Thursday, October 14, 2010

Why Me?--100 Words

When I’m having a difficult time, I often find myself asking an all too used question: “Why me?”

You know what I’m talking about, don’t you?

Cancer. Why me?

Loss of job. Why me?

Family issues. Why me?

Children rebelling. Why me?

The list goes on and on of the issues I could name and question why I have to endure them.

But, that question is the wrong question to ask.

Rather than asking “Why me?” shouldn’t I be asking “Why not me?”

What gives me any right to think that I should be exempt from the problems of life?

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Just the Facts--100 Words

The past few weeks have been difficult.

The death of a close friend.

An illness of a newborn I’ve been following.

Dealing with an 800-pound insurance company.

And then, yesterday, giving up something that I thoroughly loved.

All crushing to the spirit. I will admit.

Life reminds me of the sound an inflated balloon makes as you slowly release air from it.

That’s the sound of my spirit these days.

Oh, I’m not complaining. And, I’m not looking for sympathy.

Just stating the facts ma’am, as Sgt. Joe Friday would say.

Facts are fact. I don’t have to like them!

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

How Do You Like Me Now?

Toby Keith’s song “How Do You Like Me Now?” comes to mind.

I love Keith’s sense of humor. Not taking himself too seriously. Laughing at emotions felt as a teenager. The rejection we’ve all experienced at some point in life. Who hasn’t wanted to ask a former crush or bully or even friend “how do you like me now?”

I wonder. If people who knew me “then” could see me now, how would they like me now?

Oh, I’m not rich. I’m not famous. I’m not tall. I don’t have great hair. I’m just me.

So, asking someone how they like me now doesn’t mean physical or financial or status.

The only thing that really makes me special is my relationship with Jesus Christ. He gets all credit for the changes in me. He’s turned me around. He’s made me into the person I am now.

Looking back, you probably wouldn’t have liked the person I was. I didn’t.

But, the past is the past. Now, I’m His.

It’s because of Him that I am who I am today.

How do you like me now? I hope you like me. That’s only human, I suppose.

But, I hope you like the Savior I try to follow even more. He’s the One you need to like.

How do you like HIM now?

Monday, October 11, 2010

My Anniversary

Today, is my anniversary.

Not the normal kind of anniversary celebration.

Normally, you celebrate anniversaries of marriage. Or a child being born. Or even moving day.

Today is none of those.

Two years ago today, at 1:30 PM (Central Time), I had a heart attack.

You can read about the experience here, here, here, here, and here.

I've re-read these blog posts today. Not that I've forgotten a moment of those days. But, to remind me just how blessed I am.

I'm thankful to be alive. I'm thankful to be in good health.

I'm glad to have you as a friend!

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Moron--100 Words


We all do moronic things.

Be honest. We do.

And, when we do, we only hope no one’s watching.

It’s like the person who picks his/her nose while driving—as if no one can see inside their car.

Or, what about the person who writes a handwritten letter (yes, they still exist) and at the bottom of the page, writes OVER so the person knows to read what’s written on the back! Why do we do that? Would we think they wouldn’t know to read what’s on the back?

I’m sometimes a moron. Just don’t treat me that way.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Playing Nice--100 Words

Playing nice.

From the time we were little, our parents constantly reminded us to play nice.

Play nice on the playground. Play nice at church. Play nice at school. Play nice with your siblings.

Playing nice.

Sadly, as we grow older, we often forget our parent’s admonition about playing nice.

We lose that sense of decency. The common caring about another person.

We strive to get ahead. It’s all about climbing up the ladder. It’s about us—not others.

Maybe it is our sense of competition. Maybe that’s what is expected of us.

Well. No more.

Jesus first. Others second.

Monday, September 13, 2010

Fellowship--100 Words


A churchy word.

But, to put it in secular terminology, let’s use the word friendship.

Aren’t we all seeking friendship or fellowship?

Maybe so. Well, I suppose there are those hermits hiding out deep in the woods of Montana that may not be seeking friendship. And, quite honestly, there are days that I’d like nothing better than hiding from everyone and everything. Yes, solitude intrigues me at times.

