I love the fact that Andy knows what he wants to be when he grows up. This is more than I could say when I was his age. When people asked me what I wanted to be, I would say the obligatory “policeman” or “fireman.” That is what the other boys wanted to be. I had no idea what I wanted to be.
Not Andy. He is clear about his goals. As we drove to school today we were having a conversation about moving to Texas and what it would be like.
“When I get older, I don’t want to move from you,” he said. I had to have him clarify. He has shared this fear with us in the past. He is afraid of having to leave home. At 6, I’m fine with that. He is not ready to leave home. It’s my job to get him ready. So, I told him that in all likelihood, he would probably find some beautiful young woman, marry her, and start his own family. That is when he would move out.
“No,” he said. “I’m going to marry a princess.”
Not just any young woman, but a “princess.” He continued, “I’m going to marry a princess, but I’m not going to be a king. I’m going to be a cowboy.”
This has been his constant theme since he was about 2. I’m not sure where he picked up on the idea of being a cowboy. It is not like we hang out at the local rodeo or on a ranch somewhere giving him the taste of cowboy life. We don’t watch cowboy movies and the only cowboy paraphernalia that I have is a straw Stetson and an A&M belt buckle. I don’t even own a pair of cowboy boots.
Maybe God is just calling him to be a cowboy. We will have to wait and see. Perhaps when we move back to Texas, I can take him around some real cowboys and give him a taste of the profession. It’s a noble calling and for those who love it, a wonderful life. I am fine with the idea. After all, there is no keeping up with the Jones’ when you are out on the range handling doggys.
Now, how to handle the princess. God will really have to work for that end. I’m not sure I know any bonafide royalty, other than my wife. (She’s a descendant of the Steward family of Scotland, therefore, there is royalty in her blood. King James I is one of her great, great, grandfathers).
In golf, it’s shooting below 100.
In bowling, it’s shooting above 100.
I can do neither… and my son did just fine!
I took the family bowling yesterday. They local bowling alley offers free bowling with shoe rental, so we took advantage of it. Our shoe rental ended up costing only 50 cents more than one game per person. Needless to say, we were all over that one.
What surprised me was how horrible I have become at the game. I use to own my own ball. I use to be in a league. I use to be in shape. I use to be able to bowl a decent game. By decent, I mean in the 100s. I have even bowled two games above 200. Both of those games came in college when I was at A&M. I bowled a 214 on a date night, and 268 when a friend and I just went for the fun of it. Yes, the 268 was real. It was one of those nights where we were drinking, ahem, adult beverages which were served by the bowling alley, and the more I drank my pitcher of beer (he didn’t drink), the better I got. That really angered my buddy. I just relaxed, laughed and had a great time.
But I can’t do that any more. I was struggling to keep up with Andy AND Joey. Both got off to an early lead and Joey led into the 3rd frame. He tired of the game by the sixth frame and Andy took the lead. It was all Elisa and I could do to keep pace with the leader. Andy finished out the game with 101. I needed 16 pins to catch him. I got the spare I needed. All that was left, was a decent shot down the middle to pick up 6 pins for the tie, and more for the win. Did I do that? Of course not. Barely picked up 3 pins and finished with a 98, one pin behind Elisa. Since Joey quit playing, that means I came in dead last. Yes, my bowling glory days (should I use the plural there?) are all behind me now. But if I work on Andy, maybe someday he will be ensconced in the Bowling Hall of Fame in St. Louis Missouri.
But probably not.
By the way, Andy has really delighted in the fact that he won. We are trying to teach him to be a gracious winner. But it’s more than his 6-year-old ego can handle, which is really putting a head-lock on my 49-year-old ego. O how our Lord humbles us! Even in bowling, He keeps me humble through the talents of a six year old.
Just one last note, lest you think Andy is a natural, he had the gutter bumpers up when he bowled. Apparently, the lanes are so advanced that they come up for little children, and go down for aging fathers. What is up with that?
