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Resolution Revolution

2008-06-18T05:19:00.001-07:00

New Year's resolutions make me wonder why people wait 364 days to better them selves. Good intentions they are, but why wait? Another day gone. Another year passes with goals undone and people to call. Every day holds promise. If only you try.

Sure you may hold on through January, but April comes and April goes, regret sets its teeth and takes a bite. With winter gone and Spring underway, you start over and say "I'll start now."

You remember to keep your written resolutions, for a while anyway. But the warmth of Summer and evening walks take priority in your mind. A sudden reminder you say "This time I mean it." So on you go resolutions in hand.

Autumn's colors are a welcome sight. Summer's faded memory of beaches, walks and bikes. Replaced with hay rides, pies and Thanksgiving with loads to eat. Rainy days with umbrellas in hand, we see change happen through nature's delight.

As Winter sneaks in and winds blow, I wonder what happened to those tings which opened this year? Thanksgiving gone, snow on the ground, Christmas behind me and a new year upon us.

Time to start over. Again?

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As I stand and look....

2008-06-06T13:30:00.001-07:00

As I stand looking at you, my thoughts escape me. I'm filled with wonder and delight. I your eyes I see boundless imagination and dreams. Though storms will rise and castles crumble, you my love will be safe in His Arms.

Trust in Him, release your anxiousness, He will guard you from yourself.

When things fall apart and the future's uncertain, this is the time when His work is done.

From pain to strength, sadness to love, resentment to gladness. Only through Him are we able to prevail in this world of push and pull.

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Very Touching

2008-06-06T13:26:00.001-07:00

Slinky > Curves, shiny, round and smooth
Scarf > Wavy, limp, silky and fuzzy

Late night city streets were the perfect backdrop for.... a race. As the racers gathered in the staging area we marveled at the cars and how even standing sill they seemed to have motion. When it was time for them to "start their engines", the sound filled the air with a tremendous roar, almost making my legs limp. Before I knew it they were off and flying through the curves so fast yet with silky like movement.

A fuzzy and shiny mass of cars, passing by on their first lap of twenty. Rounding the turns as smooth and effortlessly as you would imagine, I watched as they enter the wavy section and head to the finish.

Note: What I like about this book is how it forces me to make something out of a difficult lead in. This was was tough because I didn't want to write the traditional story about a sexy woman, etc...

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Deviating a bit....

2008-05-16T20:22:00.001-07:00

Deviating a bit from the book this blog is about, I'm going to post some personal feelings I have to get off my chest.

Here it goes.

13 days ago I injured my back. I figured I’d be up and about, riding single track just as I did before I hurt myself. Well, it hasn’t gone exactly as planned. In fact, I’ve been forced to realize that I’ve been focusing too much on “my plans”.

My wife and kids went to some garage sales this morning so I had some alone time, that is, no one was around but as I sat I quickly realized I wasn’t alone. God showed up.

I asked God to show me where he was working around me and he quickly brought to my attention my selfish nature. I’ve been so focused on me that I forgot to consider Hid plans. I didn’t injure my back, God allowed this to happen to bring me back to him, to realize that life is not about riding a bike.

God showed me several areas in my life that He’s actively working in. I love God and all He is and all He’s doing. I thank Him for bringing me to my knees and back to a state of listening to Him.

I confess though, my back still hurts, I’m still a little frustrated about not riding, but the main thing is the new perspective I have in this situation.

Thanks for listening

Ship's sail

2008-05-02T21:12:00.001-07:00

The ship's sail gently grabbed the wind like two hands of a couple in love. The boat crept through the lake barely causing a ripple. It was a moment caught in time, the beauty of it all was stunning and left me breathless. As it drifted past on this mid summer's evening, I almost felt alone, I was alone, in my mind. The heat of the sand warming my feet. The sight warming my sole. A silhouette, leaving an impression in my mind's eye forever etched. "This is good," I said almost out loud to no one. It's times like this I'm reminded of the simple things that are so powerful. "Thanks" I said. Out loud.

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Gerbil in a wheel.

2008-04-22T18:56:00.001-07:00

This story requires me to use the words Alabama, Intensive and massage.

The beginning of the story needs to start with: Sometimes I feel like a gerbil running around and around on his wheel.

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Sometimes I feel like a gerbil running around and around on his wheel. In a cage. In a window. In a store. It's a Tuesday morning and the intense aroma of my triple shot latte massages my senses like a hammer pounding a nail. As I sit and listen to those around me, ordering the same things, having the same conversations, I think to my self "didn't I just live this yesterday."

Just then a feeling came over me. One of those feelings that remind me of a time gone by. This one took me back to Alabama. A place called Lulu's in Golf Shores, and though my time there was brief, the memory will live forever.

We all have places, times in our lives which cause us to stop running in our wheel. In the window. In the store.

Note: Avoid the wheel.