Posts Tagged With: Thirty-One
You probably know the “love” chapter in 1 Corinthians 13. “Love is patient, love is kind…” It’s a great definition of all that love aspires to be. But I was struck today by something else Paul was getting at.
Love is an essential ingredient to EVERYTHING we do.
I must admit that I act like a petulant child sometimes when prompted by my Lord to do things out of my comfort zone like: invite people to church, forgive the unworthy, show grace to the ungrateful, and be grateful in difficult circumstances. But.. but, but God — I don’t wanna! Continue reading
With apologies to Ol` Bosephus, I must ask if you are ready for some football?! In honor of my alma mater kicking off the college football season tonight, I thought I would share that oldie, but goodie from early in that other UNC alumnus Andy Griffith’s career “What it Was Was Football” as well as one of his last works on Brad Paisley’s (we love Brad!) “Waitin’ On a Woman”.
This is the hardest letter I’ve ever had to write. It’s not you. It’s me. We’ve been together as long as I can remember. Those high school and college years… whew… the passion was amazing. But we’re just in different places now. I’ve settled down. I’ve got to reassess my priorities. And let’s face it: you won’t miss me. You’ve got plenty of other guys. Can we just be friends? Continue reading
Daisy was my dog.
August 18th is Daisy’s birthday. It reminded me of that goofy little beagle that adored me. We had to put her to sleep a few years ago.
We don’t think of dogs as having the same possibilities of developmental delays or disabilities as humans, but I’m convinced that Daisy had some doggie special needs or something. She didn’t have the highest IQ, but she was incredibly sweet. She knew no strangers. She lived to make us happy. When we were mad at her she was usually confused. God love her, that dog could be dumb. She would have played in traffic if I ever let her off the leash. In fact, though she usually got let out in the back yard, on the occasions that I did take her for a walk by the road, I had to make sure our Extend-O-leash was locked in its shortest setting, because she would lunge after moving cars.
I think God must feel the same way about me sometimes. “Boy, that Ed, he’s so nice, but man he is dumb. Can’t let him off the short leash. He’d just go get himself hurt.” I’ve remarked in earlier posts how God has been so faithful to us in ways financial and otherwise and is teaching us to rely on Him, but how short the leash seems to be sometimes. As I reflect on our time with Daisy, I’m starting to get why that might be. Continue reading
Emily thinks I’m lazy. OK, not all the time, and not in all areas of life. But some things she cares about being done “right,” whereas I am… unconcerned. My spiritual gift may be the ability to be contented in all circumstances.
Our formerly manicured and tended backyard is currently returning to a more natural, almost feral state. I tend to allow things around my office to run out, be broken (or if they must work, be jerry-rigged), and do without. And why not? Besides the obvious downside of an irritated wife, I submit (somewhat tongue-in-cheek) that being content with our current state of affairs is Biblical. Continue reading
We usually shut our 15 year old beagle in the living room when we leave the house.
He’s old, he’s lethargic and sleeps all the time, and he hates his kennel. He behaves perfectly well in the living room.
But he’s the Tasmanian Devil in the kitchen. He got in it today while we were at church. Continue reading