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Sunday Morning Take-Off

Sunday Mornings are as busy as you might expect for a Children’s Pastor that is responsible for three services at church. One of the ways that I get a head start on what can be a long day is to get up and out of the house as early as possible. My wife rises much later and dresses the kids (after I’ve ironed their clothes the night before…), and meets me for the 8:30am service.

A few weeks ago I told my oldest son, Ryan, that if he got himself out of bed early and dressed himself that I would take him with me on a Sunday morning. Two weeks have passed without another word being said about it. Then yesterday morning I come out of my bedroom before 7:00am to see my two boys frantically trying to put on their church clothes. It seems they got up and got entirely dressed for church, but failed to realize that their church clothes were laid out in the living room. So they were changing out of their OU Sooner jerseys and soccer shorts to put on the new clothes. They looked at me so disappointed, like I wouldn’t take them since they weren’t ready. Of course I helped them get ready, and before the sun came up my boys and I headed to church.

These kids are 6 and 4 years of age, and the thought they they went to all that trouble just to spend some early morning Daddy time with me has totally blown me away. I can’t stop thinking about how disappointed they were that they weren’t ready, and started to tear up that I would just leave them there because they were not totally dressed. I’m sure I could come up with some super-spiritual point, but I’m not. I just wanted to say that I sure love these boys of mine, and I might have never been prouder they were mine.

Home is Where My Kids Are

This week my family and I are in Sand Springs, OK. Sand Springs is the town my wife and I grew up in. We attended school here, played soccer games, roller skated, went to Homecoming parades, and generally lived the life that a normal kid in Sand Springs lives. It will always be ‘Home’ for us, and when we come home we often say that “We are going home.” I’ve not lived in Sand Springs for 13 years, but it’s home. Know what I mean?

Well anyways, my 4 year old Dylan was quizzing me Friday night about where we would be going for Thanksgiving. I told him that “We are going home.” And he looked at me so confused, and said, “Daddy, we’re already home. Where are we going for Thanksgiving?”

I guess Sand Springs will always be a form of Home, but really Home is where the heart is. Now that goofy plaque people have in their entryways and kitchens makes perfect sense to me.

One Week Countdown

This time next week the movers will have taken over my humble 1000 square foot house, and my life will officially be in “transit.” I’m in the ambiguous place where it’s too early to start packing, but too late to make many other arrangements. I’ve not sold my house yet, and my faith is really being tested in this process. How I’ll make a mortgage payment in Dallas, and apartment rent in Lubbock is beyond me at this point.

Last night was my last Wednesday Night service at the church here in Dallas, and my last Sunday is fast approaching. I’ve had such nice things said to me by parents and others here in Dallas. It’s kind of sad that it’s taken me leaving to hear about my impact in the lives of some of these families. I’ve been trying to cram in as many lunches and dinners as I can with friends before I leave Dallas, and my schedule is pretty tight at this point. Tonight is a rescheduled soccer game for the ‘Cool Cats’, my next to last game to coach, Friday I have a HOT date, Saturday morning is the last game for the Cool Cats, and then Saturday afternoon some families from the church are hosting an outdoor picnic. Sunday is my last Sunday at the church, and there are some special things planned… I think. Sunday afternoon my wife is having a little ‘packing party’ with some friends, and Sunday night I have dinner with another friend. And so on and so forth…

It’s weird because I can’t honestly say I’ll be back in Dallas. I don’t have any family in this area, with the exception of some family way up in Plano. I believe that if I was ever in Dallas I’d just be driving through. I really hope I can keep in touch with these people after I leave, but I really think I won’t see many of them ever again. (Of course with the exception of a few special people.)

Cool Cats Road to the Championship

This year I’ve volunteered to coach my son’s under-6 soccer team. Last season, I kept the fact that I know a whole lot about soccer a BIG secret. I didn’t want to seem bossy, and didn’t feel like I had the time to commit to coaching full-time. Well I don’t know that much has changed, but I’m coaching this season.

The Cool Cats (I didn’t pick this name) had their first practice tonight. Me and 7 kindergartners running in circles and kicking balls everywhere. My goals this season, besides having fun, are to learn which direction to run with the ball, and what the out of bounds line is. Our team had some problems with that pesky chalk line last year.

I’ll be bringing you regular updates on our dream season Spring 2007!

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