Mobile Minutes: Morning Glow


The coffee tastes just a little smoother this morning…

After an eye opening day yesterday, this morning introduced the realities and future thought of the path that Darco and I am on.

See, I’m not the only one up for moving along the career ladder. Darco has her review for a store manager position within Starbucks.

The combination of her movement and mine creates an entirely new world for us in the second half of the year.

I’ll be upfront, we’re going to both have “adult” jobs with “adult” salaries. I’ve spent the morning doing the math. This means moving, it means paying student loans (on time), taking care and getting rid of credit cards, it means being able to breathe. My goal, outside of the car and student loans, is to be debt free before Christmas.

It’s completely feasible.

I’m in awe of how gracious mmyy Father is.

-D-

XXXI: Mr. D


I was sitting in the classroom. It had wooden floors, shotty desks, and several old text books. it was my ‘planning period’, which as a substitute meant that I would have a period in which i did…nothing. Halfway through my time of peace, on a calm, sunny day the phone inside the classroom rang. I answered it to find the principal on the other end…”This is your planning period, right? Would you be interested in coming into my office for a brief interview for a teaching position next year?”

That was four years ago… Continue reading

Mobile Minutes: Digital Church


I’ve been thinking this morning about my generation.

Those Millennials…

I was thinking how this age group has overwhelmingly given up on church. The reasons/excuses are plentiful for sure, but I would think that it would still be an issue that the Church would notice.

Sadly, in many instances, that’s not the case. Speaking with Darco on this topic yesterday morning got my mind turning on different ideas.

The city I work in is infested with technology driven, craft beer sipping Millenials.

They. Are. Everywhere.
Except in church…

I’m sure someone has created this idea before, but the logistics seem to fascinate me. Understand that my thoughts do not replace the concept of church, but is at least a reach out to a group that the church isn’t reaching.

Utilizing technology, because it’s what my generation does, I’d create a multimedia, digital platform that would allow people who are “too busy for church” to get something in their week. Via Soundcloud and YouTube (primarily), a quick audio…devotion? Instead of making it crusty, “Chicken Soup for the Soul” style, relate it to what’s driving them. Relationships, work, jealousy, pride, etc…

Why not reach out and connect at their place (digital), instead of always just expecting them to go to a physical building?

Perhaps I’m way off my rocker, I with an unapologetic heart, embrace that truth. I’m not saying this to necessarily make the church happy; I’m simply saying that if God tells us to go to thethe people…why are we so inclined to have them come to us?

-D-

Mobile Minutes: Midnight Musings


It’s almost midnight…

I’ve been thinking of new projects, ideas, and adventures in coming months. I think I’m going about it the wrong way. I get these desires to split my identity into multiple directions (running, marketing, writing, music, teaching, missions…), and what I’m watching is the fact that I’m diluting the most powerful branding image…

Me.

I don’t need a site for cooking, or a site for running, or a site for writing. I just need to be me. Readers decide if they’re going to understand my thought process all on one page, and it isn’t my responsibility to be apologetic about it, right?

Yes, I can write about marriage, running, and rave parties in the same blog because it all revolves around one element: my unique identity.

I suppose in some instances I’ve lost contact with the internal artist that creates the abstract that is my mind*.

Naturally, that all starts right here at FilingThePapers.com.

-D-

*Yuppiest thing I’ve ever said…

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: 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-