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#getyourpraiseon


It’s 2:47…AM

I’ve just experienced my first ‘work day’ of the summer.

Woke up.
Found out Jim’s factory is closing for good on June 7th. 40+ years of work gone.
Went back to sleep.
Woke up.
Went to gym.
Received email…redirected my entire day.
Received phone call. Meeting tonight at 8:00 PM.
Met with my girlfriend at her work.
Got coffee.
Met with MC at her work.
Showered.
Prayed.
Went to work.
Left work.
Picked up Darco for team meeting at 6:00 PM.
Met the Kansas City Shock.
Answered questions.
Watched the first official practice get started.
Received text.
Prayer answered?
Left practice.
Went to meeting.
Massive meeting.
Left meeting.
Ate greasy burger.
Had meeting via Google+ around midnight.
Got home.
In bed.

Needless to say; I’m wiped. However, I want to show you a photo:

ZSport Meeting

…shock the world…

This will be a photo I will treasure for the rest of my life. The ladies you see here are the Kansas City Shock. The prayers, the requests, the long nights and crazy days…it was for this. Sure, it isn’t perfect yet, but man it is getting there. I just can’t believe I saw these players tonight, and was just in awe at what He has done.

Let’s get our praise on. He’s so, so good to us.

-D-

 


Mobile Minutes: On The Go


Three stores.
Three meetings.
One presentation.

For those who may wonder how lazy I can be, let this 14 hour day show otherwise.

…yes…I’d rather still be in bed.

-D-


Mobile Minutes: Rain Drops


It’s surreal at the moment. TV is off, a few lights are on, my mocha is gone, and the rain is tapping against the patio door.

This is my life.

The week, though halfway done, has been very stressful on the business side of things. Those moments you fear as a business owner? Yes, they have been condensed into one solid week. It hasn’t been enjoyable for anyone around me [of course, I'd like to apologize].

So, after a long day of running around all areas of Kansas City and finalizing my Subway information from last month and starting this month, I have a few minutes before I need to head to bed.

It’s incredible that through all the emotions expressed this week [primarily anger], that in this one moment on this lovely green couch, I’m living my life.

Technically I fall into the category of ‘young adult’ and I’m fine with that. The suit and tie isn’t always my thing, and I’m yet to shy away from a sleeveless t-shirt and some basketball shorts. I’m a hidden weather nerd, envy time to be able to play Simcity 4 [EA Games isn't going to trick me with that Simcity 5 garbage], and as of late I’ve been tearing through fiction books [notĀ Fifty Shades of Grey]. If you’re like me then you’ll understand what I’m saying when I speak of getting ‘caught up in the moment’. As I eluded to above, this has…frankly…been a week from hell. However, I’ve gotten so wrapped up in that I’ve missed the beauty of it.

I’m living my life.

I mean come on now, two years ago, three years ago, four? I had no idea what life was going to be; I had an idea, but it was the easy way out. This is not the easy way, it’s hard, painful, and beautiful. So many rich experiences on the day-to-day. Just today I met the general manager of a hotel, a art co-op owner, and a random man fromĀ Minnesota; each of them with their unique stories. I missed MoVal tonight, but my girlfriend and I wound up drinking Pepsi, eating chicken tenders, and just watching the world go by in Applebee’s for dinner.

Does anyone else find it incredible that you’ll divert all your strength to focus on a set priority, and in turn ignore the world around you, but you can’t focus on the world around you, and ignore a set priority? Just think if we could. Sure, we’d still like for projects to get done, but what if each other were the projects, society, cultures, and creative thinking were priorities? That’s been my struggle; at the rate this week is going, but the time I’m 30 I will have had three heart attacks and zero friends. There has to be a moment when you step away and as cheesy as it may be, focus on the beauty of a life that you’ve been given. I guess what it amounts to is that even though I’ll disagree with this post in the morning; it just isn’t worth stressing over every single forsaken detail when those details don’t matter without the people to involve them in.

Translation: If you let stress and hostility best you; you’ll find yourself empty and alone.

So, for tonight, I’m off to let my body fight off another season cold, listen to the rain, count my blessings and get some rest. I know God is about to do something amazing.

-D-


Mobile Minutes: Miles Until I Sleep


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Weather was nice. Road was empty. Marathon training says today is three miles.
I can’t sleep. I’m irritable. I’m restless.

…and miles to go before I sleep…

-D-


Mobile Minutes: 100 Pounds


I awoke with 100 pounds on my chest. I felt miserable. This overwhelming burden just felt as if it was crushing me as I started off the day.

I took a shower, and several deep breaths. There was just this sensation of guilt, rejection, and failure just looming over my head. I hadn’t had any nightmares, and I couldn’t think of any triggers that had put me in that position. I felt…cursed.

This was most definitely not a moment of moping, complaining, or feeling bad for myself. This was just full on, heartfelt pain. The realization that I was slipping; falling away. There’s been so much going on in my life that realistically spiritually I’m there, but not where I should be. Does that make sense?

