Sunday, August 20, 2006

And That's Why They Call It Vacation!

Sorry it's been so long since my last post. The past few weeks have been...well...hectic, which is probably a vast understatement.

A few weeks back the family and I went on vacation. Not just any vacation...our first family vacation in 4 years! My IT Directorship at my previous job simply kept me too busy to really take time out for a week-long, stress-free, worry-less vacation. It was absolutely amazing! We traveled almost 800 miles to the Outer Banks of North Carolina! If you've never had a chance to go, just find some time and go. Believe me, a good, solid week there will hardly be enough, but it will whet your appetite for a trip back.

Val, the kids and I really had a phenomenal time. We began our trip by traveling from here to Knoxville to meet up with Val's folks. From there we journeyed to Fayetteville, NC where my mother-in-law's cousin -- and the great planner of our grand week -- lives. From there we make the last leg of the trip to Southern Shores, NC. The day of our arrival we checked into our rental houses and got settled. That evening we took the opportunity to stroll down to the beach and soak up the great Atlantic Ocean. Keep in mind I absolutely love the water. I've not been around it much in the course of my life so when I get the chance to go to a nice lake or visit the ocean I'm like a kid. My boys thought it was just the neatest thing to see this vast body of water that seemed to have no end. We stood on the beach at the edge of the water and just let the waves crash in over our feet and legs. For 20 or 30 minutes we listened to the sound of the ocean coming in and going back out. We stood amazed at God's handiwork and were thankful to be there. The house we stayed at had a pool so all the kids (and a few of us adults) went back and spent an hour or so in the pool. The evening ended fairly early as we had a big day planned the next day and we were all genuinely tired from the trip itself.

Monday brought our first outing of the week -- Kitty Hawk, Kill Devil Hills and the Wright Brothers National Memorial. I'm fascinated with flight and my boys are crazy about airplanes. I suppose there is something quite mystical about man's journey to soar like the birds. We saw replicas of the Wright Brother's gliders and first plane. We watched and read about the process that Orville and Wilbur Wright followed to build the first real motorized airplane...and fly it successfully. Amazing! And in just 66 years following the 1903 historical flight, man walked on the moon!

After a couple to three solid hours there, we stopped off at a Western Sizzlin to eat a late lunch and then headed back to the house to relax. The worst part of the trip was that it was miserable hot, with the heat index pushing the temps into the 3-digit range everyday. As a result, staying indoors and drinking lots of water was high on the list of priorities. We spent the evening kicking back, visiting, eating a late dinner and...you guessed it...more swimming. When the time came to sleep, we had no problems taking advantage of every minute we had to do so.

Tuesday I suggested that we take a day apart from everyone else and just spend some time with our family. A trip up and down the coast there to see the Lighthouses had been planned, but I didn't jump at it for two reasons: 1) we hadn't really spent time with just our family and since it was a "family" vacation, I thought maybe we should just spend the day together and do what -- in particular -- the boys wanted to do; and 2) it was bloody hot and the thought of traveling in a van up and down the coast with three kids (one of which is 18 months old) was not exactly my idea of a "day well spent." Don't get me wrong, I love lighthouses and I would have loved to have made the trip -- but some other time perhaps. Val agreed and we called everyone and wished them well on the trip. We asked the boys what they wanted to do. Josh wanted to go to the beach and look for seashells and play in the ocean. Caleb wanted to swim in the pool. We divided and conquered and I stayed with Caleb and Hannah in the pool while Mama took Josh to the beach. I'd love to tell you that we did more than just soak in the pool most of the day, but I'd be lying. Val and Josh returned after about an hour and a half at the beach well roasted and ready for a plunge in the pool. We all swam together for an hour or so and then went to get some lunch. We ate at Five Guys Famous Burgers. It was greasy; it was sloppy; it was goooooood! After that we headed back to the house for some more R and R. The rest of the group didn't get back from their trip until nearly 9. We had pizza for dinner and then the day was done. Oh! One more thing...Val and Josh got to see a dolphin while at the beach. Pretty cool, huh?

