You remember the Anne Geddes photos with the cute babies dressed in flowers and such? They creep me out for some reason.
Tonight, I helped my oldest son stage one of the most brilliant “scare” jobs on his brother ever concocted.
“concocted”…another bizarre sounding word.
Stephen had decided to take a shower in the master bath, as usual. There was a load of clean clothes on my bed. I had Caleb lay on the bed and I covered him up with the pile of clothes, exposing just one eye, so he could see his brother walk out of the bathroom. It went off without a hitch. Stephen let out a long, high pitched scream. I wouldn’t feel too bad for Stevie, he got in a couple of good shots on his brother before I pulled them apart. My thought process is we can talk about this for years at the dinner table…or therapy couch. Either way, it was fun.
I picked up my ten year old son this morning from his mother’s house. On the way back to Smyrna, we had several deep discussions regarding life, death and a lot of the other important stuff that happens in between.
The stand out conversation was about love.
“The heart has one function, and that is to pump blood through your body to supply it with oxygen, right? Well, then how can you say you “feel” love in your heart? You only think you’re in love and that is in your mind.”
“…uh… wanna get some ice cream?”
Throughout my life, my brother hasn’t asked me for much. In fact, I can’t tell you the last time he asked me for anything. He has called me every day in the past three days about designing this tattoo for him. You see, his wife is a cancer survivor of about five years now, and last week, they received news that it’s returned. They celebrated their tenth wedding anniversary this month as well.
My best friend’s wife is also battling it right now. I haven’t eaten at their house since Thanksgiving and, honestly, I would give a day of my life for just one more spaghetti dinner in front of the TV watching Two and a Half Men with my Jones family.
I can’t help but be selfish.
God says he won’t give us any more than we can handle (Actually, not a bible verse, but a combination of many – look at 1 Cor 10:13 for starters) and I just have to be okay with that. Whether you believe in God, Yahweh, Allah, or whomever, I believe we are made in his or her image and we return there after our life here on Earth is complete.
That’s good enough for me.
We all struggle through this world together. We can choose to be greedy and have an every-man-for-himself attitude, or we can decide to be our brother’s keeper. Either way, we live and then we die. What we do in the middle is the important part. Here’s another good quote:
You are either part of the solution, or part of the problem.
I try my hardest to be a good person, because I know that’s what God wants me to do. However, I still have a tough time being a steward of God. People sometimes annoy me and I know that’s wrong.
For instance, I struggle with people who do not acknowledge when I open the door for them. This is a true test of faith. I know that God wants me to continue to do it, because I am doing his work at that moment. In fact, he wants me to smile and let them know I do it because I love them like he loves me (which – sorry, God – I can’t do it because I may be arrested). I know he’s happy with me just opening the door for now.
I am working with an amazing doctor who is currently writing a children’s book. His name is Dr.E. I am confident it will help some of those in need and I am proud to be a part of it. Some of the stories I hear are regarding young children. Most of which have known virtually no childhood to speak of. I could not imagine what it’s like going through this, or in Dr. E’s case, being the person who has made a career out of helping these individuals. God bless them all.