But, not every day. Most days I want to be with people. To find relationship.

I suppose that’s why Facebook interests me so much.

I can be friends, fellowship, or hide.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Boxes--100 Words


Since April, life has revolved around boxes.

It was in April that we listed our house for sale. We boxed us “unnecessary” things so the house would show better.

Four days later, we had our first offer on the house. More boxes were filled as we prepared for the sale to be finalized.

That deal fell through, a week before closing.

We unpacked a few boxes to help the house show better a second time.

Then, house sold again. For good.

Boxes, boxes, boxes, everywhere.

Now, they are being moved.

Only to be unpacked.

And thrown away. Or burned.

Friday, August 20, 2010

Closing Day--100 Words

Closing day.

If you are reading this, then today is closing day on the houses we are selling and buying.

This has been a journey.


I know. I’ve been quick to complain about this journey.

But, I have to stop and realize I put myself through it.

No one put a gun to my head and said, “Sell and buy!”

I caused this.

What I didn’t do is cause all of the starts and stops along the way. Those came because of the mistakes of others.

Hopefully, at 3:00 PM, the end of the journey arrives.


Thursday, August 19, 2010

Aging--100 Words


No fun in that word.

Joints hurt. Memory shortens. Hair falls out. Teeth let loose. Medicine list gets longer.

I’ve heard people say this about birthdays (implying it relates to aging): “Well, beats the alternative.”

As if dying is all bad.

But, is dying worse than aging?

Not always.

Who among would choose aging over death if it meant Alzheimer’s was our constant companion.

Who would choose aging over death if it meant enduring the ravages of cancer.

Have we forgotten Paul’s words: “For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain.”

Dying isn’t always bad.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Having Fun--100 Words

Having fun.

Cyndi Lauper sang about girls wanting to have fun.

Eagle Eye Cherry posed the question, “Are you still having fun?”

How much fun do we have?

Oh, I know. Life is serious.

There’s unemployment. Cancer. Divorce. Human trafficking. Death. Suffering.

I get it. I, too, have experienced some of those life events.

Who hasn’t known their share of seriousness?

But, laughter is good for us.

I have a choice. I can wait for trouble to find me.

Or, I can celebrate every day given to me by God and then trust Him with troubles come.

It’s my choice.

Monday, August 16, 2010

Christ Follower--100 Words

I’m a Christ follower.

Simply put, I believe in and follow Jesus Christ.

I’ve given my life to Him. He is my Redeemer. Savior. Lord. And, Friend.

I love Him. And, I know He loves me.

Yet, I am not perfect.

I am not even good many times.

I’m a sinner.

I fail miserably. I fall short of His plan.

I could excuse it on being human. Or, not always understanding His Word or plan for my life.

I could do that. But, why lie.

Mostly, when I fail, it’s my own choosing.

Lord, forgive my stumbles and weak ways.

Friday, August 13, 2010

Being A Dad--100 Words

Being a dad.

There are so many special things in life.

Becoming a Christ follower ranks number one.

Getting married is special and ranks a close second.

But, becoming a dad, is almost beyond words.

Watching a child grow. Watching a child’s face change every day. Listening as they grunt, mumble, and speak.

Listening as words become sentences.

Then, there’s crawling. Walking. Then running.

But, of all the things a child does, it’s hard to beat seeing a child reach up his or her hand, placing it into your hand, and then smiling from ear-to-ear.

I love being a dad.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Quiet--100 Words


I’m rarely accused of being quiet.

Normally, I’m rather loud.

I have one of those voices that carries across the room.

Me? Whisper? Don’t have it in me.

But, this week, I’ve found myself needing to be quiet.

With all that has taken place related to the sale of our home, and the rug being pulled out from under us at the last minute, words just haven’t come easily.

Or, at all.

So, I’ve been quiet. I’ve spent the week trying to listen for a change.

And, as with being terrible at being quiet, I’m even worse at listening.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Punch to the Gut--100 Words

What’s worse than depressed?

I guess, in some ways, that would be suicidal.

Okay. What’s only slightly worse than depressed?

Discouraged? Frustrated?

It’s that kind of “punch to the stomach” feeling.

