Time

A thought hit me this morning. I've been investing a lot into my writing career but what am I investing into my family? The word that came to me last week was: balance. I think of a plate twirling guy. Some people can twirl 2 plates very well and get tripped up on 3 plates.  When 1 too many plates is added all the plates fall.  The name of one of my plates is family.  I think that plate may not be spinning as fast as I would like it. I think a movie with one of the kids this week may just be the ticket.

Crossing the Bridge

            My story starts in the early 90's and my obstacle was self-made. The wall stood tall because of my rebellion. I was right but I was wrong. Like a wrench hitting a rusty bolt, I was determined to fix a situation. I went too far and heard God speak to my heart, "I will cut you off, but I will allow a twig to grow." During that time I directed a summer camp to the disabled. When the door closed to that ministry I knew God had cut me off because of my defiance.
        For several years I silently lived in the dream that I would enter full time ministry. On one particular Friday on my way home from work at the Federal Prison, I killed my dream and buried it. I had become discouraged with unanswered prayer. I surrendered.
            The following Sunday I arrived at church early. "Would you like to become a full time Children's Pastor?" my Pastor asked.
        "Yes," I quickly said.
        As I look back on that Sunday morning, I realize now that God caused the twig to sprout from the cut off branch. I gave my two week notice at the prison. My security blanket was removed causing fear to wake me up in the middle of the night. How was I going to make the transition? I enjoyed the job at the prison, but I knew God was calling me to something better.
        During that two weeks I continually heard from God: "Burn the bridge and I will take care of you." The call sounded loud and clear. I moved across the bridge. I set it on fire when I walked out of the prison for the final time. I was excited for my new adventure.
        The first months were difficult as I attempted to adjust to my new position. God blessed us during that time. On one occasion during our, "date night," my wife and I was at a restaurant. Kim and I took the last bite of our fajitas and looked for the bill. I then went to the counter to inquire about it. "It's been paid for." We looked around and didn't recognize anyone.
        The night terrors passed slowly and the memories are distant now. I didn't look back then. Well maybe I looked back but the burned-out bridge reminded me to look ahead. My path materialized on the other side. God helped me take my next step after I surrendered. I experienced fear. But I listened to His words and He calmed my fears. I moved in His direction. Today the twig has blossomed into a full sized branch and the dream is alive, because in His timing, God whispered and I obeyed. 

Memories of Wedding Day

The Cobra II was decorated and parked in front of the church. A trail of cans attached to the bumper was guaranteed to make a lot of noise. "Just Married" spray painted in white foam across the side windows. It stayed alone waiting for its guests.

Inside the church, anticipation fills the air. I stood at the front in my blue tuxedo. My chest filled with fluttering butterflies ready to fly. My eyes glued on the entrance of the church. With an usher on each side, the white carpet flowed down the aisle. Arm in arm with an escort, the family members took their seat. The wedding party in cadence with the love music proceeds to the front in a slow and easy manner. Perfume and after shave linger in the air. Two by two the groomsmen position themselves next to me. The Bridesmaid and Best Man stand their positions. The flower girl and ring bearer walk down the aisle. The flower girl spills her flowers as the ring bearer holds the small pillow. The music begins - “Here Comes the Bride.” Heads turn toward the back as each person stands. The bride and her mom and dad appear in the entry. Beautiful and dressed in white, she is escorted to the anticipated beginning.           

Anniversary

Thirty Four years ago on a Saturday much like today
We walked the aisle, starting a story.
Laughter, sadness and gladness along the way
Words, sentences and chapters
With previews of more to come, certain to stay
In our hearts and life's forever
To those around us, In love we are today