My ol' Judson College buddy, Elaine, sent this to me through Facebook. She sent it as stress relief for the wedding weekend as I prepare to marry my daughter off. I just had to share it!
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After two days on the road, fighting a cold and trying to keep my fever ridden, congested head clear through meetings and call coaching sessions, I walked in the back door of our little house on Columbus Street. Home, where Wendy anxiously waited to greet me with healing kisses and where Taylor and Madison paused from their activities to give daddy sweet smiles and warm hugs. Among all of life's many moments there are precious few that compare to the simple joy of coming home.
Which, is one reason I love baseball. You've got to appreciate a game in which the ultimate goal and great reward is to come safely home.
The inbox is full.
The to-do list is running over.
The desk's a disaster.
The grass is long.
The house needs attention.
The bills are due.
The messages need to be returned.
Can I go back to the lake now?
If they ever make a movie about the Cubs 1908 team or the famed trio of Tinker-to-Evers-to-Chance, I think Willem Dafoe is the right casting choice for Johnny Evers.
The things you think about when you're stuck in the Denver airport.
Speaking of mentors, I received an e-mail this morning from my friend and mentor, Chuck. Chuck turned me on to the Psalm 90:12 idea of "numbering your days". It's amazing and humbling to know how many days you've spent on this Earth and contemplate what you've done with them. Today is Chuck's 27,000th birthDAY (that's a lot of candles). I'm still a spring chicken today at 15,355.
You can quickly calculate your own number of days here.
I had to laugh when I read a friend's e-mail yesterday. They had received Madison's support letter for her upcoming mission trip to Thailand. "No grass grows under that girl's feet, does it?!" the e-mail read.
I laughed because I was just getting ready to see Madison off on a different trip. She and her high school show choir are headed to the Big Apple for spring break. They'll perform in and around the city. Nope. No grass growing under those tootsies.
It reminds me of parent-teacher conferences. When I spoke to Madison's geography teacher, he laughed and said, "She's been to Asia. She's been to South America. That girl knows more about geography than me!"
Good for her. Good for Taylor. They've both been blessed to visit remote places and experience distant cultures. They both have taken the step of faith to go. My hope has always been that the girls grow up with a global perspective. Small town Iowa is a great, safe place to call home - but there's so much more out there.
Experiencing it can only help you to better understand yourself.
Creative Commons photo courtesy of Flickr and Fleur-Design.
Our friends Judd and Jodi, whom we've not seen since December (when you couldn't hack a good Iowa loogey without hitting a presidential candidate), are expecting their first child in a few weeks. If you'd like a good laugh today, you should read Judd's thoughts on their recent experience at birthing class.
