Sometimes the sun makes me angry…

Not to the point that I will no longer befriend it,

mostly to the point that I want it to go away for a bit.

Sometimes the clouds that cover that celestial ball of radiating heat make me happy…

It brings me joy to know that there is still something that can get creative enough to cover our source of light and heat.

I know that it may sound a bit morbid or to some a little bit dreamy,

But I rather enjoy a soft fluffy piece of joy in my day as opposed to a blinding piece of yellow.

Sometimes the rain brings me a jolt of joy…

As the tears from heaven hit the ground at a rapid pace it reminds me that it is ok to lament and be saddened,

the thunder clapping makes me feel as if there is one bigger than I,

the lightning flashing brings me to my knees in submission every time,

maybe this is the way that I was meant to live.

The sun makes me angry sometimes…

but other times it brings me great joy,

To lay in a blanket of freshly mowed grass that is cool to the touch,

and have the sun reach down and warm my entire being,

that is pure joy.

To have it embrace me and give me hope,

to remind me that I am a piece of the warmth it brings,

gives me assurance that none other can bring.

Sometimes the sun makes me angry…

Sometimes…

March 22nd, 2009

Once again it is Sunday and I am spent. Going hard from 5am until about 2pm is always a long day. However, it is always so rich and fruitful. I love the people in Roanoke, TX that I get to minister with and for. It never ceases to amaze me at how genuine and eager they are to love unconditionally. Now as much as I love to minister to and with these people, at the end of the day the people that matter the most to me are the three ladies that live in my house. This week we have been working on Ella’s penmanship for school. I do have to admit, for four years old she has incredible handwriting. I came home today and this was on the fridge. Now one of two things is going on here…1. My kid wrote a fat joke but disguised it as cute or… 2. She thinks her daddy is a ripped machine that can save and protect her. For the sake of daddy we are going to go with number 2. With that said, it makes a daddy proud to know that I could congratulate her wonderful writing with this little phrase:

March 21st, 2009

Last night was a rough night for us all. Natalie cried from about 12:00am until 5:45am. She simply did not want to go to sleep. As a result we were all awake for that five hour and forty five minute span. There was frustration, tears, anger, laughter and concern. Today has been a somewhat lazy day. Other than going to the bank and picking up shirts for the tour we have laid around and done nothing today. Finally I got in the floor and just cuddled up with my little girl and was reminded that there is nothing she could ever do to make me not want to hug her, kiss her, cuddle with her and most importantly…LOVE HER!!! I love my family unconditionally. Even in our dysfunctional moments we love each other. We put the “FUN” in “dysFUNctional”. Who do you love unconditionally? And why?

March 20th, 2009

Today has been one of those days where I have been kickin my own butt. It was quiet and I got a lot done today. A lot of writing and a lot of study. Days like today give me the opportunity to kick my own butt. It gives me the chance to reflect and let God speak to me about who I really am. Even though today was a tough day and God was really laying it out for me, it was good to have a day where I feel as if I made some real progress in my walk with him. So today I stand before you all officially rocked by God and by myself. How does God kick your butt? Sometimes he has to use me to rock me…funny how that works.

March 19th, 2009

Over the past few days I have had a lot of thoughts about what kind of image I have created of myself, within myself. There are moments where I have made myself out to be better than I am. Times when I have exaggerated a story just to make myself sound or look better. Times that I have not told details so that people would fill in their own details and make their own assumptions about things that may or may not be true. There are other times that I have made myself out to be worse than what I am. Times where I have been the martyr because of low self esteem. Times where I have wanted people to see me as the victim and feel my plight. There are times where I have knowingly, and a lot of times unknowingly, portrayed a false image of myself to others.

However, over the past few days I have longed, more than ever, to simply be the authentic me. The one that God Created and longs for me to be. The one the Jesus died for and longs to be in me. Today I want to throw away my false images of me and wear the real me in all circumstances. There is fear in reality. That means people will have to accept me as…well…me. There is fear of rejection, fear of people talking about me behind my back. However, today I long to truly please God before man. So with that said…this is ME!!!

March 18th, 2009

Two posts below this one you can see a portion of what I had the privilege to teach in a seminar to some Bible College Jr’s and Sr’s today. Was honored to hang with them and share a little bit of wisdom. This is the pic of the notes that I wrote down with my wife a couple of nights ago. What do you think it takes to make it in ministry?

March 17th, 2009

Nothing other than a simple HAPPY ST. PATRICKS DAY!!!

March 16th, 2009

Today has been a complete day off for me. The funny thing about days like today is that I tend to reflect a lot about who I am when no one is around me. I tend to focus more and really dig into who I really am. Most the time I live in this world of distorted reflections. You know the one that I am talking about. The one where you have the perceived reality of who you think you are. The one where you are a legend in your own mind. However, when you get right down to it….those are all just distorted reflections. The true reflection is when we rid ourselves of the distortion and take on the reflection of Jesus. When we stop looking at ourselves as our reflections and start looking at Christ as our reflections.

March 14th, 2009

So much of my life has been me trying to figure this question out. Who am I? I try hard to wear every title I have ever with excellence, but the thing about them is that none of them, no matter how worthy they may seem, ever fulfill who I want to be. Tonight as I was speaking at our Colleyville campus I realized in the middle of speaking that I get the privilege to speak to a couple thousand people this weekend. Then I had a very humbling thought. “I am not worthy to be doing this…who am I?” I mean I wear titles like husband, father, preacher, photographer, musician…etc., but who am I? Here is what I was reminded of tonight…”I am a humble servant of the Lord Jesus Christ!!!” All those other titles, be it that they are good titles, are not worth a thing if my true identity is not “A HUMBLE SERVANT OF THE LORD JESUS CHRIST!!!” What is your identity and what are you hanging on to as your identity?

March 13th, 2009

The air is crisp today. The rain is steady and my fireplace is putting off a sweatshirts worth of a warmth. The right amount of warmth mind you, not to hot and not to cold. The morning has been filled with great friends, better conversation and getting some creative outlets rolling today. I have found lately that my creative side has felt a little…well…blah. I got to a point where I did not like anything I was creating or attempting to create. I love days like today. For whatever reason they cause me to reflect and create in new ways. I am really enjoying the new video series on here. More than that I feel as if today is a little more creative. I am shooting a photo booth and styling party tonight. Really stoked about that for sure. I decided today I was going to take a break…grab a cup of coffee, throw on the new Lisa Hannigan album and chill. That is what this picture represents. Hope you enjoy and can feel the warmth of my living room today.