Andy, manhandling his ball up to the line. He played smart. On his first shot, he would use the lighter ball for accuracy. On his second shot, he would use the heavier ball for more effect. Notice the form below.
Maybe I should take some lessons.
Celebrating his shot!
Joey liked the pink ball. I think it’s his favorite color, except when red and blue are his favorite color.
One final note, when we put Joey down for bed, he really started crying big ol’ tears. It took us a minute to figure out what he was saying. We finally realized that he thought he left his new shoes, the bowling shoes, at the bowling alley and was saying we had to go back and get them. He was so proud of his shoes we would put him on his feet. We realized that was because it’s been quite sometime since he had a new pair of shoes. All his shoes are hand-me downs. We’re hoping to remedy that soon.
This is what they are saying. Who is “they?” Members of the search committee of the latest church to reject my resume. Well, they are not rejecting my resume, they are rejecting me. I hate rejection. I guess we all do on a certain level, but for some reason it seems to cut me more than others. At least from my pathetic point of view.
This is truly one of those times when I need to Trust in the LORD, and do good; Dwell in the land, and feed on His faithfulness. Delight yourself also in the LORD, and he shall give you the desires of your heart.
I do know also that He will change the desires of my heart in the process. I’m ready for that. His will be done, not mine. I’m at that point where it will be nice to punt all my dreams and let my heart be filled with His will and delight. Make is so, O LORD, make it so.
By the way, the above is Psalm 37:3-4. I’m preaching from Psalm 37 this morning. I will post a link to the sermon later this week. If you read this on Sunday, pray for me, specifically that the LORD would bear fruit through me.
It is Christmas time here in the Pastor’s household, and we did open some gifts last night even though Christmas is on Saturday. Why would we do such a thing? Well, in the world of those who can’t wait to open Christmas presents, especially presents that came unexpectedly, we found an excuse to open them and that is all you need to know.
I have to say that I was pleasantly surprised by the gift given to me by Baba. She gave me an autographed, first-edition copy of Going Rogue by Sarah Palin. (I would say that I got chills running up my leg, but the allusion to Chris Matthews and the current president are too sickly to ruin this fine post on my Christmas gift.)
I was delighted. I don’t think I have anything autographed by anyone of fame at all. I did have some autographed CDs by some insignificant Christian contemporary artists, but let’s face it, unless you have something autographed by Steven Curtis Chapman or Amy Grant, then you really don’t have anything at all. Given the CCM world, everyone and their brother is involved in it, and that is not saying a lot.
But back to Mrs. Palin, the next president of the United States!!! (She has to be… after all, that would make the value of my book increase a hundred fold.) I can’t wait to start reading it, but I will have too. I have far too much to do today in order to get ready for our Christmas and I just don’t have time to start reading it. I am looking forward to it because this will be the first non-theological book I’ve read in a while (I read some of C.S. Lewis’ Narnia series last year). It’s good to take a break from theology every now and then, and I can’t think of a better book.
As for the autograph itself, it just reads “Sarah Palin.” Awesome. She signed her name in my book! It would have been neat if she had written something like: “Dear Timothy, when we make it to the White House, I will make sure you are part of Team Palin as our resident spiritual adviser, a.k.a., White-House Chaplin in Chief! And please let Elisa know that I will need her as chief-graphics designer in chief! Tell Andy and Joey the play room is all theirs! See you at 1600 Pennsylvania Drive in January 2013!“
OK, that is probably too much wishful thinking on my part. But you get the idea. This really is a neat gift. On the gift-O-meter it pegs out at a solid 10! You can’t get better than that! As I read it, I will review it for you as I progress along.
Thank you so much for the book. That was a neat idea and I’m grateful you took the time to get me the book. The boys love the cars, and Elisa loves the stain-glass as well. (We made it home without it breaking!) Have a wonderful Christmas.
Love Timothy, Elisa, Andy and Joey.
Yup, I heard this on the radio driving around and had one of those weird feelings you get when you here your name in relationship to a crime. Needless to say, this Timothy Hammons was not me, nor related to me in any way. He was a college student from Memphis, and his roommate accidentally shot him in the neck.