Wednesday was our final day in the Outer Banks. We didn't have much planned except a trip to one of the area's aquariums. All of us drove to Roanoke Island to one of North Carolina's Aquariums in Manteo. Although it wasn't the best aquarium I'd ever seen, it was a very nice one...especially considering the size. They had a good smattering of aquatic life and some history about the area...including an exhibit on the history of hurricane activity in the area over the years. You sort of forget you're traveling to hurricane territory until you get there and notice how many houses and buildings are built on stilts and don't sit right on the ground. It some ways, you never really get used to it. We spent an hour or so at the aquarium, capping off the visit with a quick shopping stop in the gift shop to buy a few souvenirs. After that we headed back to the house for a bite to eat (read: leftover pizza and breadsticks from the night before). Val, the kids and I went back to the house for a little nap and afterward made one final "family" stop out at Jockey's Ridge State Park. Jockey's Ridge is the famous natural sand dunes of the Eastern United States -- the only of it's kind on this side of The States. While the scenery alone is enough reason to go there, one of the big things to do that people love to do there is fly kites and hang glide. Well, we didn't partake of gliding on hangs but we did fly kites with the kids and they loved it. In fact, Josh attempted to simply roll down a dune. It was quite humorous to watch as he thrust himself down on his side and commenced a-rollin'. After an hour of kites and pictures...not to mention the sand that got everywhere -- we headed back to the house to each dinner with everyone.

That being our last night, we sadly said goodbye to everyone and left with blessings and well-wishes. We had thought about coming back for breakfast in the morning, but knew if we did we wouldn't get away until much later than we would like -- especially in light of the fact that we had a long drive ahead of us on Thursday.

Thursday we awoke, finished packing, loaded the van, and headed out for that day's goal of Asheville, NC. We made one last stop at Wings...an Outer Banks super store for souvenirs, swim gear, hats, shirts, etc. We picked up some gifts for the fam back home and then headed out of the Outer Banks back toward the mainland and westward toward home. After a quick stop and rest for the evening in Asheville, we made it home Friday afternoon.

It was an amazing time! The kids enjoyed it immensely, and Val and I both relaxed in a way neither of us had in quite sometime. We hope to make a trip back there one day again. Next time we hope to see and do more and even stay a little longer. There's a lot to do and we really only touched the hem of the garment. And that's our trip to the Outer Banks of North Carolina. It was a great blessing from God to enjoy His creation; enjoy our family and each other; and simply sit back and soak it all in and enjoy the life we have...which far too often we miss out on because we're simply "too busy." And if you've made it through this written journey of the trip, thanks for making the trip with us.

Until next time...may you be lifted up!

Thursday, August 03, 2006

The Sign on the Door Says "Gone Fishin'..."

For the last 6 wonderful days the family and I have traveled to the Outer Banks of North Carolina and back again. I plan to document in detail our trip as soon as I can get all the information compiled -- with pictures hopefully. It's the first real vacation we've had as a family in 4 years and we were excited about this trip! From car rides to sand dunes to some serious pool time to the Atlantic Ocean, it was about the best time we've had in quite sometime. God gives us great gifts in our families and the times we have to spend with them...hopefully, we glorified Him in our time together this week and in celebrating and basking in His creation. See you back here soon...

Until then...may you be lifted up!

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

And I Quote...

I love a good thought, don't you? A little "Pontification For the Soul" if you know what I mean...

Any-hoo, I collect quotes when I see a good one (I have it set on my Google Homepage to get a daily one -- yeah, I know, I'm real exciting) and wanted to share a few here in the hopes that they will make your day a little better -- life a little brighter -- and burdens a little lighter...enjoy!

