It was already a stressful morning as we sat on the bridge between home and work as a accident was cleared. 45 minutes we sat there. Enjoying the water and fresh air. Not really getting too worked up (which is really good for me) about it and just waiting. Finally the traffic was cleared and away went.
We decided that we needed to reward our self with a breakfast from our favorite breakfast place, Chik-fil-a. We were talking about what we wanted to get. I could already smell the biscuit and cup of coffee that I needed even more then I needed the biscuit! It was a good day in spite of the delay on the bridge.
Then the phone rang.
There are just some things you don't expect to hear. Things that come out of the blue. Things that can take a normal morning and make it anything but. This was one of those phone calls.
My beautiful bride has decided that this year she wanted to ride her bike to work. It is about 3 miles each way so about 12 miles a day. I applauded her desire but was apprehensive because I know the roads she has to travel. Those roads coupled with the average driving age in Florida is like 120 I had reason to be concerned.
She starts out asking me if I am in a meeting. Then she starts crying. She was hit by a car on the way to work. My heart skips a few beats. My mind goes blank. I start to sweat. This can't be good I tell my self. I ask her if she is ok. You have to understand that my bride is one of the strongest people when it comes to pain. 6 Children and I never heard her once complain about the pain. Me I am hitting the aspirin bottle for every little ache. She was ok. Bruised and scrapped up. Her wrist and thumb are a little painful. But all in all she is ok.
Not wanting to be overly dramatic but this call could have been much worse and it wouldn't have come from my bride but maybe a State Trooper. One call and your world can be turned upside down. Time stops. Nothing else is heard. Nothing else matters.
I realized more and more as the day went on that I was becoming more of that "old married man". Well can't do too much about the old part. But I was living the everyday life. Get up and do the normal morning routine. Give a kiss and say "I love you" as I walked out the door. Go to work. Then come home. Do it again the next day. Everything was taken for granted.
Wow how wrong is that? One call and my life now becomes filled with "I should have ....".
Well I know that I need to change my attitude and my outlook. I need to start creating more memories. Creating more opportunities for my family to live a life filled more with life and less with the routine.
One call.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Why do we....
Do you ever wonder why do we....
Why do we work at the job we have?
Why do we have the friends we have?
Why do we attend the Church we attend?
Why do we allow Worship to be about style instead of Spirit?
Why do we .....
As I get older I find myself asking more of the why do we questions. Sometimes the answers are easy. Why do we work at the job we have? To eat, to live, to pay bills and to have. But isn't our work supposed to be more than that? Aren't we to work to please God? To do our very best all the time? Easier said then done. At least for me.
Do we have the friends we have because they are the only ones who can put up with us and the silly things we do? Or are these "friends" supposed to be much more? Are they the ones who help us grow into better people? Are the the ones who have the courage to say that our zipper is down?
Church. Why do we attend the Church we go to? Because we have always gone there or my parents went there. But deep down, really deep down why do we attend there? There are days when I go to Church and I can't wait to get it over with. To get the loud praise and worship done. To get the same sermon with the same jokes done. To get the same feeling of obligation that I had the previous Sunday so I can say that I went to Church. Maybe for me, I need to have Church start coming to me. To come into my soul with the fierceness of a lioness defending her cubs or a soccer mom cheering on her children. Maybe I need to see the "Passion of the Christ" before every service to get just a glimpse of the sacrifice that was made for me.
Why do we....
My soul craves to see a new vision of Christ. A fresh understanding of what HE really did for me. A new fragrance that will open my heart and eyes to what HE wants me to savor.
I want that for my wife and my children. I want them to have an awakening of the soul this Easter. I want them to have a new vision, a new understanding and a new fragrance.
Why do we work at the job we have?
Why do we have the friends we have?
Why do we attend the Church we attend?
Why do we allow Worship to be about style instead of Spirit?
Why do we .....
As I get older I find myself asking more of the why do we questions. Sometimes the answers are easy. Why do we work at the job we have? To eat, to live, to pay bills and to have. But isn't our work supposed to be more than that? Aren't we to work to please God? To do our very best all the time? Easier said then done. At least for me.
Do we have the friends we have because they are the only ones who can put up with us and the silly things we do? Or are these "friends" supposed to be much more? Are they the ones who help us grow into better people? Are the the ones who have the courage to say that our zipper is down?
Church. Why do we attend the Church we go to? Because we have always gone there or my parents went there. But deep down, really deep down why do we attend there? There are days when I go to Church and I can't wait to get it over with. To get the loud praise and worship done. To get the same sermon with the same jokes done. To get the same feeling of obligation that I had the previous Sunday so I can say that I went to Church. Maybe for me, I need to have Church start coming to me. To come into my soul with the fierceness of a lioness defending her cubs or a soccer mom cheering on her children. Maybe I need to see the "Passion of the Christ" before every service to get just a glimpse of the sacrifice that was made for me.
Why do we....
My soul craves to see a new vision of Christ. A fresh understanding of what HE really did for me. A new fragrance that will open my heart and eyes to what HE wants me to savor.
I want that for my wife and my children. I want them to have an awakening of the soul this Easter. I want them to have a new vision, a new understanding and a new fragrance.
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