I’ve started hundreds of projects, begun dozens of books and committed a number of times to be a better man. Unfortunately, I’ve failed to finish many of those projects. The books are in various stages of reading and the commitments sadly seem to fall by the wayside. That’s where I was when I saw this book by Steve Farrar. As I read it, I realized that it was just what I needed.
I heard somewhere that if you want to be a spiritual giant, you need to have family devotions. All the great men of the faith did; at least that’s what everyone says. Apparently, they got up a couple of hours before dawn, gathered the family around the table, read the Scriptures for two hours, prayed for three, and then sang great hymns of the faith, while the children listened quietly as mice.
- Change the dead bulbs in the Christmas lights still hanging on the house.
- Go to Home Depot with your wife and desperately try to look interested in the plants.
- Move the snow shovel off the front porch.
- Gas up the mower, get the blades sharpened and teach your SON how to mow!
- Spread 400 lbs. of fertilizer, 200 lbs of weed killer and 100 lbs of bug killer on the yard… Then read the directions and find you should have worn a level 4 hazmat suit.
- “Sweetheart, I wanted to get you a gift but my credit card limit was only $2,000.”
- “I’m sorry mam, but the mugging seems to have caused a bit of amnesia.”
- “You know, according to the Lunar Calendar our anniversary is tomorrow.”
- “I wanted to get you the world, but I didn’t know how to gift wrap it.”
- A king size waterbed holds enough water to fill a 2000 sq. ft. house 4 inches deep.
- If you spray hair spray on dust bunnies and run over them with roller blades, they can ignite.
- A 3-year-old’s voice is louder than 200 adults in a crowded restaurant.
It’s bitterly cold outside, but spring is coming. I can hardly wait because I’m a ‘plant guy’. I like flowers, shrubs, ornamental grasses, and trees of all kinds.
This time of year, I eye the plants in my yard and see what their prospects are for the summer. I check the red twig dogwood branch for swelling buds, pull back the old growth from last year’s perennials to see tender shoots poking up, and blame the deer for nibbling the tips off my white pines.
The other night we had a no-holds-barred, rock’em-sock’em-pillow fight. It had been a while since our last battle and the kids had been begging for a re-match for weeks. They had worn me down. I had no excuses left. They had won.
It’s eleven o’clock in the morning. The kids are still in their pajamas, the house is a disaster, and my two-year-old has consumed an entire box of Ritz crackers. I wouldn’t be in this predicament if my wife hadn’t decided to get sick this morning.
At 6:30 A.M., she quietly announced that she felt terrible. Being the good husband that I am and the author of a weekly Familyman e-mail, I leaned over and said, “You just stay in bed and rest.” After all, how hard could it be to care for five kids and fit in a little homeschooling?
Well, it seems as though we’ve been on the road forever, and we’re all running down. We speak in Richmond for the next couple of days, visit Jamestown for the big 400th anniversary celebration and then head home. Ahhhhh, home. Everyone is excited to stretch out and sleep in their own beds.
The RV has been running a little rough (although it runs good after it warms up). I’ve checked the few things that I know to check and it doesn’t seem too urgent. I would ask for your prayers that we’ll get home without incident so I can get it fixed before we head out for Ohio in 2 weeks.
Greetings form Arkansas, “the Natural State.” It is mighty pretty around here, and today we spent a chunk of the day looking for diamonds at Crater of Diamonds State Park. I think this is the only place in the world where you can hunt for diamonds and keep all that you find…which for us was just a bunch of rocks, mud, and good memories. I know the boys liked wading through the mud, but I’m not sure precious little Maggie Rose liked the feeling of 10 lbs. of mud stuck to the bottom of her flip-flops.