As unto the bow the chord is,
So unto the man the woman.
Though she bends him,
She obeys him.
Though she draws him out,
Yet she follows.
Useless each without the other.
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Author: The Flying Dutchman
I am a man who loves Christ, loves my wife, loves my family, loves my church, and loves aviation. In that order.
Messing about in boats
Took my wife and kids (and the dog) boating today. We rented a 20′ Four Winns up at Lake Don Pedro. What a blast! The kids really enjoyed themselves. My wife really dug being out on the water once it warmed up a little. At one point we shut off the motor and just drifted for about an hour in a big bay. We ate lunch and just lazed around on the boat. A lifestyle I could get used to. One we could all get used to! After about 4 hours the kids were done. That’s when we started cruising the lake to see the sights. My youngest zonked out, the dog thew up, but my wife and I had a great time sightseeing.
Please keep your day job
I’ve been browsing some of the blogs here on Blogger. Many of them are just plain stupid. Not content-wise, people can say whatever they want, but you people that fancy yourselves web designers, uh, please stop. Some of these blogs are just plain painful to look at. They might have great content but I’ll never know. Others are just wierd. Either they are kids after a first-time experimentation with alcohol or they are just picking words out at random. Not quite poetry. Still others are kind of like my blog: some boring person blathering their experiences, opinions, and what-have-you on the Internet.
Interesting day here in the Central Valley. Thunderstorms pushed in all the way from the country’s mid section by Hurricane Rita. Not here in Modesto but all around us. I went flying this morning to look at the clouds. There was a lot of wind shear within 5 miles of the airport so I thought it prudent not to venture too far away. Shot a couple of landings and then headed off to work. Finally got my intercom problems wrung out too. Looks like I can give rides on Saturday after all.
Forgiveness
“And whenever you stand praying, if you have anything against anyone, forgive him, that your Father in heaven may also forgive you your trespasses. ”
Mark 11:25
Okay. I’m dropping the whole car parking thing. I’ve given that up to God. It was starting to eat me up inside. It’s just a car, it’s not hurting anyone. Foolish pride and selfishness. I’ve resolved to forgive my neighbor in my heart. It’s much easier that harboring resentment. Of imaginging all the devious things I could do. Easier to let God fight the battles. He always wins. I am (yet again) your HUMBLE servant, Lord. Use me as you will.
Realization
Every time I think I can’t take any more and am about to give in God simply turns the tide. I pray to Him earnestly, literally cry out to Him, and He makes things better for me. More on this later.
Peace
I need to pray. Pray for the man across the street who parks his car in front of my house. Pray for all the women I’ve looked upon with un-Godly eyes. Pray for my wife who puts up with me. Pray for my children who look up to me. Pray for myself how blessed I am that God keeps giving me chances and accepts me with His boundless mercy and GRACE!
Maybe the Calvinists have something after all. I’ve done nothing acceptable to God. I’d really like to do what the other guys do. But the Holy Spirit stays within me. Making me feel guilty for wanting to do those bad things, reminding me what’s right. I read in a book once that the most miserable person is the Christian who sins. They can’t fully enjoy their salvation because of their sin and they can’t fully enjoy their sin because of their salvation. What a miserable existence.
Best just to obey God and accept His peace. The peace that comes from knowing you’re doing the right thing and that you will spend eternity with the Creator of all things.
The neighbor’s car
Tell me, am I just being crazy or what? The neighbor across the street has a HUGE corner lot. A two-car garage and accompanying driveway, yet he INSISTS on parking his car in front of my house. Well, not exactly, he’s crafty about where he parks. Right on the property line between my house and the next-door neighbors. Dead-center of a wheel-chair access ramp. Is it just me or is this plain rude? You could get 10 or 15 cars curbside in front of his house, you can get maybe 2 in front of mine, only 1 with his car parked there all the time. What a jerk. I’m praying for a “For Sale” sign to pop up in his front yard one of these days.
Okay, I’ve vented.
Now it’s my turn
I swore I’d never blog. Well here I am. I need a soapbox and this is it. Tune in to get my take on life, the universe, and everything. This blog will be faith-based so if that’s not your bag, first of all I pity you, second of all you are always free to POLITELY disagree.
Air Prayer 