Pray for his roommate and his family. This truly is sad. Here is the story from the Jackson Sun:
Timothy Hammons, 23, originally of Memphis, was killed in the early morning shooting on Elizabeth Street. Jeff Houston, 22, also a Lane student from Memphis, accidentally fired the shot, said Lt. Rick Holt with the police department.
Witness accounts and evidence from the scene confirm the shooting was an accident, Holt said.
Witnesses told police Houston was handling a 9 mm semi-automatic pistol when it “inadvertently discharged,” Holt said.
The shooting occurred at about 2:45 a.m. Tuesday, police said. Police and emergency medical services were called to the residence, in the 100 block of Elizabeth Street. Hammons died shortly thereafter at the hospital.
Investigators met with the District Attorney’s Office and Hammons’ family. The District Attorney’s Office said Hammons’ death was unfortunate and accidental. No charges are forthcoming, Holt said.
How do I say this? I’m grumpy. I have been for about a week now. It’s not because things are bad in my life, I just don’t feel good. I’ve had this lingering cold now for more than a week and when I laugh, or talk too loudly, I start coughing. On top of that, I cough so hard some times that I start to pass out, which is the only time that I really feel good. The problem is that I don’t fully pass out, which is good while I’m driving. But bad when I’m around the house because I can’t use it for an excuse for a quick cap nap.
Elisa thinks I have a mild case of bronchitis, which means that if I don’t go see the doctor, it will become a strong case of bronchitis. So I best go see my doctor. I’m trying to think of all the other things that are wrong with my physically so that I can get my money’s worth.
Any way, I just wanted to post on why I haven’t been posting so much lately. I don’t want to have to give anything any thought… I’m just sort of here.
Now, I will say that I’ve had two elders in my church, and one visitor tell me that I needed to make a hot tottie before I went to bed. This is a drink that involves… alcohol(usually rum or Scottish whiskey), honey and other things to make you feel better. I’m hoping I get to try one soon. I’m not a big fan of rum or whiskey, but if it will make me feel better… bottoms up. See the recipe here.
By the way, every time I hear the words “hot tottie” I think of the song from Holiday Inn, the 1942 movie starring Fred Astaire and Bing Crosby.
Football season starts tomorrow night. We’ve had cooler nights. The worst month of the year, weather wise, is behind us. I’m grateful the Lord really is a God of order and the seasons continue being the seasons they have always been.
God is still in control, still sovereign, still on the throne. Let us return to Him and lean not on our own understanding.
As I write this, Pops is wheels up! (For those of you in Luxura, AR, that means he has lifted off in his plane by now.) We had a great time together and he even added to my power tool collection! We got out early Wednesday morning and worked on the yard and he discovered that I did not own a leaf blower. That being the case, we had to go to one of our favorite stores, Home Depot, and get a leaf blower. He bought it for me and said, “Happy Birthday.”
No, it’s not my birthday. But it’s a belated birthday gift. We got a Toro leaf blower that blows up to 235 m.p.h. Yup, it has some power and I put it to good use blowing off the driveway and the back patio. Did you know when you use a leaf blower, it only takes about 31 seconds to blow off the patio as opposed to the 5 minutes it would have taken me to sweep it? You could say the leaf blower is a “labor-saving device.”
We also went to Dick’s Sporting Goods. Dad has never been to one since Dick hasn’t opened any stores in Texas yet. That really needs to be remedied. Dick would do well in Texas if he would just put a few stores there. We didn’t buy anything, but we did come out of there with a $10 gift certificate. Not bad for visiting the store.
We also did a lot of eating, playing with the boys and spending time together. He was able to join us for our prayer meeting Wednesday night at the church and got to meet some of the members. He said we have a good group of people and a nice little church.
I truly love my Dad and enjoy spending time with him. I’m also glad the boys got to spend time with their Pops. They need to know their grandparents.