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That’s what I’ve been giving you for the last few months. And it’s been on purpose.

I didn’t do it to hurt you. Actually, I did it to keep from hurting you.

You see, I have been hurting for the past few months, and I recognize that hurting people hurt other people. So, I went silent in an attempt to not hurt anyone – intentionally or otherwise.

I’m glad to say that I am on the upside of the healing process, and feel as though I can communicate again without pain and anger coming out.

It feels good to be back. Thanks for being patient with me.

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I really don’t know how busy beavers are, but I’ll use the expression anyway.

Life seems to be picking up speed right now. I thought things slowed down around summer time?

This week my boss and a co-worker are on vacation and I’m covering for both of them – AND there is an ALL DAY staff meeting on Thursday. Couple that with the fact that I’m speaking on Sunday AND I have a letter of recommendation to write for a friend. There’s also my self-imposed deadline of two weeks to understand and lead family groups. Did I mention we have a one-month old?

I’m thinking of hiring some beavers to be my assistants. I’ve heard they’re pretty busy guys. (Could you imagine a beaver changing my son’s diaper?)

Are you slowing down or speeding up for the summer?

This Sunday at RPC, Timm continued the Uncensored series. This week he focused on time management, or as Timm put it “cheating people with our time.” Here are a few high points from the sermon.

  • My to-do list overshadows my clock.
  • At the end of the day we have disappointed someone somewhere.
  • Everybody’s cheating somebody. We need to be strategic with our cheating. It’s not a question of IF, but WHO.
  • Ephesians 5:15-16  Live on purpose.
  • God is the God of time. He’s not surprised, He’s in control.
  • “I really want to be organic. Organic = lazy.”
  • God doesn’t call you to do little things. When God calls you to do something, you live dillegently and make it happen.
  • Who are you cheating?
  • Sleep is overrated.
  • Don’t allow what’s urgent to to distract what’s important.
  • The #1 issue in the US is the disintegration of the family.
  • “I didn’t promise to love, honor and cherish you (the church).”
  • What does success look like when you’re dead?
  • God, give us the courage to cheat the right people.

Also, Emily brought it on Let Me Sing, there were 2 baptisms, I got asked to do 2 weddings and someone went into labor. Holy cow! Good thing the topic was time management.

His name is Jacob. He lives at the boys home. I’m going to try and help him with his Algebra. I think he may change my life. Hopefully I can be a blessing to his life. For once my super-nerd math powers may pay off. This brings my friends total to 3 real and 24 imaginary.

Whose life are you intentionally investing in, not including family?

It’s Friday again! What are the odds? Like 1 in 5 or something. Well, here goes.

1) My back. Is. Killing. Me. I don’t know what I did, but I wish I hadn’t. Whoever has the voodoo doll, please stop. Thanks.

2) Catalyst is in 5 days. I’m excited about going for the first time. I’m not real excited about leaving the family again. I hope to meet some of the bloggers I follow, like her and him and this guy and  that guy and this guy, but I’m especially stoked to see and hear this guy. I’ve been paying the most attention to him lately. Should be an energizing and draining 3.5 days.

3) My hall shower is getting fixed, and not by me. I had every intention of tiling the shower myself, but I have very little time and experience. Fortunately, a friend in construction had some time, and I had some money, so VIOLA! It should be finished next week. Did I mention that my wife has been VERY patient with me through this?

4) Being a t-ball coach is hard work. I took a bat to the shin on Tuesday. The knot has mostly gone down.

5) Work and church are both crazy right now. Huge things are happening in both places. Lots of work, too. That equals tired Michael.

That’s it for me. Happy Friday!

My watch battery is dying. On my way to work, I looked down to notice it was 4:15 according to my watch. Either I was early or I was heading the wrong direction. I guess I should be happy that the watch outlasted the battery. Now I have to go to the jeweler. You ladies out there may get all excited about a trip to the jeweler, but not me. I see it like a trip to the dentist. Quiet, strange smell, well lit, and the sound of miniature tools in the background.

Why can’t the auto parts store change watch batteries?

Do you remember where you were 7 years ago today when the Twin Towers were attacked? I bet you do.

I was on my way to USF Tampa for classes. The report came over the radio as I pulled into the parking lot. Classes were cancelled, so I went to lunch with my friend Warren. We watched on the news as we waited for our meals. I remember thinking, “How could this happen to us?” When food arrived, I prayed. It was an extra-long prayer. When I looked up, Warren was still praying. To my knowledge, Warren wasn’t a Christian, but that day he needed to talk to God. I remember it vividly. Like it was yesterday.

On my way in to work today, I tried to recall other pieces of history. I remembered being in Mrs. Smith’s fourth grade class at Dundee Elementary when the Challenger exploded. And in Mr. Kennon’s ninth grade history class when we invaded Iraq.

Isn’t it funny how we have such vivid momories of the worst days in history? And the best days of our lives fly by.

I don’t remember much from my wedding. Once Ginny walked through those doors, the rest was a blur. I couldn’t tell you who attended. I know we did the Hokey Pokey. I have to defer to pictures for the rest. But that was one of the best days in my life.

Why is that? Bad days stick with us and good days fly past?

I’ve noticed lately that I spend lots of time online with no real purpose.

When I’m online, I spend most of my time on Kongregate playing games.

It’s a cool site that highlights a new game each week. Also, it has intermediate awards so you can earn points for playing games. I don’t know what the points are for, but there fun to earn.

Right now, my favorite game is Amophous+.

Go there and check it out, then tell me what you favorite game is. And tell them Squincheye sent you.

Beware. It’s addicting.

It’s been a long two weeks. One week spent fighting a storm, the next week trying to recover. Here’s five for Friday.

  • My wife’s sick. Sinuses. I think she’s allergic to the baby.
  • Boo Boo Cat won’t be having any Boo Boo Babies. He’s getting fixed today. (from the description of the procedure, it sounds like he’s getting broken today)
  • We had a meeting at work yesterday. 151 people are getting laid off. Not cool. I don’t think I’m one of the 151, but no one knows.
  • I may have been promoted to head t-ball coach. Not sure yet. More to come….
  • I’m preaching at RPC on Sunday. A fun time is guaranteed to be had by all.

That’s it for me, what are you up to today?

Today’s PPT is dedicated to my lovely wife, Ginny.

Eight years ago today, Ginny and I were married. It was the best thing to ever happen in my life. Seriously, I married over my head. Way over my head. <insert short joke here> When I met her nine years ago, I knew I didn’t have a chance, but I pursued her anyway. And I’m glad I did.

Ginny has the largest heart of anyone I know. Larger than Michael Phelps’, whose genetically engineered heart pumps twice as much blood as a real human’s heart. She cares so much for other people and for animals, and will go out of her way to help them.

She is also the most supportive wife ever. She puts up with me, for one thing. Also, she put me through my last year of college, and put her career on hold to raise our children.

Did I mention that she keeps the cleanest house in the state, possibly the nation? Or that she is strong and independent? I firmly believe that she could make it without me, but I could never make it without her.

Here’s to my wife, and to the best eight years of my life. I love you, Ginny.