Letting it sink in.

Sometimes I need to hear something over and over and over and over… and over again for it to sink in. I was reminded of this hymn today; what a simple and wonderful message.

God Will Take Care of You

Ci­vil­la D. Mar­tin, 1904

Be not dismayed whate’er betide,
God will take care of you;
Beneath His wings of love abide,
God will take care of you.

Refrain:
God will take care of you,
Through every day, over all the way,
He will take care of you,
God will take care of you.

Through days of toil when heart doth fail,
God will take care of you;
When dangers fierce your path assail,
God will take care of you.

All you may need He will provide,
God will take care of you;
Nothing you ask will be denied,
God will take care of you.

No matter what may be the test,
God will take care of you;
Lean, weary one, upon His breast,
God will take care of you.

One Day

Can’t sleep.

I think too much. I don’t mean overthinking things, I just think about a lot of things in great detail. Especially at night when I should be (was deterimined to be) asleep. But, this works out well since I’ve been neglecting my blog again. Don’t expect a theme or any consistency.

After realizing all the money I was carrying in my wallet was foreign, I decided to go to the ATM across the street a few weeks ago. For the first time in nearly two years I was charged a service fee. A three dollar service fee. Granted, it wasn’t my bank’s ATM, and my bank reimburses me for these fees, but I just found it a bit odd considering I’ve withdrawn money in Afghanistan, Belgium, France, Germany and New Zealand and never paid a service charge. It’s good to be back…

Thankfully, there aren’t very many places I need cash these days, except for the new farmer’s market that is opening up this weekend, right next to my apartment complex! If this works out, I’ll be delaying the purchase of a car by another few months because I won’t really need one. I don’t think I could have picked a better location–it takes me two minutes to walk to work, I can run along the Brazos any time I please and now the Waco Downtown Farmer’s Market will be here every Saturday all year round.

Not having a car is a bit of an inconvenience though, but putting off a purchase lets me continue to be picky. I don’t just want a “car”; there are plenty of Honda somethings and Toyota whatevers in my price range but I’m determined to buy something with a bit more character. I really do enjoy driving and I’d hate to turn it into a chore.

Not having a car makes visiting churches a bit of a challenge too, but it’s not my biggest challenge. I hate trying to find a new church. If you haven’t picked up on it, I’m picky and I think about everything which makes the process that much harder. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not looking for perfection, if anything I’m looking for potential. I’m a bit worn out with mission statements and “purpose”–we have one purpose, to glorify God; when we’re finished with that, we can move on to those “other things”. I could go on, but then I’d have to organize my thoughts and that would mean the opposite of sleep.

Have you ever been to two churches (or five) and thought “if these two groups of people got together, it would be awesome!” It would be awesome, and one day it will be awesome, today is not that day. One day.

On Blogging and Life and Such

It’s been a long time since I’ve written. I didn’t think I would miss it, but I do. When I stopped writing I thought “I’m tired of writing for everyone else; I’ll just write in a journal, just for me.” My assumption was that my blog was for a public audience (it was) and that its only purpose was for that audience. I now realize that it wasn’t.

I love writing. There, I’ve said it. I never really admitted it because I never thought I was any good at it. Now that I think about it, it was the reason I started blogging back in 2003.

What I love more than writing is storytelling. Who doesn’t love a good story? I have, on several occasions, chosen the road less traveled not with the hope of improving myself but simply because it would make for a great story. I’m not against character building; I just want to be able to say, “let me tell you about the time…”

Have I ever told you about the time I was on the radio in Belize with the ad hoc ‘band’ GCDC?

What about the time I got stuck for three very, very cold days in Kyrgyzstan?

Ask me about where I was when: The Towers fell, we lost Columbia, we got Bin Laden

Remind me to tell you about the questionable Sushi/Coffee House I used to frequent in Denton.

Have I ever told you about the exact moment that God whispered to me “I love you“?

I’ve got a lot more stories to tell. Not just to entertain you, but to remind me of what an amazing life I have. It’s not so much the ‘doing‘ but rather the ‘being‘ that is pretty cool. I’m just as happy that I’ve cooked dinner and done laundry at home (my hobbies have certainly changed over the past ten years) than that I’ve traveled around the world. Don’t get me wrong, one is definitely more exciting than the others, but at the end of the day I’m just as glad that I’ve done them.

Have I ever told you…

Have I ever told you about the time I was engaged in a 14 hour conversation?  This conversation that started with three people, dwindled to two and eventually (with the aid of a stranger) finished with three?  Stop me if you’ve heard this one…

A few years ago, while I was living in North Texas, I was a member of the Village Church and a member of a home group (Coley’s home group, or the Lewisville  Single Guys 25ish-30+ Home Group to be terribly specific).   Our home (or small, cell, life, care, etc) group was on the brink of overflowing which led to the invention of small, small groups–rotating groups of 2-3 guys that would meet outside of regular home group time–which was a brilliant idea because a small group of 15-20 guys can’t even share a meal together let alone “do life” together.  That’s the background.

If you’ve never eaten at a Waffle House, you are missing out on an interesting cultural experience. It’s Saturday morning, 10AM, and I’m meeting with my small (small) group for breakfast and to just catch up.  Aaron and Tres and I share a meal and a few laughs.  About an  hour later, Tres has to leave leaving Aaron and I chatting in the parking lot.  I don’t remember exactly what we talked about, but I’m absolutely positive it involved government and the Church and that it was a “lively” conversation.  Aaron was, at one time in life,  on the debate team, and I just like to argue.  After standing in the parking lot of Waffle House for a few hours, we thought it best to move our conversation to a local Starbucks.

If you’ve never spent 9 hours at your local Starbucks, then you’re totally not getting your money’s worth. I think I bought 1 drink the entire time we were there.  We sat inside, we moved outside, then back inside talking about politics and religion and music.  A lady even offered an answer to a random trivia question that had escaped both of us.  I would say she was listening in, but it was more like got tired of trying to tune us out.   And then we began talking about our church and the great things going on there and in China.  That is when a complete stranger put down her book and confessed that our conversation was more interesting than what she was reading and asked to join in.  After warning her that this was now hour 8 or 9 of our “discussion”, our group was back at three.  We’re talking about books and God and music and movies and overseas mission trips.  That’s when the polite (and rather tolerant) Starbucks staff kicked us out at 10pm.  Realizing that we hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast, and with so much left to be said, the three of us decided that IHOP was the only logical solution.


If you’ve never been to IHOP after 10pm
…  wait, has anyone been to IHOP before 10PM?  Our conversation picks up where it left off only now we have food to sustain us.   As Sunday morning rolls around ,(1am-ish) Aaron, our new friend Anna, and I decide to call it a night and we head our separate ways.  Actually, Aaron had to drive me back to Waffle House to get my car–which thankfully was still there.  We fought the urge to head back into Waffle House for round two.

I learned three very important lessons from this marathon conversation:

1.   Always discuss politics and religion.  Yes, it is painful and yes people’s feelings will get hurt, but anything that is of any importance and worth discussing will eventually be painful and will eventually hurt people’s feelings.

2.   Always talk to strangers.  Even the strange guys discussing everything under the sun at Starbucks.

3.   Always eat lunch.  Seriously,  I mean, we didn’t do anything but talk ALL day and somehow we MISSED lunch!?  Honestly, I’m ashamed of myself…