Posted on Friday, September 9, 2011
in Emotional, Relational, Social, Spiritual, Values
When I thought about writing about me, and my life, for two weeks I couldn’t imagine what I would write. As my last post has arrived I feel I’ve run out of time, not run out of things to say.
So I chose three pictures that tell a story about who I am and who I am becoming.
The first picture is my favorite picture of just me. Really, I could not imagine a picture that better captures my love for fun and willingness to take on challenges.
I’m “butt-surfing” a waterfall, Big Smokey to be specific.
Posted on Thursday, September 8, 2011
in Emotional, Relational, Social, Values
Back in town and back online, I’m torn.
I have to finish my lesson plan for tonight — and send out sixty text invitations — for tonight.
I also want to write about my kids.
They often lost out because I was trying to help someone else.
Today, they’re coming first.
Shannon and Josh have been bedrock cornerstones of our family.
Shannon, now twenty one, has spent many years in our family listening, arguing, teasing, negotiating, following, avoiding and ignoring our rules. Fortunately, she’s generally chosen wisely. She is admired by almost everyone who knows her for her character and her compassionate charisma.
Posted on Monday, September 5, 2011
in Emotional, How To, Relational, Social, Spiritual, Values
I’ve sat here for a while trying to figure out to write. I know I’m writing “my story”.
“Hello”, says my self-talk, “it’s YOUR *&^* story, how hard can it be to write about yourself?!?” Well, it’s hard because I’m only giving myself one day to write about my wife Amy as part of “My Story”.
Tears started…great…crying in Caribou! [PAUSE button engaged!]
Composed and now at home, let me tell you about my best friend, Amy.
Amy is adorable, beautiful, caring, determined, efficient, forgiving, generous, heart-felt, intentional, just and kind, loving, merciful, nutty, optimistic, patient, quality, resilient, sensitive, tough, understanding, [private], well-intentioned, [private again], youthful, and zany.
Posted on Monday, August 29, 2011
Last week I was on a TreeHouse staff retreat. While we were there we were each invited to take a full uninterrupted hour to “tell our story.” Our autobiographic tale had no apparent form or content requirements. Each person told it her or his way.
I loved listening to others talk about their childhood. I admired their successes. I commend their humility in sharing some of their lowest lows. We laughed. We cried. We prayed.
Unfortunately, I had to leave the retreat early. I didn’t get to hear two of colleagues stories [yet!]. And, I didn’t get to tell “my story.” Our small group leader mentioned that I “have other means to tell my story.”