Closer than You Think

After a decade in this house, I still ponder the intent of that half-circle pane at the apex of our bedroom window.  Structurally, it serves no purpose; it must have been created for purely aesthetic value.  These are the things I ruminate while attempting to fall asleep at night.

Hi, My Name is John

She lied to me.  She stood right there in front of me and lied.  When I warned her she better tell the truth or I’d have to give her consequences, she looked me in the eye . . . and lied.  And I wanted to cry.

There are so many times as a parent that I feel ineffective.  No matter the consequence, no matter the number of times we address the issue, there are just some places in my child’s heart that I can not seem to reach.  As my daughter quickly reaches her teenage years, those unreachable places seem more and more out of grasp.

Keeping the Pace

It’s February and I’m already struggling in my consistency at the gym.  Can anyone relate?

If you’ve been reading along with me for awhile, you may recall my less-than-remarkable motivation for exercise from a previous blog (click here to read).  Maintaining my physical fitness is not my favorite pastime, especially when I grown accustom to my lack-of-fitness.  A simple reflection of my coming and going over the course of a week would probably lead you to the conclusion that I’d rather “nurture” my body with procrastination and comfort food than make the trek to the gym.

Taking mental note of my rapid decline, I have begun re-employing some techniques that help me to keep up the pace. 

Being vs. Doing

I am sitting on an airplane, physically and emotionally spent, returning home from the hospital bedside of my father.  After a week in the cardiac wing, he will be released within the next few days.  But we are far from sure that he leaves with hopes of better health.  My brother will stay behind to assure he adjusts to home life and a new medical regiment and diet while I fly home to wait, pray, and care for my family.  As I stare out the window at the passing clouds, I don’t know if this is a new beginning or the beginning of the end.