Be Real

My wife and I were having breakfast with an old friend in our hometown recently. We hadn’t seen Todd in a long time—too long. As we were catching up he asked, “You guys aren’t perfect right? Because no one is….but just reading your Facebook posts, you sure seem to have fun with life. You sure seem healthy and happy. It’s really inspiring.” It was a nice compliment. And it got me thinking about that fine line. You know the one—the line between what is real and what is not. “Sunday morning we dress up, spray up, and get all made up, but we’re not always on the up and up.” ~ Allen Jackson I love Facebook for making people laugh, …

Can You See Me?

A woman in her late forties once confided in me, “The hardest thing about getting older,” she said. “Is that no one notices me anymore.” We talked about it for a few minutes. This really bothered her. When she was younger, people stopped in their tracks as she walked by. Heads turned and she knew it. She felt pretty. She felt alive. “Now,” she said, nervously laughing. “I’m just another face in the crowd.” This woman’s biggest fear was that she had faded into the colors of life’s backdrop. Just another lady. Nothing special here. I don’t think her fear is unique. Young or old, attractive or not, don’t we all just want to be seen? Don’t we all just …

Alternate Ending

Some DVDs have an option that makes me crazy. Alternate Endings, Don’t like a movie’s conclusion? Just make a different selection in the main menu. This is ridiculous. A story should stand on its own merits. A film should confidently declare, “This is what I am. Don’t like it? Don’t watch.” Your life? Your life is different. After all, you are a work in progress. Your life is a book you write each day and it can be changed as often as the author likes. And the author is you. Changing direction in life is not tragic. Losing passion in life is. ~ Max Lucado Several people I care about are, for one reason or another, changing their stories this …

The Canvas

My daughter Emily led me by the hand into the entry way of our home. “Dad, what do you think?” I looked up and could hardly believe my eyes. It’s amazing what a little tape, construction paper and a whole lot of creativity can do. Oh, I knew something was going on. I was watching the game in the next room and I could hear the tape dispenser working overtime. It seemed between every tackle, every touchdown, a loud riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip echoed from the stairwell. Little did I know that my house was being transformed into a Dr. Seuss book. By the time she was finished, our once simple high ceiling and boring beige walls had morphed into a dazzling display …

The Day The World Stood Still

Tuesday, September 11, 2001 The pediatrician was taking a long time to come into the narrow, windowless room where my wife and I were desperately trying to keep our 18-month old daughters occupied. “Where is he?” we wondered. It was just before 9 a.m. Finally, a nurse came in. “Sorry for the delay,” she said. “Doctor is in his office watching the news. A plane hit the World Trade Center in New York.” And so it began. Less than an hour later, we were in the car heading home. I turned on the local radio news station. We learned that a second plane hit the South Tower, a third plane crashed into the Pentagon, and there were early reports of …