I Used to be Better at This

I used to be better at this. 


I’m not sure if that’s really a good thing, but it’s the truth.


Erin used to travel a lot for work. Over the years I got used to it. But, since Michael’s birth, she hasn’t traveled as much.


Last night was the first time in a while that Michael and I were alone for the night. It went ok, but not as well as I had hoped.


Michael woke up at 9pm screaming. 


He woke up at 2am upset.


He woke up at 4am and fussed for a little while.


The dog also woke up at 4am and barked for 20 minutes.


Then Michael woke up again at 5am, so I brought him to bed.


I’m not sure what the source of his discomfort was, but it’s possible that he just wanted his mom.


Michael’s never been a very good sleeper, so I would be lying if I said this was outside of the norm for him. However, he has been sleeping much better than this over the last several months. I hope it’s not a new pattern for this week.


Here’s hoping tonight goes better.

Trusty and True

Trusty And True
By Damien Rice

We’ve wanted to be trusty and true
But feathers fell from our wings
And we’ve wanted to be worthy of you
But weather rained on our dreams
And we can’t take back
What is done, what is past
So fellas, lay down your fears
‘Cause we can’t take back
What is done, what is past
So let us start from here…
‘Cause we never wanted to be lusty or lewd
Nor tethered to prudish strings
And we never wanted to be jealously tuned
Nor withered into ugly things
But we can’t take back
What is done, what is past
So fellas, lay down your spears
‘Cause we can’t take back
What is done, what is past
So let us start from here…
And if all that you are
Is not all you desire,
Then, come…
Come, let yourself be wrong
Come, it’s already begun
Come, come alone
Come with fear, come with love
Come however you are
Just come, come alone
Come with friends, come with foes
Come however you are
Just come, come alone
Come with me, then let go
Come however you are
Just come, come alone
Come so carefully closed
Come however you are
Just come…
Come, come along
Come with sorrows and songs
Come however you are
Just come, come along
Come, let yourself be wrong 
Come however you are
Just come…

21 Martyrs

Have you been to 21martyrs.com?

I have.

I watched the video.

It’s powerful stuff.

Scary stuff.

My heart goes out to the affected families. And, I hope that I would be able to stand up for my beliefs in a similar fashion. It’s admirable.

But, I’m also scared that the video promotes an us vs. them mentality. To me it come across as a rally cry.

I don’t see the love, compassion, or forgiveness of the Christianity that I ascribe to.

I’m sure if you spoke to the creators of the video they would hope for a peaceful response to these senseless acts. I just hope that other Christians around the world do as well.


Yesterday afternoon, Erin and I watched a documentary about a young man who chose to build a “tiny” house and move out to a piece of undeveloped property he purchased in Colorado. Throughout the documentary they interviewed people who chose to live the same way, in very small houses. Some of the houses were less than 100 square feet.

Only having 100 square feet forces you to prioritize what is important to you. You literally don’t have space for things you don’t need.

While, I’m not quite ready to move into my own “tiny” house, it got me thinking about what I really need to live.

It turns out, what I need is far, far less than what I have. And, it’s good to have a reminder of that, but what I struggle with is what do I do with it?

How can I simplify my life?

Do I go through my closet and give away all but a few articles of clothing?

Do I donate all of my books, music, and gadgets?

Do I clear out the linen closet, the pantry, the kitchen cupboards?

Oh, and then there’s the garage… what do I do about that?

I don’t know. It’s overwhelming.

It makes me sick to think about how it’s so easy to just amass stuff. I think I would benefit greatly from going through all of my stuff and pairing down my life, but is that enough?

Father, Husband, Son


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