A Boy and His Dad...
I grew up going to church. Twice on Sunday, Wednesday night and any other time there was something going on, I was there. It was good. Good people, good times. And I learned a lot. In fact, I thought I knew a lot about God and who he was. But I never really understood who God is until I became a dad...
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I sometimes have bizarre dreams. I rarely have nightmares. I usually know when I'm in the middle of a bizarre dream, and I wake up saying "Wow! That was...bizarre!" Somewhere around two minutes later I can't remember anything about the dream at all. Other than that it was bizarre. I have had one or two that I remember vividly, but that's a story for another time. This one is about the nightmares.
Actually, it's about one nightmare. I've had it several times since I was about four, and every time I both see and remember it clearly. And it's not full of monsters or giant bugs or a snake who's wearing a vest and rolling a doughnut up a hill (okay, I've had this one, but once again, it's a story for another time). This one is about being lost. Alone. Abandoned. It's extremely scary. Every time I wake up in a cold sweat, my heart racing like a runaway train. It's a feeling of desperation, of emptiness, of danger. I think the scariest part is that it's more than just a nightmare. It's a memory.
This one really happened. |
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On Superballs and Worship |
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I stand at the sink in the bathroom, not yet fully awake, and begin to brush my teeth. As I brush I slowly begin to organize my day in my mind. As I am definitely not what some call ‘a morning person,’ this is more than enough to occupy my brain for the time being. Brush, brush, brush. Easy does it. Trying to move too fast can only lead to trouble. However, something isn’t right. Something is nagging at the back of my mind. Something is odd. The thought is trying desperately to force its way to the front of my brain. Here it comes...Almost…quiet! It is way too quiet. The eight-year-old mini version of me is usually very audible by this time. Since one of God’s humorous ways of keeping me humble was to make my son what some call ‘a morning person,’ I know that he is awake. My brain is warming up now. If he is awake, and he is very quiet, that can only mean one thing. He’s probably up to something! My brain has come through, but too late. |
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Josh and I love amusement parks. There's always so much to see and do. The sights, the sounds, even the smells at an amusement park are exciting to me. It's new and it's different and we're there together and having a blast - it just doesn't get much better than that.
I love the scary rides. The faster and crazier it is, the better. I want my stomach moving from its normal location to my toes to my head and back at a very rapid rate. And when the ride is over, if there's any way to get back on and do it again, I'm there. It's in my blood. An abnormal DNA sequence or something.
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The Race Car Bed (of Freedom!) |
I don't know if you've ever considered this or not, but one of the first major rites of passage in every kid's life is the graduation from the baby bed to the big kid's bed. In fact, if you're not a parent, you probably haven't even really thought about it. At least not since you were a kid, and if you're like almost everyone else I know you don't remember how big of a deal it was.
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What a Beautiful Baby...?! |
I have always been a kid person. As far back as I can remember, I've always loved to be around kids and babies. I don't think this is anything I learned; it's just the way I'm wired. But anyplace there are kids, I'm in my element. Maybe it's because most of them will still laugh at my jokes, or because I'm closer to their size than most grownups. I don't know. But wherever there are kids, I'm happy. So when the word finally came that the Stork would be paying a visit to the Key home, I was ecstatic. And that's not a word you get to use very often to describe how you feel.
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