If you tell the truth you don't have to remember anything. -- Mark Twain

Humanity is acquiring all the right technology for all the wrong reasons. -- R. Buckminster Fuller

The only reason some people get lost in thought is because it's unfamiliar territory. -- Paul Fix

No man remains quite what he was when he recognizes himself. -- Thomas Mann

What's another word for Thesaurus? -- Steven Wright

If you shoot at mimes, should you use a silencer? -- Steven Wright

You cannot escape the responsibility of tomorrow by evading it today. -- Abraham Lincoln

The truth that makes men free is for the most part the truth which men prefer not to hear. -- Herbert Agar

If you want to do a little quote diving yourself, you can check out the great archive of quotes and sayings at The Quotations Page!

Until next time...may you be lifted up!

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Objects of My Affection

We are given some precious things in this life to watch over and protect. We often think it's our possessions. In reality, it's mostly the things you can't see or touch -- truth, love, faith, honor, character. But it spills over into some of the physical things of life such as family, friends, church and community. We have been placed as stewards over the things of this life. We have been given the responsibility to love enough to praise someone for doing well and gently and lovingly correct them when they've done wrong. This is especially true with our children. It's a shame that there are too many people in this world who view children as either a necessary evil (usually in the context of being able to mooch off the rest of us) or as an annoying burden. It's a shame because children are really a blessing. We can teach them as well as learn from them. We find in them the purity and innocence we, as adults, often long to have back and wish we'd never lost. We discover that with them love comes to us without strings and unconditionally. I'm always amazed that even though I can be hard on my children for their bad behavior or actions, that in the end, they still know that I would go to the ends of the earth to protect them...even if it meant giving my own life for them. Val and I both feel blessed by our children...we pray more do and will. These three are the objects of my affection. I thank God daily for giving them to us to raise and watch over. And I pray that in the end we will be found by God to have been worthy of the calling to be parents.



Until next time...may you be lifted up!

Thursday, June 29, 2006

Purpose

I heard a story once about a young boy who found a moth cocoon and decided to bring it home and watch the moth emerge from the cocoon. Day after day the boy impatiently watched hoping to see a sign of the moth; but day after day he was met with disappointment. Finally, one day, the boy began to see the moth pushing through the cocoon. He watched as the moth managed to get only a tiny opening in the cocoon and through that tiny hole it pushed and fought its way out. The boy, feeling bad for the moth, couldn't stand it anymore and went over, grabbed a pair of scissors, and carefully snipped the opening so that it was bigger. As soon as he did that, out fell the moth. Finally, the moment had come when he would see the moth fly for the first time, so he waited for the moth to get its bearings...but nothing. The moth tried to flap its wings, but they didn't look right. So the boy left it alone figuring that it just needed to "grow" into its wings. But the next morning, the moth still didn't fly...and, little did the boy know, it never would. You see, the struggle of the moth to get out of the cocoon has purpose. In the course of the struggle to free itself, it forces blood to be pushed from its body and into the wings where the wings, within just a short time, will fold out and be ready for its first flight...but this moth didn't get that chance because, it the midst of his impatience to see the moth fly, he failed to see the purpose of the struggle.

Let's face it, we all long to understand purpose. Why am I here? Why is this happening? What is my life going to be about? What purpose do I have? If you're like me, you've asked this question. Sometimes it gets answered...sometimes, not so much.

I, personally, believe there is purpose to everything. Whether it be due to our actions, or lack of, there is a reason and a purpose to why things happen and why we do what we do.

Inevitably someone will ask "why do bad things happen to good people?" Two answers:
1. Either by their own doing they have gotten themselves in hot water and are paying for the consequences (haven't we all been there?) or...
2. By someone else's doing we suffer. In other words, the young teenage daughter that was killed in a drunk driving accident wasn't necessarily killed because she had done something bad...she was killed because some idiot decided to drink and then get behind the wheel of a 2 ton automobile even though it's against the law and just plain stupid. She died not because God wanted her to...she died because of the rotten behavior and (yes, let's call a spade a spade) the sin of another.

