Mobile Minutes: Blurs

Awesome road trip.
Crazy two day teaching workshop.
Seasonal cold.

My week summed up so far. It’s been exhausting, exhilarating, and energetic.

In the midst of all of that, I lost my car keys this morning, resulting in Jim lending me a car to work and back. Also, our apartment complex has decided to do random “yearly inspections” this week.

There’s more NyQuil and coffee in my veins than there is blood…

And I’m loving it all.
Loving this life.



Mobile Minutes: Blank Space

Let me tell you how last night functioned…

Got off work at 4:45 (stayed late to cover for a teacher). Grabbed dinner to-go from my friends place, and arrived home around 6:30. Finished dinner at 7:00, and fell asleep, while talking to Darco, not waking up until 9:00. Left the couch at 9:00, brushed my teeth, and went directly to bed.

It’s currently 4:30 and I’m wide awake. I’m not complaining because this is precisely how my week has been, just overwhelmingly exhausting. I honestly wonder if my body is wiped from fighting off the recent flu that’s been going through the school, or from dealing with the stress of our recent financial shortfalls.

Either way, I don’t feel guilty for finally getting some much needed rest.


Mobile Minutes: Tapped Out

It’s 7:00 PM.
I’m in bed.
It’s 7:00 PM.
Why am I in bed?

Equal parts:
-Headache (first time in months)
-Exhaustion (…just wiped out…)
-Experiment (training session switch up to the AM)

I’m not sick, I’m not getting sick, I’m just extremely worn out. I blame myself for getting the maximum of six hours of sleep per night this week. Obviously this can set the stage for this problem.

Not upset. Not cranky. Just completely wiped out, and because of how far behind I am in training I’m going to see if I can double up over Friday and Saturday sessions.

Here’s to motivation…and 4:00 AM…


O: Worship Time


I think of Sonicflood, church camp, high school girls, and people crying on Thursday night. I imagine hands held high, I see ladies with their eyes closed, and potentially hearing the ‘speaking in tongues’ within some groups. However, the more and more I think of worship, the more I tend to constrain my thoughts towards the image of a church, a camp, a group of Christians doing…well…Christian things.

Anyone else gotten to the point that they enjoy having their thoughts proven wrong…repeatedly? I’m a man of stereotypes; it’s a nasty habit, but tempting all the time. The stereotype of worship in a spiritual notion is easily one of the worst. However, tonight reality came knocking, the Holy Spirit kicked down my walls, and I experienced worship.

On the soccer field.

I’ve heard athletes talk about feeling closer to God when they’re doing what they love; granted, I hear very few businessmen ever say that. I always thought it was cliche, but man these past two days has taken my ego, placed it in check, and God has shocked my world.

For those of you keeping track of my strange life; the Kansas City Shock, the women’s soccer team that I own, started their first season this weekend with games on Saturday and Sunday. My life has been an exhaustive, stress filled nightmare. However, you know what?

-The fans showed up
-The merchandise sold [well]
-The players had jerseys
-The music was tight
-The fans cheered
-Photos were taken
-Goals were scored by players from USA, Scotland, and Australia
-The Kansas City Shock is currently 2-0 for the season!

I could cram down stats, and look at images, and flaunt this fact or that, but guys…when you’re standing on the field. You see a team pouring their hearts out for a dream, an idea, a belief. You can hear the fans screaming out names and numbers, the “oooo’s” and “ahhh’s”. You meet strangers and random friends [who probably have never imagined you in this position]. With all that mixed together…I had no choice…have no choice…but to praise God. The moment when you finally realize you’re in your calling, you’re in your ministry, all the garbage that life has thrown at you already…was for this moment. That’s my worship. My worship is seeing a girl who’s done everything to come back to the USA from Scotland, talk to me in April of last year about this program, tried out for this program, got on the roster, lost the first round of coaches, got delayed in the airport [and prior], etc…and see her turn into the most terrifying defender I’ve ever seen, a captain of the team, and knock in the first goal of tonight’s game? That’s a story you don’t forget. The local kid who was in goal and just took everything thrown at her…and then some and didn’t give up a goal all weekend. You don’t forget. The noise, laughter, cheering, and music all combined with whistles, final scores, and handshakes is just so much that it takes me hours later to realize how beautiful orchestrated God has brought an idea together.

I’m beat right now; I’d love to sleep…I’m going to sleep, but I knew I had to get this out first. The Kansas City Shock is real. It’s really, real. An idea and a thought has become a reality, and I’m just managing the task that God has given me. How amazing, beautiful, and breath taking it is to see Him at work.

That’s some good worship.


P.S. Remember that Australian…

Photo Courtesy of Rob Fish

Photo Courtesy of Rob Fish


Mobile Minutes: Two Hours


I made it home two hours earlier then last night. Again, I’m completely wiped. I’m still talking to one of the staff members of the Shock. Work tomorrow, meetings tomorrow, other events tomorrow…Saturday is the same…Sunday is the same…while I’m not complaining about the running around or the stress [surprise!]; I’m just amazed at how absolutely wiped out I currently am.

Looking for the restart in the morning.



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.
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.



Mobile Minutes: Sunday Salvage

It was a day…
The last half wasn’t too bad; I’m now getting ready for bed. The morning was a different story. I’d love to go into details, but that’ll be for another day.
Currently, I’m tired and curious of the chaos that is going to ensue this week.

Chaos. Good news.

-Flynn- “Trin: Legacy”