I’m blogging! I’m not sure if you can believe it; I can’t. When I opened this blog up this morning, I noticed it was created February 2006; this blog has more patience than I do. I would have shut the lights out and left long ago, but it’s been waiting here for me. This may be my first – and last – blog. I’m not sure.
I shared one of the more contemplative days I’ve had with my wife Amie yesterday. We got out on the lake, pulled the boat up on a beach. Sydney and Caden went right to work doing reconnaissance on the shore line and spent several hours staging and deploying their attack to conquer a new continent. (Well, Caden was – Sydney was enduring him while she strolled the shore line looking good to her fictitious camera crew as she sang for her first music video.)
Meanwhile, Amie and I sat on the boat with Livie and took a stroll of our own, remembering back to the first time we held hands… We were young 20-something’s walking in a small town park in central Nebraska talking about childhood memories we both had made there separate of each other; we both had spent hours in a little creek there as kids collecting crawdads. Years later, we found out why the creek was named “warm slew”… The cattle in the feed yard up the road seemed to be a great source of nutrients that kept a crawdad population healthy and thriving. (Insert dry-heaving here.)
The sun had set, lampposts were lit, big snowflakes were falling, and we were getting cold, so we kept walking. I really wanted to hold her hand, but I was scared to death to ask her. I wasn’t sure if she even liked me. So, I did the next best thing: I sort of committed and grabbed the sleeve of her sweater. At that point, the scene was just awkward. Thank God she rescued me, and asked, “Do you want to hold my hand?” I said “Sure.” We then proceeded to intermingle our winter gloves and both wondered if this was going to alter life going forward… And it did.
God’s wanting to be even more intermingled in my life, and mine with his… Sort of committing isn’t going to make that happen. So here I sit this morning feeling like God is beckoning to be intermingled with humanity. If we’ll commit… it will be life-altering.
