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Weekly Update

It’s so hard for me to do anything that takes discipline. At the risk of overcommitting and underdelivering, I’m at least going to try and a blahhhg entry that shares some benign family updates and looks ahead to the week. That way, I hope to get in the habit of capturing regular thoughts, putting them into a blog entry and adding others as God brings them to mind. So, here goes week 1 of our weekly update.

We had a great time as a family going to the Arkansas Traveler’s baseball game on Saturday. Full schedules rarely permit us to do things as a family anymore. We don’t have many days left so we need to be more intentional about making those times a priority. After the game, we enjoyed fireworks over the Arkansas River. Great seats from inside a very nice AAA minor league outdoor ballpark. If you visit us during the summer, we’ll make sure to take you out to the ball game.

Have you ever had one of those projects you envisioned completing over a long day or even a weekend but found yourself weeks later still working on it? I have and do. We’ve had erosion over the past four years and it’s caused our backyard to retain water (no mitol jokes). What started as a relatively simple task of digging a couple of long ditches and digging some holes for drywells has become the project from h… However, all good things must come to an end, and we are nearing the end of phase I of this project. If you want to see how it looks or what I’m referring to CLICK HERE to see some photos. Anyone have a few weekends free for phase II?

Bryan house sat for friends of ours from FamilyLife, worked on some yard projects for a neighbor and is working full time as a maintenance car porter at a nearby Toyota dealer.  Jaclyn just returned from Guatemala and contunually enjoys time with her “homies”.  Erin is working in North Carolina all summer at a KOA camp as part of a Summershine ministry/work program.  She’s working hard and experiencing God in new ways!

Sue and I are holding the fort at home.  We are in the process of throwing our hat into the ring of a new Singles minstry at church.  I’m a little more called than she is but we are looking forward to seeing how God might use us “aged” folk in the lives of these 20-30 somethings.

Finally, we are experiencing God’s goodness and truth daily.  He’s stretching us in new and old ways.  Finances are still an issue for us as we seek His direction for our support.  Our staff balance has diminished to a level where we will get a short paycheck beginning August 1.  We are very content and that has to come from His peace that passes understanding.  Thank you for praying for us!

Until next post….

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Father’s Day Memories – Weekly Dad

(originally posted on the DadPad blog)

My birth father wasn’t in my home growing up, or at least not for very long. I don’t remember living with him. My parents divorced when I was 3 and, therefore, I don’t recall ever waking up and walking over to my dad while he lived in our home. Yet, unlike many with a very similar tale, my dad was in town and did make the effort to see me on a regular basis as I grew up.

My earliest memories of my dad are of him arriving to my house on a Sunday morning. He and my mom had an unusually amicable relationship (it wasn’t unusual for me as a child since it was all I knew but, obviously, I have come to find out that it was rare). After a few minutes of “chat”, we would leave. Most of the time we would stop by a place to pick up lunch and then it was off to his apartment.

When I was 10, my dad purchased his first set of Minnesota Viking season tickets. I remember sitting in old Memorial Stadium freezing my yammers off but loving every minute of it. I learned to love football through my dad. We still spend a lot of time criticizing the Vikings each season :).

During the summer of my 13th year, we took our first of many summer vacations. We drove up to the lakeshore city of Duluth, located on the banks of Lake Superior (Lake Gitchegoomy for you Gordon Lightfoot fans). I don’t recall anything that transpired that weekend but I remember it was with my dad. The trips got more extensive (and expensive for him) as I got older. Road treks included jaunts to Seattle, Los Angeles, the Bay area (SF and Oakland), Cleveland (yes, that Cleveland), and a pre-bicentennial trip to Boston, New York, Washington DC and Philadelphia. There were blown tires, overheated radiators, lost contacts in a pool, bumpers ripped off by exposed fence posts and other mishaps. Those only served to make the trips more memorable.

Despite all of the good memories of times with my dad, latent longings began to develop inside. Later in life, I realized how much of my life my dad missed. I never recall him attending a baseball game. When I dated I missed having him readily available to counsel me about things to avoid (or look forward to ;). I couldn’t sit down and just tell him about my day. As I contemplated college and career, he provided no input. Feelings of a missed childhood filled my thoughts and I was sad.

During these years, my mom remarried. My stepfather was a provider for the home but we were never close. He wasn’t a bad man, just not a great father. They divorced after 15 yrs of marriage and I have seldom seen him since. We are friendly and cordial when we meet. But, my “dad” hole was never filled by him.

Now, as a nearly 50 year old father of three nearly grown children I look back on time with my dad with mixed feelings. On the one hand, I have some very fond memories of those times together in his apartment, eating strange foods that I still have an affinity for, bonding through football and our trips. Yet on the other hand I wonder what it would have been like had he been more “fatherly” in my life. Might I have persevered through some personal challenges and decision making around a broadcasting career instead of wilting and giving up? Would I have had a healthier view of dating and relationships if he had spent more time teaching and coaching me in that arena? I’ll never really know the answers to these questions.

And, maybe it’s not really relevant. I’ve moved on and love my dad for who he is. There’s no resentment, only wonder and some sadness. His childhood, which was a mystery to me until recently, was not something to be emulated either. Fathering for him had to be a challenge since he missed a father who was active in his life.

So, for this Father’s day, I just want to say, “thank you, dad”. Thank you for introducing me to football and sports. Thank you for the great road trips we took which gave me a love for the road and travel. Thank you for wanting to spend time with me and staying close so that we could be together weekly. Thank you, dad, for loving me and caring for me and loving my family. Happy Father’s day, dad.

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Growing up in a home that was irreligious (not anti-Christian, just no evidence of faith lived out), the practices of faith were never expressed in a way that I would catch them.  Prayer was not an everyday practice except for the mealtime ritual speed mumbling of “Come Lord Jesus, be our guest.  And let thesekneeling-silhouette gifts to us be blessed. Amen”.  We usually said that so fast that I don’t know if I really knew what I was praying until I just wrote them above.  It sounded more like, “Comelordjesus be-r-guest andletthesegiftstousbeblessed.  Amen.”

Needless to say, the power of this prayer was probably lost in translation. When I came to a personal relationship with Christ at the ripe age of 17, I began to understand the part Prayer played (and plays) in a relationship with God.

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