Glendale Dad Life

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I’ll be blogging, tweeting, and who knows what else.

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Messy Kids? Use this Bib

Do you have a messy kid?

Are you tired of food stained clothes?

My wife and I were. Then we tried the Kladd Prickar bibs from Ikea.

They are inexpensive ($5.99 for two), they cover everything, and when you’re done you can throw them in the wash.

We’ve received so many positive comments on them from other parents, I thought it might be worthwhile to share.

*I have not been paid by Ikea for this post.

Pain

It’s a good thing we can’t remember the sensation of pain. 

Just a few days removed from the event and I’m already starting to downplay what I felt on Tuesday morning.

It began like any normal day. My oldest son woke up early. In an effort to squeeze in a little more sleep I opted to rock with him for a little while. Only I didn’t last long before the pain began.

Initially, I thought it to be gas. I know. Pleasant, right? But it soon became evident it was something more. 

The pain, originating in the lower left side of my abdomen, increased and became more intense. In an effort to ease the pain, I went back to bed to lay down. That didn’t help. I couldn’t get comfortable and my back began to hurt as well. 

Over the next hour I tossed and turned in my bed trying every position imaginable. My poor wife must have thought I was dying. I’m sure I thought I was too.

About the time someone arrived to watch the kids, the pain finally began to dissipate. Even still, we still made the trip to the ER.

The ER waiting room was oddly empty, which was a pleasant surprise. I checked in and recounted the mornings events to the staff. 

After a urine analysis, and a blood test, I was diagnosed with kidney stones.

They say kidney stones are one of the most painful conditions you can experience. At the time, I’m sure I would have agreed. But, here, a few days removed, I’m beginning to doubt that. I survived. I’m feeling good. How bad could it have really been? 

Our bodies are amazing. How can we experience the worst pain one day, and totally forget it the next? I can’t begin to understand. I’d like to think there was some planning that went into it. I’d like to think it was intentional. What do you think?

All I know is, I’m glad we don’t remember pain. 

Oh, and I’m glad that kidney stone episode is over. Let’s hope it doesn’t return.

How is God using my gifts to touch others?

It’s a good question. 

One I probably need to dwell on for a while.

How is God using my gifts to touch others?

Hmmm…

I’d like to think that my service in my local church touches others. 

While I haven’t had someone come up to me to confess their sins and  ask to be baptized because of something I’ve said or done, I would like to think that I have indirectly had an effect.

I run my church’s communication and marketing. I’m responsible for the messages we put out over the web and through social media. 

Hopefully those messages help people find us, and find purpose. 

Hopefully those messages keep people coming back.

Hopefully those messages are building community.

Hopefully those messages are touching people. 

That’s a lot of hoping, I know. But, I really do hope my work is touching others. 

How do you think God using your gifts to touch others?

The Impossible Dream

I recently read an article on the importance of dreaming for the impossible.

It’s so easy to get caught up in what we can and can’t accomplish. It’s easy to think it’s all up to us. And, when we are in that frame of mind, it’s no wonder that our dreams look impossible.

I am currently faced with a few impossible dreams.

They seem so far out of reach.

I’ve been told they aren’t feasible.

Earlier this week, I was ready to give up on them. Then I read a simple, short article reminding me that I need to give my dreams up to God.

I need to trust in Him.

I need to ask for assistance.

I need to rely on someone other than myself.

Now, I’m giving it a second thought.

I think I’m going to try.

I think I’m going to dream.

I think I’m going to give it up to God, and dream for the impossible. As Don Quixote sings in The Impossible Dream from Man of La Mancha, “This is my quest, to follow that star, no matter how hopeless, no matter how far.”

No matter how hopeless it may seem, I’m going to try to dream for the impossible.

I’m going to try to look to God.

And trust in Him.