XXXI: El Salvador


It’s not that I’m running out of creative titles, but instead I think this one is a bit more important to be upfront.

We’re heading to El Salvador, Darco and myself.

We’ve made the commitment to head back into Central America this July; being led by God and tackling hard issues along the way to come to this decision. This will be the first time that Darco and I have worked together on a mission trip (and only the fourth time in my life a family member has been with me on a mission trip). This’ll also be her first time venturing outside of the United States; as you can tell from previous posts, travel isn’t really big on her list of experiences so for even a week culture shock could happen (more than likely, she’ll not want to come back to the States afterwards).

We’ll leave on the second week of July, that’ll give me a few days rest from my first big race in Arizona, and will give me two weeks worth of rest before racing in Pittsburgh….a week before school starts.

Needless to say, El Salvador has become the focal point of the summer, our hearts, and trying to spiritually prepare to let God do His thing, and for me to back off my overwhelming tendencies of panic, doubt, and fear.

Darco has taken it a step further, she’s actually created a “Go Fund Me” page for us. You’ve got all the details right here.

One of the key components to this whole event; hearing the simple question asked…

Would you be interested in running a soccer camp in El Salvador?

Soccer Clinic I

How can I refuse an open door like that?

-D-

P.S. If you’re interested in donating to this rather epic adventure, check out our GoFundMe page!

Mobile Minutes: Requests A Map


Given up…
Isolated…
Abandoned….

These are the lies that I tell myself each and every day. This is my moment of honesty with you, the reader.

I’m +4 from moment of impact (four years past the divorce). I’ve grown more facial hair, lost more hair on my head, and discovered hair in my nose. This nearly defines the excitement of the years past. Recovering from a divorce isn’t easy, but it is possible. Incredibly, some memories really do begin to fade away. Sadly though, some scars never vanish. I still am hesitant about trusting a church with anything that’s closely associated with me, and I still struggle to maintain friendships. I’m still scared of the police and sudden noises nearly put me into a state of panic…every…time.

I’m still a mess. I’ve had highlights, but I’ve resigned from one job, fired from another, and absolutely ruinedy my own business.

Working with finances us difficult, and I’m still a poor example of a loving, leading husband. I live a life of wanting to run away from everything, and I still have no idea where I want to go.

Above all, I’m still terrified that God has forgotten about me, or…has given up on me. Sure, I know all the answers and truths that the Bible holds, but that doesn’t quench the fear that looms in my soul.

I battle jealousy every day, and I fail…nearly every day. I see people, families that are my age and I cringe at how messed up I am versus those who have it all sorted out. Part of me desires the squeaky clean, Jesus loving look of the modern, young family. Part of me cringe’s at the idea of that image. I’m in my late twenties and I’m completely lost. I’ve tried so many things, attempted many adventures, and in the year 2015 I can say that I still have no idea what I’m doing here.

I’m. Lost.

-D-

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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#getyourpraiseon


A simple thing that I absolutely love:

Friday night tends to be pretty strange. Darco is in bed by 8:30PM due to leaving for work at 4:00AM, and I tend to have very late workout sessions to unwind from the workweek.

Truly, there is nothing sweeter to me than being able to see my wife fast asleep, tuck the covers in around her, and kiss her on her forehead without waking her up.

Those split second moments are what I’ve learned to cherish in this life.

-D-

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-