Ever experienced that?

Well, lately, that feeling has become my constant companion.

Not a liked companion. Not desired.

I’m sick and tired of it.

I’m sure I can take more. But, if I have a choice, I’d rather not.

Oh, my troubles are small. Children are starving to death around the world. Wars are being fought. Soldiers are dying.

I need to grow up. And get over my discouragement.

Monday, August 9, 2010

Working Hard--Point of View--100 Words

What’s your POV of working hard?

It seems that not everyone has the same work ethic that I was taught.

I guess I was taught it. Or, was it drilled into my brain?

Either way, working hard to provide for myself and my family was instilled into my psyche.

Some don’t have that mindset.

At least it seems that way from observing them.

Is that unfair? Is that being judgmental on my part?

It probably is unfair. I don’t know what’s going on in their mind or body.

Maybe they just approach life differently from me.

Nothing wrong with that.

Friday, August 6, 2010

Point of View--God (Part 5)--100 Words

Point of view (POV).

What’s your POV of God?

We all have one.

Even those who deny His existence.

So, what do you believe about God?

For me, that POV changes.


Sometimes daily.

No. it’s not what you may be thinking.

My POV of God doesn’t change as I want Him to change.

In that sense, God is unchangeable. He is an immovable heavenly being.

My POV changes as I learn more about God.

As I study His Word.

As I pray.

Hopefully, I know more about God today than yesterday, but not as much as I will tomorrow.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Point of View--God (Part 4)--100 Words

Point of view (POV).

What’s your POV of God?

I struggle knowing God.

After all, I can’t see Him.

I can’t touch Him.

I can’t hear Him.

I can’t smell Him.

Things that normally makes things real. God is none of those things.

There are moments that I am troubled by that.

Truthfully, there are plenty of things I can’t explain about God.

Then again, I can’t explain how an airplane flies. Or, how toothpaste gets into that little tube. Or, how sound waves can find my cell phone.

I still fly, brush, and talk.

I still believe in God.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Point of View--God (Part 3)--100 Words

Point of view (POV).

What’s your POV of God?

I know the one I should have.

Or, have been told that I should have.

I was in church nine months before I was born. I’ve heard it for a LONG time!

But, have I listened to Him?

Have I really understood Him?

Or, have I only understood what others have told me about Him?

There’s a huge difference there.

I’m at the point in life where I don’t need people telling me what to believe.

I’m smart enough to listen, study, and evaluate for myself.

With God, that takes time.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Point of View (Part 2)--God--100 Words

Point of view (POV).

What’s your POV of God?

You’ve heard of Him, I’m sure.

The One mentioned in the Old Testament, and New.

The One Who has billboards with catchy sayings on them.

The One written about by preachers, theologians, scientists, and even a few atheists.

That one.

Earlier in life, I saw Him as a policeman—just waiting for me to fall so He could send me off to hell.

Later, I saw Him as distant—where was He when I needed Him most?

Most days, I see Him as creator.

Lover of my soul.

Eternally present.


Monday, August 2, 2010

Point of View (Part 1)--100 Words

Point of view (POV).

Everyone has one.

A designer has a point of view, whether contemporary, traditional, classical.

A chef has one. It may be baking, vegetarian, southern, gluten free, whole food, ethnic.

What’s your POV?

About life.

About your job.

About your family.

About your future.

You have one.

Have you taken time to understand it. Explain it. Accept it.

Later this month, I have a birthday. As it approaches, I think it’s important to evaluate my point of view—about several things.

Take the journey with me if you will.

If not, that’s okay too.

First up—God.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Focus--100 Words


We know the importance of focus.

What teenager hasn’t heard their parent remind them to focus on school, or driving.

What employee doesn’t know that focusing on their job is essential for continued employment.

Yet, focus often eludes us.

It eludes us as we drive—leading to major accidents.

It eludes us as we work. We spend time talking. Gossiping. Texting. Even Facebooking.

It eludes us as we pray. We get distracted. We find ourselves thinking about important things and stupid things.

Why the lack of focus? Why can’t we be single-minded?

No magical answers.

Just random, unfocused thoughts.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Small Towns--100 Words

Small towns.

