[This is a comment left on yesterdays post about my friend Rich]
And herein lies the beauty and the tragedy of the internet.
We get to create a space where we allow people to read our thoughts and then reply to them.
In 1949 this would normally only be able to happen at a town hall meeting with a megphone on both ends.
The beauty of Read more.
Last summer I spent a week with Rich and Renee´ Stearns.
It was a magical week where we hiked, jumped off cliffs, ate lots of crab, talked lots about Jesus, and laughed and cried until our cheeks were stained with love filled tears.
I’ve read lots of stuff about Rich the last day. Read lots of stuff about Rich that happy people and sad people have written.
Lots of the stuff I’ve Read more.
[My browser history from last night at 11pm]
I don’t worry about money.
I don’t worry about stuff.
I don’t worry about relationships.
I don’t worry about God.
I worry about sickness. Sometimes it’s an all consuming type worry. Like the sky is falling kind of worry. And I hate it.
This is not the same as my anxiety. Hear me. They are two totally and completely different things. But worry Read more.
It’s a hotter topic than health care reform.
Most people think they have it down.
I know I don’t.
I have a 11, 9, and 7 year old.
Boobs are sprouting…Boys are drawing closer…Crushes are forming…
I would like to know what you would do in this situation.
If you don’t have kids, you have parents so you can play along.
If you have kids, this will be easier.
For the record…I believe sex should be saved for Read more.
How many times have you been told to do something that deep inside your gut…
You knew wasn’t what you wanted to do?
You absolutely know better…but you do it anyways…
Talk smack about that pastor who you drives you crazy.
Completely avoid eye contact with that homeless beggar…
Tell your 5 year old…”Not right now…” and then proceed to check your instagram feed.
Listen… we have these moments everyday. Moments where we get to choose Read more.
She’d been asking for a date for 3 days.
Not the let’s take a walk around the block date.
She wanted adventure.
“Babe? A little help? It’s 9:30 pm. It needs to be a quick date but memorable…” I commented to the wife…
Heather walked away for 3 minutes…
She walked back with this…
“You want me to take my daughter to steal some emeralds out of a mansion in Read more.
I’m a storyteller.
I’m good at it.
When I was a kid, I was the one picked to tell the ghost story before bed because everyone knew I would scare the hell out of David Tayler. His mom would hear his cry make me pack up and go back home for being mean.
I smiled the whole way home.
Because I painted a picture for that kid that scared him to death.
Well now I Read more.