Mobile Minutes: Numbers


Because I know this message will go to thousands of accounts (literally), it’s a good source to ask for assistance.

I feel bad for Darco, she’s dealing with nasty stressors in life and she tends to bottle it up internally.

It’d mean the world to me if you’d just say a quick prayer for her…

-D-

Mobile Minutes: He’s Alive


There are so many vivid memories of my childhood, Easter holds some of my favorites:

-Fighting with MC on dressing up…every…single…year…
-Fighting with MC on family pictures…every…single…year…
-Crazy early Easter services…church when the sun hasn’t even come up…
-Crying children during the sermon…
-Anita, a kind old soul at the church grew up at, hitting “He’s Alive!” three octaves above the congregation…
-Becoming old enough, and potentially mature enough, to begin to grasp the understanding of the incredible relationship I share with Christ. The humbling reality that I have no control over this borrowed life.

He has risen, indeed.

-D-

XXXI: Jumping In


I’ve spent all night trying to remember if I’d used that title before…

Most aspects of my life I at least try to measure out. I calculate the angles, pray, and do my best.

However, as data has been collected over the years, I’ve noticed that there has consistently been one exception to the rule:

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Mobile Minutes: Trying to Grow


God only knows that I’m trying to grow up. These past two weekends I’ve tried to adjust priorities in order to create a more financial sound, cleaner, and organized household.

As simple as it sounds, I’ve aimed at making lounging and cartoons go towards the bottom of the list. In turn it’s replaced with training, cleaning, and cooking.

Slowly but surely there are glimmers of hope. I replaced the tires on the Mazda and purchased new wiper blades. I opted out of watch parties for soccer yesterday so that two weeks of laundry could get washed. I’m losing some sleep tonight, but all food for this week is being purchased and prepped tonight.

It’s without excuse…

That’s the whole premise I’m trying to live off of at the moment. If God provides us, a family, with an opportunity to grow we are without excuse of we don’t follow through. That means through health, love, commitment, finances, etc…

This also means my role as a husband. Am I doing enough? Are my priorities correct? Am I working hard enough to lead? It’s been alright, but these past two weekends have been better. Does that make sense? I’m just trying to lead through example, not just through my words, and just…trying to grow up.

-D-

XXXI: Addict


Once upon a time, when I was much younger, naive, and frankly…dumb, I got involved in an event in high school that resulted in a threat of suspension. Another student had posted on their locker (this is circa 2004) a lengthy explanation of why they did not agree with our government being involved in Iraq. Continue reading

Mobile Minutes: On Its Way


I still remember the time like it was a ‘flashbulb memory’…

Alone, around 3:30 AM, I sat in the office inside the underground apartment that I had called home for nearly six months. I didn’t have a job, and throughout the night to combat the lacking of sleepiness (because I was doing nothing with my life), I would fill out teaching applications.

  1. Log on to the site that had all school teaching positions open
  2. Locate schools that were looking for social studies teachers
  3. Access their website
  4. Print off their application
  5. Start typing

I lost count at 92 applications. My wife had already given up on me teaching, I had started to work at Subway, and every-so-often I would go and substitute teach at a local school. I’d hear teachers comment on openings, wondering if I was applying, and it was the same dog-and-pony trick every week.

It wears on an individual to want to teach, but to never be qualified for a school. By qualified I mean that I didn’t know the right people. I’d given up on coaching, my own room, stability, all of it…and that was before the divorce.

I only paint this rather strange picture, because five years later in my living room I clicked “submit” all over again. Now, Facebook is an IPO, Twitter exists, and my phone can easily replace a desktop computer. Even stranger, I didn’t just send in an application off a whim, I was ‘encouraged’ by individuals at school today to follow the protocol and submit an application.

Yes, you read that correctly, after two and a half years I just submitted an official application to teach in the school I’ve been in and out of for the past several semesters.

I’m nervous. I’m anxious. I’m so excited.

Praying that this one will be right…

-D-