OK, so I have joined the throngs (whoo, glad I didn’t misspell that one) of people who have a blog by starting out my blog by saying “Ok, so I have joined the throngs” just like everyone else. No, I’m not a lemming, but sometimes I feel about as hairy and short as one. But I’m over it now.
I have been reading a friend of mine’s blog for a while now, and he always impresses me with what is going thru his mind at the time. Usually it is scary to delve into a man’s mind at random times, but I guess he is just good at sifting thru all that “guy gunk” in our minds and put down something that will touch the lives of others. (or his wife is a GREAT editor) If you don’t believe me, check it out for yourself: blog.inleftfield.com (Aaron, that is a nickel you owe me for every hit…)
So I am challenged to see if I can add meaning to my life and others around me by publishing my personal, discreet, sensitive, crazy, euphoric, and sometimes scary thoughts on the WWW for all to see. Careful, I must be, yes. (Spoken in Yoda tongue)
Last night my almost-3 year old spent the night away from home for the first time. Wow, I knew I wasn’t ready to have children when God blessed me and my wife with a beautiful girl, now she is already leaving home! IT CAN’T BE SO!!! Needless to say, I had a hard time with it, even though I knew she was in great hands with her Grandparents. Last night, I went into her room, knelt by her bed and prayed for her safe return to us, and almost lost it, (kinda like I am struggling to hold back the tears now). Now you must realize that I never was much of an emotional man, until I got married… And had children… Girls, for cryin’ out loud…
I realized what it must have been like when God sent his Son away for the first “night away from home”, the first Christmas night. I know how difficult it was for me to let go of my girl; how much more so would it be for the God of the universe to let his ONLY Son go from a wonderful and safe home in heaven, KNOWING what was to happen to Him. I know that I get my girl back today, happy and spoiled from Grandma. Jesus’ stay away from home was a little longer and much, much more painful, for the Father.
This year for Christmas, I truly begin to understand the Father’s position in the gift of his son. I know I have never met a person that I thought was worth letting my girl leave home, be taken and killed just to save their life. But I am glad my heavenly father was willing. BOY, am I glad…
Welcome to the community brother! Thanks for the plug. Hope I don’t disappoint. Warning…these things are addicting. It’s good to know that someone reads and finds value in it though.
Ugh. I am with you on the girls thing. “The Boy” is not much easier. Regardless, we can hold them as long as we can, then we gotta let em run.
I’ll be keeping tabs on the blog. Good to get a peak in your thoughts. Thanks again.