I’m not as dependent on God as I should be; most literally with my problems. No matter the size I try to conquer them myself, or run away from them [I'm an expert at that]. Rarely do I confront and confess before God what’s really on my mind, what’s really bothering me. Sure, He knows what’s going on inside, but personally I find the true challenge lies on whether or not I’ll talk about it out loud in the apartment [yes, making me sound like a lunatic most mornings]. Today, I swallowed my pride and just poured it out, for what felt likes hours of everything that’s been just eating at me [very little actually having to do with soccer]. Personally, it’s just been attitudes, temptations, and this daunting task of staying on the straight and narrow; and realizing that I cannot’ do it on my own.

I’m not saying I left for MoVal in high spirits; in fact even with coffee in hand I still wasn’t feel well by the time church started. It was during the sermon that the pieces started coming together; the preacher was talking about the notion of being a heretic. Claiming one thing, but doing another. Telling people that God controls your life, but still reserving certain parts of your life for just you…not God. Guess what? I fall into that category. There are several things that I’ve foolishly, repeatedly have tried to conquer on my own and reserved it just for me.

Absolute stupidity.

The rains falling tonight as I send this message out; a relaxing ending to a perplexing day in my mind. I’m trying, but even with me trying to do the right thing continually; I cannot get it down without Him.

-D-


Mobile Minutes: Ten Minutes


I’ve made a commitment to myself to be in bed no later than 12:00 AM each night during the work week.

It’s incredible how smooth of a day I had until ten minutes prior to midnight. It just goes to show you that the devil will do whatever he can to discourage you.

Sadly, I confess that I’m discouraged. You know when you work around the clock to build attention on something that you’re working on; something that’s going to be incredible and people just write you off?

Tonight, I’ve been written off…again.

While most times I’d just take it for what it is…this time it was close to home, it was in my backyard, and I’m just discouraged. I feel embarrassed and like a failure to the people around me because I wasn’t able to perform.

It’s 12:03 AM and not only am I still not in bed, I’m headed to bed with a heavy heart and a worn soul.

-D-


Mobile Minutes: Startled


I’m not sure if I’m eating something weird, or running too late, or what the case may be, but in recent nights I’ve been rocking some horrible nightmares.

From kidnappings to armed conflict, it feels like I’ve dreamed it all. I try not to get lured into the trap of looking into dreams, but the lack of sleep from these startling moments at night is getting old.

-D-


Mobile Minutes: Sick Day


It finally hit. I’d be working on fighting a cold for a few days; if nothing else just enough to get through the rest of the work week which finally ended on Thursday, with a staff meeting on Friday, and then a day with my parents and girlfriend on Saturday. None of this I regret.

With that said, by the time I woke up this morning it was an immediate text to my girlfriend telling her I wouldn’t be at MoVal this morning. A few Ny-Quil pills and I’ve been in a daze all day long. I’ve slept most of the day [and managed to eat nearly everything in the apartment]. It is incredible the appetite that my body has created while being sick. A quick list:

Sick Day Food [so far]

  • Rice
  • Lemon
  • Shredded Chicken
  • Peanut Butter
  • Wheat Bread
  • Carrots
  • Celery
  • Apple
  • Yogurt
  • Cereal
  • Cheese
  • Mustard

That’s been within the past two hours. The more food I eat the better I feel; as strange as that may sound. I’m hoping this thing will be out of my system by tomorrow, so I can head back to work [quick turnaround between February and March], and get back into the gym.

As for now though; I’m going to sleep.

-D-


Mobile Minutes: Restless


Trying to sleep tonight. Very restless. Deep down I’m a people pleaser…shamefully…which means that I battle the realization that I’ll never make every person happy.

That fact eats at me in my sleep…

-D-


Mobile Minutes: Night Terror


I’ve been sitting in bed for nearly the past ten minutes. Water glass in hand.

A night terror. A bit different from a nightmare. Shot me up, out of bed, in a panic.

I’ve always struggled with loud noises, especially ones that gradually get louder. I was in an airport in this dream. Security grabbed me because the alarm went off. A real life fear of mine. Took me forever to get cleared. Was going to miss my flight, my ex wife was there. Crying about me leaving. As I went back to pack up my stuff I saw I was going to miss my flight, something I had never done before.

That’s when I heard the door knock (throwing me into a fear because of my history with authorities banging on my door to give me divorce papers), and as I opened the door. There stood a man who I had never met. In the doorway next to mine (hotel setup) was another man conversing to the first, stating that he was me. He was going to kill me, and take my flight.

From my screaming, their conversation, the sudden knocking at the door, the noise of the airport; the volume was so loud that it woke me up, gasping for breath, and nearly out of bed.

I haven’t had this kind of issue for months.

I’d hope writing this out would assist in helping me fall back asleep.

-D-


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