Small towns usually get a terrible rap.

Few services. Slow when they have services. Many miles from “civilization.”

All of those statements may be true.

Until someone comes along and surprises you with kindness.

Today, I needed some papers faxed. It wasn’t convenient to drive the paperwork to my mortgage person.

A fax was the logical choice.

Several calls to area businesses. No one could fax. Not WalMart. Not Walgreens.

Finally, Snider Pharmacy came through. One man shop. Probably struggling to stay in business.

Offered to fax at no charge!

The wonder of small towns. And, nice people.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Straight Lines--100 Words

[While I wish I could claim ownership of the yard in the photo, alas, it's not our yard. Maybe our new home will look this good!]

Straight lines.

I cut grass today.

I enjoy doing that.

I enjoy cutting the grass in straight lines.

It looks organized. It looks clean. It looks as it should.

How I wish all of life could be measured in straight lines.

You know. The shortest distance between two points.

In relationship to my career, every decision would be clear and the direction would be easily recognized.

In relationship to family, we’d know exactly what each other needed and then tackle it head-on.

Yet, life doesn’t come to us in straight lines.

Normally, it comes like dodging flowers.

And, dog poop.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Control--100 Words


That word can be positive or negative.

When driving a car, you should always remain under control of the vehicle.

On the other hand, in a marriage, it’s not about control, it’s about sharing, and giving.

Too many teenagers feel controlled by their parents.

How many people in their job feel totally controlled by their supervisor or boss?

When we are controlled by others, do we see it as positive or as debilitating?

I know the answer. So do you.

So, why is it that I need to control? What about the pain it causes that I don’t understand?

Friday, July 16, 2010

In Charge--100 Words

In charge.

Who’s in charge?

At your house? With your family? In your job? In your church?

Who’s the boss?

Who gives the orders?

Who does the following?

Is being in charge what it’s all about? Control?

I know people who think they have to be in control.

Of everything.

Seriously. Everything.

From where to eat. To what others do. In big things, little things, and non-existent things.

It’s all about power.

Strange. The One person who had every right to be in charge, wrapped a towel around His waist and washed dirty feet.

Am I above doing the same?

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Blindsided--100 Words


Ever been blindsided? Sure you have.





I guess what hurts the most is that you just don’t see the sudden jar coming.

Ask Hall of Fame football quarterback Joe Theismann.

Ask the parent whose 15-year-old daughter just got pregnant.

Ask the 30-year-old father who has just been told he has six months to live.

Ask the 61-year-old employee who has just been “downsized.”

Ask the parent of the child whose name shows up on the roadside AMBER alert signs.


Lord help us to deal with the blindsides. Give us Your strength. Wisdom. Grace. Mercy.

Deflating--100 Words


What’s worse, a major blowout or a slow deflating?

Both can be devastating.

With a major blowout, there’s a sudden change, a blowout or blowup. Quick response is required.

With a blowout, only a few seconds are involved, then it is done.

With a deflating, it’s slow. Steady. Hardly noticed. Just a hiss. Almost a whisper.

I’ve been hearing a lot of hissing for some time. Each hiss, alone, isn’t a problem.

But, when you add them all together, the hissing becomes a whirlwind.

I’m trying to understand. Where is God’s voice? I’m listening and waiting. Wanting to hear.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Self Absorbed--100 Words

Self absorbed.

Americans are self absorbed.

Does that trouble you?

I hope so!

We are self absorbed.

Do you doubt me?

We give trophies to every player on every team our children are on. It doesn’t matter whether they are good or even win. They get a trophy.

Basketball players demand and receive a gazillion dollars to play a game.

There’s a fast food restaurant on every corner—we can’t be hungry for 5 minutes.

And, a church as well.

Wonder what starving children who have no basketballs or food or church think about America?

Do we even care anymore?

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

An Open Letter to Jesse--100 Words

From one reverend to another.

Jesse, Jesse, Jesse.

Let me understand what you are saying.

LeBron James is a slave?

Dan Gilbert is a slaveholder?

The owner of a basketball team is treating an athlete like a runaway slave?

Are you kidding?

