Time to write

My new year’s goal was set in early January, and I have fallen short of maintaining this blog daily. This morning, I revisited my goal setting post from early this year, and it has given me encouragement in a few areas needing attention in my life.

This has been a year of new beginnings. It’s been a year that will be one we will look back at as formative in so many ways. My new habits have in large part involved, and revolved around my new business venture. I’ve learned incredible things this year as a business owner, father, husband and child of our Heavenly Father. However along with all these great new things, structure for daily/weekly routine has been needed.

Monday mornings will become a jumping-off point for re-establishing my blog. It will be my place to get the inspirational juices flowing, and to stretch muscles that need to be toned a bit.

Thanks for hanging in there with me.


So much hope.

It’s tough to imagine my life without my wife and kids now. If not for them, I wonder what lens I would view the world through. Through my relationship with them, my view of world events has taken many turns. I have been all things from overprotective and scared for the lives of my children, to defiant and at times militant against a brutal and controlling world of negativity.

Just yesterday, a neighbor recollected a discouraging comment from a family member. Something along the lines of “…it would be tough to feel good about bringing a child into the world today”. I’ve seen this point of view with great simpathy.

Part of me wants to look at today’s world with sorrow, disappointment, and at times, downright disgust. As bad as it seems, there have been people feeling similarly for generations. Ponderings from the past and present – “How have we strayed so far from God” and “Jesus has to be on his way soon” or “Things just can’t get much worse…”

In this journey of life, we have taken the not-so-easy road to homeschool our children. To be clear, there has been a place for public education, and there still is. The decision to do so may have been hatched during one of my “militant” phases, but it is a decision we do not look upon with regret. In the last year, never has it been more apparent we are on the right track. Through this process, there is a sense of hope seldom found anywhere else. Ownership, responsibility, commitment, courtesy, faithfulness. These are just a few of the values missing from many vocabularies today.

When we attend gatherings of families today who are choosing to take on the leadership, and lost lexicon of true education, I am blown away. What we are witnessing is as close to revolutionary as I can imagine, yet so naturally and biblically basic. The love poured out upon our children through the hard work of loving parents is the baseline of humanity.

A true measure of time

The sun sets, the sun rises. Another day, another blessing-

There are observable milestones in Gods natural law that we use to build our calendar, schedule our life, and plan our future. The moon changes phase, the leaves change, days become short, then long again. We rest on the seventh day, ’cause Dad showed us how.

History and the true measure of time, depends on more than this. When we think back upon our life, or world history, the day is only given meaning by the events of man. Natural disasters are given meaning only because we are here to observe, react, and at times mourn.

As goes the old adage: If a tree falls in the forest… It is not so much the hearing of the tree that matters, it is the experience of witnessing and recalling that event that defines that moment in time. It is the age of the hiker’s children, the car he drove to the trail head, among other things.

Events, achievements, but above all, birth of new life give us an understandable and relevant timeline to this journey through time and space. It is in this context that we can better understand how time can seemingly fly, or drag depending upon our environmental exposure.

Here is to full days and a fully defined life-



Been at this new routine for a month now. I don’t quite qualify it as a habit yet. The level of commitment, I am finding myself unnerved when looking back at the previous day’s post. I find typos, missing words, and half thoughts. My Donald Trump post from last night was the second attempt. The first was longer, and better, but I hit something and deleted the original.

The original goal in my year of daily blogs was morning posts, but they have bled into the late evenings lately. My eyes and brain have been half shut, however there have been some interesting posts put down.

A blog can be something that you do when you are inspired. You may rarely feel inspired with this mindset. However, a blog can be something that you do every day, and you find that you are always contemplating something or another. This something may, or may not be of interest to anyone, but the act of putting it on record is an effort worthwhile, but only if you believe in it.

I took a moment tonight to review some early posts from the time this blog was started. The ideas that wisp through my mind regularly are caught, and put on “paper” for future inspiration, or simply to record something of interest.

Anyway, I’ll keep chugging and maybe get back into morning inspiration again. Gonna get some sleep now.