts worn down by others till finally, safely, we arrived at home.

They say life is about taking risks, but that does not mean it is a roll of the dice.

“Now listen, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go to this or that city, spend a year there, carry on business and make money.” Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. Instead, you ought to say, “If it is the Lord’s will, we will live and do this or that.”” ‭‭James‬ ‭4:13-15‬ 

So, here I sit this morning, farther south down “adventure road” than the place I call home.   Farther south, or farther along?   I hope you get the point.

I have travelled this road in old Chevys, stodgy minivans, mammoth SUV’s, bland Ford sedans, zippy German sports cars, more than a few unexpectedly rented U-Haul trucks, and the more recent Japenese hybrid.

I’ve zipped down this path at frightening speed, and I’ve limped along it slowly with white knuckle tension.   I’ve had a few seconds where I feared death, and countless hours where I’ve pondered life.

I’ve travelled to weddings, to school, to jobs, to vacations, to wakes and funerals, and even to new births.

Here, today, is where we find ourselves.

So, here’s to adventure road, and whatever path the LORD may lead us to as we venture down the path.

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Much has been said recently about a child, an animal, and those in positions of responsibility.   

Who was watching?

Who was in charge?

Who is to blame?


It reminds me a little of the old school ramblings (70’s era) of Sheriff Roscoe P Colatrane.   He often found himself “scuffing his car”, among other things.

And then there was that dog.

I find myself scuffing things from time to time.   My knuckles, my car, my house, my pride…you get the picture.

I find others scuffing things too, and my heart wants to cast blame.

Who was watching?

Who is in charge?

Sometimes, things happen for a reason, and sometimes they just happen.


And we know, and the end of the day, who is really in charge.

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Little Frau once said she prayed over this table, for this table, and for what it will become, that being a gathering place for family, friends, and moments.

A few weeks in, and we are off to a good start.

Here is a prayer for the days that are to come.

Amen?

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  A funny thing happened to me on my way to the epiphany.   I lost my phone.  Please allow me to explain.

Often times my quiet mornings result in realizations.   Sometimes they come from a book.   Sometimes they simply result from thinking through and reviewing the events, successes, and failures of the past week.   I then proceed to journal them on my little electronic friend, the iPhone.

My quiet time this morning yielded more of the same.   But I couldn’t find my security token.   Finally I resorted to grabbing the land line (yes, we still have one of those) and using it for what it is best at: Calling to help me find the misplaced cell.

Making the call left me some visual reminders: 

Home.

Messages.

Accept.

Decline.

I look inside the phone, and I see calendars, lists, reminders, images, and apps.

Those things cause me to remember what I have to do, what I love to do, and what I tend to fall into:

Moving houses

Climbing mountains

Carrying stuff

And they prompt me to “lyric vault moments” like this one:

You must

You must think I’m strong

To give me what I’m going through

Well, forgive me

Forgive me if I’m wrong

But this looks like more than I can do

On my own

I know I’m not strong enough to be

everything that I’m supposed to be

I give up

I’m not strong enough

Hands of mercy won’t you cover me

Lord right now I’m asking you to be

Strong enough

Strong enough

For the both of us

Well, maybe

Maybe that’s the point

To reach the point of giving up

Cause when I’m finally

Finally at rock bottom

Well, that’s when I start looking up

And reaching out

I know I’m not strong enough to be

Everything that I’m supposed to be

I give up

I’m not strong enough

Hands of mercy won’t you cover me

Lord right now I’m asking you to be

Strong enough

Strong enough*

So, today, I will finish these thoughts, put down my phone, and go on with the business of living.

For the both of us…


* lyrics to Matthew West’s  “strong enough”

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