Jesse, I would agree if you had said that Mr. Gilbert’s open letter to LeBron was in bad taste or over the top. It was. He was.

But, a slaveholder?

Jesse, your only point was to put yourself back in the spotlight.

I doubt you care about LeBron.

Please. Stop calling yourself Reverend.

You haven’t served a church.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Praise--425 Words


Ken Thomas wrote a hymn at a time when the established church believed only Scripture should be sung as hymns—-with a special emphasis given to the Psalms. Some church leaders considered it sinful and blasphemous to write new lyrics for church music. It was almost like they were adding words to the Scriptures.

In that atmosphere, Ken wrote this and several other hymns for the boys at Winchester College, with strict instructions that they use them only in their rooms, for private devotions.

Today, we know the last stanza far better than the others. It may be the most frequently used piece of music in worship. Read the hymn from the beginning. Don’t skip ahead. And, as you come to the end, sing out in praise.

At Ken’s request, his hymn was sung at his funeral, fittingly held at sunrise.

“Awake, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

“Thy precious time misspent, redeem,
Each present day thy last esteem,
Improve thy talent with due care;
For the great day thyself prepare.

“By influence of the Light divine
Let thy own light to others shine.
Reflect all Heaven’s propitious ways
In ardent love, and cheerful praise.

“In conversation be sincere;
Keep conscience as the noontide clear;
Think how all seeing God thy ways
And all thy secret thoughts surveys.

“Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who all night long unwearied sing
High praise to the eternal King.

“All praise to Thee, who safe has kept
And hast refreshed me while I slept
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake
I may of endless light partake.

“Heav’n is, dear Lord, where’er Thou art,
O never then from me depart;
For to my soul ’tis hell to be
But for one moment void of Thee.

“Lord, I my vows to Thee renew;
Disperse my sins as morning dew.
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with Thyself my spirit fill.

“Direct, control, suggest, this day,
All I design, or do, or say,
That all my powers, with all their might,
In Thy sole glory may unite.

“I would not wake nor rise again
And Heaven itself I would disdain,
Wert Thou not there to be enjoyed,
And I in hymns to be employed.

“Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.”

Friday, July 9, 2010

Puncture--100 Words


A couple of nights ago, something happened.

I found myself with two puncture marks on the top of my head (see above photo).

Here are the possibilities of how it happened:

1) A vampire from the Twilight saga snuck into our house and turned me into a vampire.

2) A rattlesnake bit me as I slept. (With the recent snake visit at our house, anything’s possible.

3) Evan, my two-year-old, while jumping on the couch, jumped at me, slipped, digging his front two teeth into my head, drawing blood, swelling, and pain.

If you are wondering, Evan is fine.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Meaning--100 Words


We search for meaning.

We try to give meaning to how we live.

We hope meaning will be found in our testimony.

Yet, true meaning often alludes us.

Ernest Hemingway said, “Every man’s life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.”

Another way to say that is found on a tombstone: .

Life’s meaning is determined by what happens on either side of the dash.

We are created the same.

We die the same.

It’s how we live that gives meaning to life.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Idiot-Proof--100 Words


Society has tried to idiot-proof just about everything.

Medicine has child-proof tops on it.

We’ve made tamper-resistant doors for our kitchen cabinets.

There are warning signs for just about everything known to mankind today.

We even have cars that can parallel park!

Yet, we can’t stop an idiot from getting behind the steering wheel of a car.

Yesterday, on my way to work, I was just about run over by a pickup truck. The driver, at the last second, swerved to miss my car as I sat at a red light.

I guess we can’t idiot-proof idiots, can we?

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Anticipation--100 Words


Seneca said, “Expecting is the greatest impediment to living. In anticipation of tomorrow, it loses today.”

Countless times in life I have experienced anticipation.

The anticipation of being accepted to school.

The anticipation of entering the sanctuary to marry.

The anticipation of my child’s birth.

The anticipation of job changes. Health concerns. And yes, selling real estate.

All of those life events have caused anticipation, and to some degree, fear.

I wonder how many days I have lost living in wait or anticipation or fear.

How many days have been squandered. Needlessly.

Jesus said, “Fear not.”