Whether by our own devices or something/someone else, things do have purpose. Life does have meaning. I believe, personally, our ultimate life's purpose is to please God. I can't imagine living life simply for myself -- there must be something or someone bigger to live for. For some, that may seem odd or ridiculous, but if that's not the case I have to ask -- is this all there is? Because life isn't just filled with the "good" of life -- we also have to deal with the "bad" of life. If I live my life with a purpose greater than myself, one day, I believe, I'll be somewhere where there will be no more bad and it will all be good! But if I live my life with a purpose that goes no further than my own nose, I'm still dealing with all the muck as much as the good -- what's the point there? I strive for something greater!

Purpose. Most will never come to terms with it. Some will believe it some of the time. No one will escape it. All of us will live with it...and have to deal with the results.

So...what's the purpose behind your life -- or more specifically your life's specific situation right now? Are you happy? Why do you think that is? Could it be so that it's not to simply relish in the greatness of life (although don't waste the opportunity to do that!) but to share your joy with others and perhaps help someone out who isn't happy right now? Are you suffering? Perhaps if you're willing to endure the pain for a short time that in the end you'll find yourself stronger in the end...and can help others who suffer in the same way? Are you in love? That, my friend, is a taste of heaven -- don't let your head get away from you and appreciate that love by nurturing it...and then pass the beauty of love along to others who simply fail to see it or know it.

We're not a bunch of pinballs randomly bouncing off one another...we're made in the image of God (Gen. 1:27). We feel. We think. And, yeah, we have purpose...and so does life. I hope you find your purpose...in life...and in whatever situation you may be in right now.

Until next time, may you be lifted up!

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

My Dad


This past Sunday, being Father's Day, was a time to reflect on our fathers and all they mean to us. My brother, sister and I are very, very fortunate to have a mom and dad like we do. I don't know how I would have survived without my dad. He's been a friend, mentor, hero and parent. He taught me about God and living life for others and not just yourself. Over the years he's been my biggest supporter and sternest teacher. When I was kid I just never could see myself being close to my dad -- I thought he was just too corny or old-fashioned. But now, I can't imagine life without the close relationship we have.

I've had two pretty cool experiences with him in the past two weeks that shows just how close we are. First -- see the picture up top? Yep, that's me and my 59 year old father riding a roller coaster together a couple of weekend ago at Beech Bend park in Kentucky. They have this new coaster called the Kentucky Rumbler and dad wanted to ride it...well, sort of. He did, and then he didn't, and then he did, and then he didn't, and then he did and I think a picture is worth a thousand words, don't you? I'm glad I can still have tons of fun with my dad!

On another hand, he and I attended the showing in Nashville of Glenn Beck's Mid-Life Crisis Tour. Glenn is a conservative radio and tv personality that Dad turned me on to back about 4 or 5 years ago. I'm probably even more faithful a listener than he is but we both enjoy talking about Glenn's show and just laughing at Glenn's goofiness. We went to the show together for Father's Day and it was just a ball of fun. It blew my mind at the fact that I can distinctly remember when I was about 10 years old thinking that my Dad was soooo boring because he listened to talk radio...and there we were, 20 odd years later in a dark auditorium enjoying a talk radio show hosts comedy show about growing old, together. And it reminded me once again just how much my Dad means to me and has taught me about being a man, a father, a husband, and, most importantly, a Christian. Thanks Dad...I owe you (and Mom) everything!

Until next time...may you be lifted up!

