Showing posts with label Playing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Playing. Show all posts

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, June 14, 2010

Pick--100 Words



Pick.

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.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Peace and Quiet--100 Words



Peace and quiet.

Almost two and one-half years ago, the Lord gave my wife and I a “little” surprise—Evan, our son.

Since that time, life hasn’t been the same.

The house is filled with screams and squeals.

Toys normally cover the floors.

We have endured skinned knees, teeth coming in, potty training, and even an eye being superglued shut.

I don’t think we would trade the last 2 ½ years for anything.

But, you might want to check back when he’s 16—when the squealing comes from tires leaving the driveway and the screams are to be left alone.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Me as a Child



Well, in truth, that's not me. That's Evan! If you didn't know.

A co-worker of mine, a graphic designer, took a few liberties with a recent photo of Evan. He thought it would be fun to imagine what I looked like as a child!

Too funny Clay! I need to see if I can't find you some more work to do!