Mobile Minutes: New Pains


I finally hit the threshold of exhaustion today. I spent an hour running outside, followed by another hour in the gym. With the 94℉ heat you’d expect some tiring from being outside, but it was the elliptical at the gym that really caused me to question life.

I have no stride, and an elliptical is great for forcing you to have one. Near the twenty minute mark I was just moving to move. All my muscles were failing, sweat was pouring off my face, and I just kept repeating the same question:

Why am I running?

Only through exhaustion can I see a clear picture of dreams, desires, and prayers. Darco always asks me what I want to do that would be fun. My answer to her is the same as my daily prayer, I just want to run.
I want to fly down the track, and move with the breeze. I want to feel my legs firing in sync with a wild horse. I really have no clue my purpose for being placed on this earth, but this much I do know:

While I’m here, I’m going to keep running with my dreams.

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Big thanks to ALO drink for always keeping the cramps away.

-D-

XXXI: Good Things End


All good things must come to an end…

Somebody once upon a time in history said that quote, and it seemed wise to use in today’s reality. It’s Friday, and for the first time in three weeks we have zero plans for the weekend. We’ve traveled the Midwest, gone to a night club, celebrated our anniversary, and just about everything else you can imagine in the past fourteen days. Continue reading

XXXI: Body Issues


I’m going to mark my spot for being in the .01% of the United States population. I have a very strong dislike towards a recent trending topic (besides Hobby Lobby), and over the week I’ve been trying to figure out how I should address it, how I should write, and what I really dislike so much.

After eating two hard boiled eggs, a container of pineapples, and leftovers from dinner last night I think I know where to start.

I cannot stand the ESPN Magazine: Body Issue Continue reading

XO: History Repeating


I’m sitting with Darco at dinner this evening. Storms off in the distance and greasy cheeseburger in my hand. We have been getting better about not always talking about work, and instead we were talking about religion, theology, and the Bible.

God’s sense of irony is never-ceasing.

Darco had made a comment in regards to Jesus hanging out with the worst of the worst when it came to the sinners. He chilled with tax collectors, and even had a conversation with a prostitute; not real common for the time [compared to today at least]. He rebuked the pharisees hardcore. He just didn’t tolerate the crazy, sinful desires of a hypocritical leader. That wasn’t His style.

That’s when it dawned on me…

I’m not Jesus.

Though I do strive to be like Him on a daily basis [only to fall short frequently]. I continued to think, and mull over the words that Darco had stated and history itself came back to visit.

What if…
Now go with me here…
What if…
The American Church has become the growing equivalent of the religious leaders of Jesus’s time. Pastors are kicking out members, members are shunning non-members, and money is quickly becoming a priority along with carpet color, organs, and stained glass windows.

Physical church bodies fuss with other buildings, and a town of 5,000 people may have 25 different churches. Something for every flavor of the people who refuse to get along. It’s a line drawn between youth and adult, guitars and pianos, baptisms and sprinkling. NIV and KJV are three letter words thrown around as theological profanity, and forbid that someone new walks into the building.

Stop.
Stare.
Judge.
Move on.

This is the church. It isn’t Christ’s bride, it’s the reaccurance of a curse that He lifted two thousand years ago. The once lost and wicked are the ones tossing lots, heading accusations, and never understand that they haven’t changed from where they started. Allow Europe to be the example of where past follies lead in the religious sect. Show the haunting, empty, vacant corpses of stone buildings that string along the streets; never to be filled for worship again.

Where did the pharisees wind up? What happened to them? What was the outcome of them versus Christ?

I caution the American Church; heed history’s warning signs.

-D-

XO: Be Still


With just a month remaining in “XO”, it’s taken me this entire time to get a full grasp over the idea, concept, and learning that took place over this duration of life.

What have I learned?
What I’m doing right now.
Being still.

Darco is asleep, the cat is watching the window, and I can hear the bugs outside. It’s peaceful, with the lowly hum of the refrigerator and the gentle typing of my fingers on the keys. This is being still in my world. Sure, the brain still move 100 MPH, and my Tweetdeck currently is loaded with 14 non-stop flowing feeds of information that runs 24/7. I love it though; I love that passion and work can be combined into a blessing of a job. I’m thankful that I can get up from the couch, brush my teeth, and crawl into bed next to the world’s most beautiful woman [by the way, did you see her incredible, physical transformation]. It’s epic to know that I’ll wake up, shower, make my smoothie, and start another brand new adventure in the morning. The stress, drama, and other sleepless thoughts have been put to rest. My wife is sleeping, the refrigerator is full of food, and the cat is frequently fed. How can you not enjoy a life like that?

From recent Bible study experiences, to Sunday School, and even church itself; once I pushed my pride aside, I’m finally warming up to our new ‘home’. A place that we don’t just visit on Sunday mornings, but somewhere that can be a place of peace throughout the week.

Bills get paid, supplies gets purchased, and deadlines are met. Slowly but surely we’re digging our way out of the debt that we’ve (I’ve) slipped into over the years.

Dearest reader; life is good.

I’ve done my traveling, ran a business, failed a business, found a church, left a church, found a new church, lost an old hobby, found a new hobby, and continue to dream about tomorrow. My heart is still and my soul is alive; I feel freedom within range of my spiritual reach.

Living in the city is no longer a real dream, and for the most part I have no desire to ever own a business again. I enjoy the silence, I enjoy nature, outdoors, and spending time with my family. I dream of children, school districts, and random events every night of the week. I know someday I’ll be reliving life a few years ago, only it’ll be our children doing the participating; I’ll just stand at the side and cheer. That’s a beautiful life, that’s something to dream about, that’s a reality worth pursuing.

However, tranquility hasn’t quite set-in at this point. A new chapter begins; the longest one I’ve kept. Prayer has been pumped into this, and it’s the first chapter I’ve actually mentally prepared for. It’s going to be a unique journey, and many will deem it “impossible”, but none of us will know until the time has come.

So, as this season draws to an end, it’s nice to rest, reset, and recover a life that’s been worn rather thin. It’s a blessing to be able to ‘be still’, and realign life with the true leader of your heart. Times will change, and new events will come, but for now, for tonight; I’m going to count these past three years a crazy blessing, close my eyes, and dream about tomorrows cup of coffee.

-D-