I needed that.

Sunday, July 4, 2010

America--100 Words


Land of my birth.

America and I share too much in common.

We both disrespect God regularly.

We both ignore the things of God.

We both would miss the freedom of worship, prayer, Bible study—if they were taken from us.

Yet, we seldom take advantage of freedoms afforded to us by God. The freedom fought for by men and women young and old who died for this nation.

I haven’t yet had to fight for our nation or freedom.

That day may come.

If it does, may I stand tall. And bold.

For the land of my birth.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Aspirations--100 Words


As children, we dreamt big.

Thoughts of being an astronaut or ballerina danced in our heads.

We wanted to be a third baseman or doctor or president. We saw no limit to what our future could be.

Huge dreams. Big plans.

But, somewhere along the way, those dreams faded.

Maybe they faded into reality.

Going to school, getting married, changing diapers, working for a paycheck.

Those things seem to win out more times than not.

Can’t we learn to balance dreams and reality? Does all of life have to be serious and responsible?

Or, can’t dreams still come true?

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Shortcoming--100 Words

Leigh Steinberg said: “Never underestimate the capacity of another human being to have exactly the same shortcomings you have.”

Is that true?

Do you believe it?

It’s difficult to believe that others have the same shortcomings as me.

I see my shortcomings up close and personal. I know them by name. I know when they are coming. I know when they’re leaving. I know them intimately.

But, when I see others, I rarely see their shortcomings. They hide them. They keep the veil over them.

Is that the way people see me?

Is it necessary to live behind a veil?

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Spanking--100 Words


The Old Testament says if we spare the rod, we spoil the child.

While no child likes to be spanked, no child needs to go without discipline.

Children know it—they know they need correction.

While they know that and they need it, they still don’t want it.

They want their way. In their time. And in whatever way they want it.

They despise correction.

But, who doesn’t? I’m far from being a child, but I still despise correction.

Even God’s correction. His “spankings” hurt as much as those my parents applied to my backside.

Yes, hurts. But, needed.

Monday, June 28, 2010

Heights--100 Words


Heights bother me.

Let me restate that. Heights terrify me.

I don’t like tall buildings. I don’t like tall rides at the amusement park. I don’t like dreaming about being high off the ground.

I especially don’t like to fly. I don’t like taking off. I don’t like landings. I especially don’t like bumps while in flight. Turbulence and crashing seem too closely related.

The only height I really tolerate well is climbing new heights for God’s kingdom.

Those challenge me. They push me to reach. They motivate me.

And, on yes, they scare the daylights out of me.

Friday, June 25, 2010

700--100 Words

If you found yourself on Jeopardy and the question was: “700”, how would you answer.

If you’re smart, you might answer it is the sum of 4 consecutive primes (167+173+179+181).

You might say it’s a Harshad number. (A Harshad number is an integer that’s divisible by the sum of its digits.)

You might answer it’s the tints of color in the rainbow the human eye can distinguish.

If you are spiritual, you might say it’s a number used 5 times in the Bible.

But, if you’re really smart, you’d say it’s the number of blog posts written by Steve Heartsill!

Thursday, June 24, 2010

One Short--100 Words

One short.

Ever feel like you come up one short?

I grew up playing baseball. In those days, you couldn’t start playing until you were 5 or 6.

I’ll never forget batting against 10 year old pitchers! It wasn’t fair—for the 6-year-old batter, that is.

I often came up one short. If I were lucky, I’d bat 3 for 4 in the game. Still, I’d be one short of perfect.

I’ve often come up one short. At work. At home. As a father. As a friend.

Never a good feeling.

Not something to strive for.

In baseball.

Or life.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Ain't--100 Words

Ain’t ain’t a word.

You know that, right?

But, in some ways, it’s the only word to use.

Nothing else will fit the sentence like ain’t.

Bill Cosby once said, “A word to the wise ain’t necessary, it’s the stupid ones who need the advice.”

See what I mean?

Try substituting the word “isn’t” in there. Just doesn’t carry the same impact.

Wonder if Jesus ever used the word ain’t?

Maybe He said, “There ain’t no other way to heaven…”

Or, “Ain’t I the way, the truth, and the life?”

