Let me just say I’m through making NFL picks after being shut out today. Go Steelers, I guess. Has there been a Super Bowl in recent memory that mattered less?
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I’m at Lipscomb this week, taking another grad class. It’ll be kinda lonely…I’m in a dorm room by myself, no TV, no roommate. That’s actually a good thing; my professor for this class is notoriously tough. So I’ll probably need all the extra solitude for studying. Pray for me!
Tonight as I’m a few hundred miles away from them, I thank God for my wife and my children. I never realized how much I treasure relationship until just recently. The blessings God has poured out on me through Sunny, Abby Kate and Joshua are beyond my comprehension. Tonight I thank God that He’s given me the great privilege of being Sunny’s husband, J & AK’s father. I’ll be called a lot of things in my life — none sweeter than those two monikers.
So forgive me tonight as I wax poetic about my family and the families I know and love. Solitude lends itself toward such wistful reflection from time to time.
I pray, O LORD, and thank You for my family.
Who am I that you should esteem me so highly?
He who is weak has been made strong;
He who was without a home has been taken in.
I pray tonight, LORD, for those families being formed…
For the frail little ones you’re busily knitting…
For the soon to be mothers , pregnant with hopeful anticipation…
For the becoming father, already swollen with pride…
You are the author of life, indeed the author of relationship.
For drawing us into relationship, we thank You.
For giving us each other, we thank You.
For becoming one of us, one with us…
we thank You.
Holy Father, tonight we rest in Thee
Even Thee alone.
Monday, Jan. 23, 2006, 1:15AM
already & not yet 
Jason, my psalmist brother, you may wax poetic anytime, anywhere as far as I’m concerned. May the Lord bless you with a sharp mind this week and may he watch over your lovely family.
Great thoughts.And oh, it matters. It truly matters.
Thanks, guys. Mike, I hope you’re feeling better, brother. I talked with Sandy last night…I’ll be waiting with bated breath for your post about deep tissue massages!Scott, I know it matters to you longsuffering Steeler fans. I just don’t see how the game is relevant to the other 95% of the country. I predict a ratings dud, mon frere.Samuel is quickly becoming my favorite OT text. I love the rich theological themes the compiler has constructed for us. Great stuff.
Beautiful thoughts, Jason. You should seriously think about writing a book one day. You are indeed a master of rhetoric.
Thanks Jason! I’m doing a little better but it’s a slow go. If this current round of steriods doesn’t do the trick, then I may have to seek out “alternative therapies” such as the aforementioned deep tissue massage! Speaking of which, I am constantly amazed at the multitude of talent and occupations at our congregation! The Body of Christ is a diverse and wonderful thing to behold, eh? If I do have to resort to having my bronchial passages cleared manually–and it works–you can count on me blogging forth its praises!
Sandy was hilarious in re-telling that conversation from yesterday. I’m sure not every wife has heard the words from another woman, “I’d like to give your husband a deep tissue massage.” I wish I could’ve seen her face!Thanks for your kind words, Jenna. Writing a book is on my list of things to do SOMEDAY. I guess that’ll be a PGS endeavor…post Grad school.
I just noticed that you left a comment on my blog. That was probably the highlight of my day.. to discover that someone has read my blog, and found reason to comment. Thank you for restoring my hope in a future of blogging. I left another entry today. A journal entry I had to email to my adv. comp professor last Friday. Your skills as a rhetorician reminded me of my journal.
We’re right down the road if she needs anything this week.
Thanks, Ed. It’s a blessing to know that there are plenty of people around while I’m up here. I continue to keep Emily in my prayers. I’ve told you before, but she and Sunny have quite a bit in common. Maybe Sunny could take her out for a milkshake sometime or something.