Hey folks, I am back from Hot-lanta. The Braves got beat by the Red Sox in both the games we went to. Likely, they will also lose the game tonight. Sorry Braves people. I would like for them to win tonight. I just am being realistic.
We had a dang good time. As you may know, John, Wes, Tyler, Riley and I went to the games. We stayed at John's aunt Candy's house. She's a trip. She stayed up and talked to us til 2:00am Saturday morning. I got about 3 hours sleep that night. I was beat. Wes and I talked til about 5:00am.
Candy, John's aunt, has a dog named Buffy. It is a small dog. I am not sure what kind. Of course, Tyler is scared of dogs. Evidently, so is Riley. I am sure that they will love me giving this information so freely. But, if you have ever been around them and a dog it's no news to you. This was a lap dog.
We were getting ready to wind the night down. Candy was going to bed. She said, "Buffy, lets go to bed." I was going to make a joke. I often attempt this. I said, "You sure you don't want to sleep with Tyler,....." (long pause). I was talking to the dog, Buffy. It sounded like I was talking to Candy. In other words, it sounded like I asked Candy if she wanted to sleep with Tyler. Wes and I started laughing so hard that we were delirious. I think Candy heard it. But, John, Tyler and Riley didn't. When Wes and I could talk again, we told them. We all enjoyed the moment.
Our weekend was filled with these kind of hilarious moments. We got stuck in traffic. So, I moved my seat all the way up to the steering wheel like those people who drive with their chin on the wheel (no names - you know the ones). I realized that my seat will get so close to the dash that it almost keeps me from driving. I poked along in the traffic jam like this for a while. Others that weren't in our car where even able to enjoy it too. It was quite funny. Guess you had to be there.
John Honea and I went to Mikado's (spelling) with Miles and Sutton. Ev's was supposed to go. He had some last minute scheduling issues. Next time.
I went to The Rock Family Worship this morning. I want to say, they almost got it down perfectly. I enjoyed the worship there about as much as I have anywhere. And, I like Pastor Rusty. He is a genuine lover of Jesus. I was a bit impressed.
By the way, we saw The Perfect Church in Atlanta. Literally, it is called The Perfect Church. No really, that is the name of it. The name is on the front of it. We have pictures.
God is gracious to me. He sees my heart and loves me anyway. He doens't fuss at me. He simply loves me. He does the same for you. He just knows how to be a good Dad because His is Dad. He doesn't just do a good job at it. It is Him. Happy Fathers Day.
Today, my heart is full of many things: brokeness, joy, pain, excitement, struggles, hope, concern, trust, heaviness, lightness. Many emotions and feeliings are present. I go up and I go down. But, I never feel that God is not with me. I never feel separated from Him. He is walking with me, in me, and through me.
I didn't want to go to church today. But, I promised John I would go with him. God even woke me up this morning early. He made me go. I went in with heaviness. The music started. I began to look at things with skepticism. You know my heart. Then, I just began to quote Psalm 34:1, "I will bless the Lord at all times; His praise shall continually be in my mouth." Eventually, I was able to shut out the frustration and cynicism. I was able to worship in humility of heart and brokeness.
I am saying that God spoke to me in that worship and through the Word. Define God speaking to me however you choose. I don't really care. Basically, He told me to lay myself before Him. Forget about what others do and say. Just find your strength in Me. I was moved deeply.
I wasn't in the Perfect Church today. That one is in Atlanta, I guess. But, I was in one that was damn near close. Say what you want about The Rock. Even a guy who doesn't like church, me, can tell you that was a good shot at perfect. The reason it was so close is because I saw real people. I didn't see dead people like Halie Joel Osmond in The Sixth Sense. Or, like Josh Pohly at church one Sunday. Josh was being funny. I saw real people who hurt, worshipping. It was different people, colored people, all kinds of people. Pastor Rusty was laid back. Other churches have some of this too. Today was just what I needed.
I love you, your servant, your friend,
Tim
We had a dang good time. As you may know, John, Wes, Tyler, Riley and I went to the games. We stayed at John's aunt Candy's house. She's a trip. She stayed up and talked to us til 2:00am Saturday morning. I got about 3 hours sleep that night. I was beat. Wes and I talked til about 5:00am.
Candy, John's aunt, has a dog named Buffy. It is a small dog. I am not sure what kind. Of course, Tyler is scared of dogs. Evidently, so is Riley. I am sure that they will love me giving this information so freely. But, if you have ever been around them and a dog it's no news to you. This was a lap dog.
We were getting ready to wind the night down. Candy was going to bed. She said, "Buffy, lets go to bed." I was going to make a joke. I often attempt this. I said, "You sure you don't want to sleep with Tyler,....." (long pause). I was talking to the dog, Buffy. It sounded like I was talking to Candy. In other words, it sounded like I asked Candy if she wanted to sleep with Tyler. Wes and I started laughing so hard that we were delirious. I think Candy heard it. But, John, Tyler and Riley didn't. When Wes and I could talk again, we told them. We all enjoyed the moment.
Our weekend was filled with these kind of hilarious moments. We got stuck in traffic. So, I moved my seat all the way up to the steering wheel like those people who drive with their chin on the wheel (no names - you know the ones). I realized that my seat will get so close to the dash that it almost keeps me from driving. I poked along in the traffic jam like this for a while. Others that weren't in our car where even able to enjoy it too. It was quite funny. Guess you had to be there.
John Honea and I went to Mikado's (spelling) with Miles and Sutton. Ev's was supposed to go. He had some last minute scheduling issues. Next time.
I went to The Rock Family Worship this morning. I want to say, they almost got it down perfectly. I enjoyed the worship there about as much as I have anywhere. And, I like Pastor Rusty. He is a genuine lover of Jesus. I was a bit impressed.
By the way, we saw The Perfect Church in Atlanta. Literally, it is called The Perfect Church. No really, that is the name of it. The name is on the front of it. We have pictures.
God is gracious to me. He sees my heart and loves me anyway. He doens't fuss at me. He simply loves me. He does the same for you. He just knows how to be a good Dad because His is Dad. He doesn't just do a good job at it. It is Him. Happy Fathers Day.
Today, my heart is full of many things: brokeness, joy, pain, excitement, struggles, hope, concern, trust, heaviness, lightness. Many emotions and feeliings are present. I go up and I go down. But, I never feel that God is not with me. I never feel separated from Him. He is walking with me, in me, and through me.
I didn't want to go to church today. But, I promised John I would go with him. God even woke me up this morning early. He made me go. I went in with heaviness. The music started. I began to look at things with skepticism. You know my heart. Then, I just began to quote Psalm 34:1, "I will bless the Lord at all times; His praise shall continually be in my mouth." Eventually, I was able to shut out the frustration and cynicism. I was able to worship in humility of heart and brokeness.
I am saying that God spoke to me in that worship and through the Word. Define God speaking to me however you choose. I don't really care. Basically, He told me to lay myself before Him. Forget about what others do and say. Just find your strength in Me. I was moved deeply.
I wasn't in the Perfect Church today. That one is in Atlanta, I guess. But, I was in one that was damn near close. Say what you want about The Rock. Even a guy who doesn't like church, me, can tell you that was a good shot at perfect. The reason it was so close is because I saw real people. I didn't see dead people like Halie Joel Osmond in The Sixth Sense. Or, like Josh Pohly at church one Sunday. Josh was being funny. I saw real people who hurt, worshipping. It was different people, colored people, all kinds of people. Pastor Rusty was laid back. Other churches have some of this too. Today was just what I needed.
I love you, your servant, your friend,
Tim
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