Friday, June 16, 2006

Afraid

The probability that we may fail in the struggle ought not to deter us from the support of a cause we believe to be just.
-- Abraham Lincoln

When I was kid, I was fearless -- well, at least to a degree. I suppose I was no more or no less than most kids. I remember vividly one summer day when some neighborhood boys, my brother and I decided that the absolute coolest thing in the world would be to build a steep bike ramp that would allow us, upon riding that ramp, to jump higher and farther than any bike ramp we had ever built or ridden! You see, a normal bike ramp would usually measure in at a 45 degree angle. This one must have easily been 65 or 70 degrees. Had we only been a few years older (and not quite so blinded by our own stupid desires to fly like Elliot did with ET in that "barely known" movie about an ExtraTerrestrial -- I mean, he flew in that bike right in front of the moon, baby!) we likely would have known that the physics involved would most assuredly show us that this was nothing more than a kamikaze mission. But we didn't (and in reality I ask -- would it have mattered to us? -- probably not!) and so we pushed forward. Oh...and what I haven't told you is that my house, which is where this death trap of a ramp was built, rested at the very bottom of the valley of the hill that my street was built on. That's right, if you started even just a few houses up that hill, by the time you reached the section of sidewalk in front of my house you were crusing at a healthy speed that any boy worth his salt wishes and prays to experience everyday.

So, ramp built, I decided to be the guinea pig. I jumped on my bike and pedaled it quickly up the hill just a couple houses up from mine. "This should be a good test run," I thought to myself. So I began to pedal as fast I as could toward that rickety old ramp made of nothing more than a single piece of plywood and about 6 bricks. I knew this would be a defining moment if we succeded. Nine and ten year old boys all over the world would hear of our great feat and would call to hire us to come and build their local ramps. We would be paid handsomely and history would remember us as pioneers who dared to laugh in the face of failure and death and do what only "needed" to be done for boys everywhere for all time.

Ever get that feeling the split second before you do a thing that maybe this was the worst mistake you ever made? That perhaps you should have left it with the experts after all? Uh-huh. Me too. Right as my front bike tire hit that ramp. I only remember two things after that: losing track of my bike mid-air and then said bike landing on top of me after I hit the lawn less than 2 feet away (to the left of it mind you) from the aforementioned ramp. I laid there for what seemed like an eternity desperately trying to catch my breath because the wind had severely been knocked from me. I managed to push my bike off of me and stagger into the house. I tried to call out to my mom, but couldn't. I couldn't even cry. So I found the sofa in our living room and sat hoping that somehow I would be able to breathe again. All I could think was that the next day's local headlines would read "Boy Fails...and Then Dies." Needless to say I was devastated that it hadn't worked. Needless to say I finally managed to catch my breath. Perhaps needless to say, my brother and I and the other boys took a few bricks off the pile, re-propped the ramp at a much safer angle, and carried on as if the failed attempt never even occurred.

As we get older, we no longer build suicide ramps. Not because things like this still don't occur to us, but because we learn to think things through before leaping into action. But sometimes it keeps from even trying a thing. That's not to say that we shouldn't listen to that voice that says, "don't even think about it...", but how often when we should try a thing do we fail to do so simply because we're afraid of the failure itself? Especially when we know it's the right thing to do. Calling the police on a abusive neighbor. Vocalizing our principles when we know they are being offended or railed against. Standing up for what we believe even when the majority doesn't. The stripped down, bare fact is that often we don't do what we ought to because we're afraid of the reprecussions. And too often, perhaps (and I speak from personal experience) we don't try because we are afraid to fail -- or of at least looking like a fool.

So next time you're tempted to stay back do yourself a favor -- go forward and do what needs to be done. What is right. What is beneficial not simply for your benefit, but especially for others. I leave you with two masters who taught us well with their words of encouragement in this area:


"We know that the law is spiritual; but I am unspiritual, sold as a slave to sin. I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do. And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good. As it is, it is no longer I myself who do it, but it is sin living in me. I know that nothing good lives in me, that is, in my sinful nature.For what I do is not the good I want to do; no, the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing. Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it. So I find this law at work: When I want to do good, evil is right there with me. For in my inner being I delight in God's law; but I see another law at work in the members of my body, waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin at work within my members. What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death? Thanks be to God—through Jesus Christ our Lord! For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out."

-- Paul the Apostle, Romans 7:14-25

"Do, or do not. There is no try."

-- Yoda, Jedi Master, The Empire Strikes Back


Until next time, may you be lifted up!