No matter how you say it, ain’t it the truth!

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Hot--100 Words

Man. Has it been hot in Alabama lately.

While I don’t buy into the manmade global warming stuff, I do know summer has arrived in Alabama.

With it comes hot and humid days.

Notice. I didn’t say daytime.

It’s hot ALL day and night in Alabama in the summer.

That’s why I like cold weather.

In cold weather, you can put on layers of clothes. Just pile them on until you’re warm.

But, in summer, you can’t strip as naked as desired. At least not in public.

So. It’ll get cold again. Between January 10–12, 2011, it’ll be cold.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Veins--100 Words

What runs through your veins?

I’ve heard some people have ice water in theirs.

The way some people drink coffee, tea, and soft drinks, they might have those running through them.

I take a blood thinner every day. I can safely say I have that running through my veins—and I want it to keep running!

Never really thought much about veins and arteries until after October 13, 2008—Heart Attack day at our house.

Veins became much more important that afternoon at 1:30 and shortly thereafter as a tube was sent looking through mine.

Protect what you can’t see!

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Father's Day--100 Words

Father’s Day.

Most important day of the year.

Just ask any father!

It is a time to reflect upon our own fathers.

And, the job they did. Or, the job they did on us.

It is also a time to reflect on our own years of being a father.

To learn lessons discovered the hard way.

There’s no textbook that comes with our children. No owner’s manual.

Basically, shortly after birth, the doctor bundles up the screaming little child and says, “This belongs to you now.”

Honestly, that was one of the most frightening days of my life!

Still is.

Friday, June 18, 2010

Writing--100 Words

“Why do you write?”

I’m asked that question a lot. Maybe because I do a lot of writing.

That would seem logical, don’t you think?

So, why write?

After all, who reads things anymore?

In an age where everything is instantaneous, who has time to read someone’s rants, raves, reviews, or thoughts?

Well, here’s the kicker. I don’t write for you.

I write for me.

I write my thoughts. I don’t always think about your thoughts as I write.

These are things that cause my mind to race.

If they make you think along the way, that’s okay by me.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Fighting Fair--100 Words

As an elementary-age child, I was a runt.

I was the shortest kid on the playground.

The last chosen when teams were decided.

I was skinny.

I was a runt.

Because of my size, I became an easy target to get picked on.

The bigger kids would push and shove and make fun of me.

I took it, fearing what they’d do if I didn’t.

Finally, when I could take no more, I’d fight back. What I lacked in size, I made up in determination.

Some people would do well to remember that I still have fight left in me.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Arrogance--100 Words

Samuel Butler said: “The truest characters of ignorance are vanity, and pride and arrogance.”

Sadly, I think Mr. Butler was right.

We live in a vain world. It is certainly prideful.

Arrogance does seem to rule the day.

To some degree, maybe we are all arrogant at times. And prideful. And vain. An ignorant.

Not good characteristics to strive for. But, who really has to strive for them?

They seem to come so naturally.

God forgive such shameful behavior of those who claim to belong to You.

Open our eyes to see that our only value is found in You!

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Real Estate--100 Words

Real Estate.

Ever given much thought to it?

Just about the time I think I have real estate figured out, everything changes. And I do mean everything.

Our house was on the market 4 days. Then, we had a signed contract. Everything’s good.

USDA runs out of funds. Stalls the process of my purchaser. Everything’s bad.

USDA gets new funds. Back on track. Waiting two more weeks for word. Still waiting.

Now, we could lose the home we hope to purchase because of the delays.

I realize it could get worse. I do.

But, I’m tired of thinking about it.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Pick--100 Words


On the schoolyard playground, I was often picked last when teams were chosen.

Didn’t matter the game. Kickball. Football. Baseball. Basketball.

Always last or next to last.

You see, I was small for my age. Short. Very thin.

But, my size didn’t reflect how fast I was.

But, speed mattered little on the playground.

It was always the tall kids chosen early.

They went first. They never knew the “thrill” of watching everyone else picked first.

I rarely think about being picked last.

As an adult looking back, I’m just thankful I was chosen at all.

I was included.