Ok, so the Rangers just lost game 2 of the world series. I'd like to say that its great that we made it to the world series, but we just lost two in a row and I can't bring myself to be that big of a person right now.
On the lighter side of things, something amazing happened to me today. To tell the story right, I have to take you back to May of this year. It was Memorial Day and I was on my way to work. Just before 7am, I was about to round the last curve of the Weatherford traffic circle when two motorcycles in the lane in front of me ran into each other. They both fell off their bikes, one sliding into the grass, and the other bouncing like a rubber ball all over the road in front of me. I had to swerve quickly to avoid running over him, and to top it all off, I had to watch his head bust open as he was not wearing a helmet.
So, I pulled over and frantically called 911, knowing that I couldn't help this guy without medical assistance. By the time I have got an ambulance on the way and finally jump out of the car, there are already other witnesses on the scene and one man has taken off his tshirt and is compressing the head wound, holding it all together. It was a sickening sight that has made me nervous around motorcycles to this day. The ambulance and police finally arrived and I headed off to work, shook up, but nothing more I could really do to help.
I have had dreams about what I saw that day and as I drive past that spot on the way to work everyday, I still see the bloody mess in my mind. I have often times wondered whether or not the man lived. I guessed I would just never know, until today when he showed up on my doorstep.
It turns out that he had gotten the 911 call from the police and my contact info as well. He tracked me down and this afternoon stood in my front yard and told me, "I want to thank you for saving my life. Without your phone call I wouldn't have made it." He lost 3 pints of blood and had over 200 stitches in his head. He couldn't even sleep laying down for over a month because of the head trauma. He nearly died, and is very blessed to be alive today.
As I looked at his face, I felt such a strange feeling. It was so cool to experience a great outcome in a situation like this. I could see the scar running down the side of his head. He told me he is a minister and we talked for a while about that too. God watches over His faithful, and today, he gave me a great gift by having this man visit and let me now how it all turned out.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
October 24, 2010
Sun beams race across a distant sky
I turn, its hurts me, blinking eyes
Flitting yellow butterflies yearn
For the time when they can learn
From all the troubles of humanity
The time shall come, we all will see
A desert bare with burdens dry
A tear is shed, we all must cry
The simple life we've yet to live
Abundant time there is to give
Yesterdy weaving away from all
Tomorrow looming, a silent wall
Lately I have had an uneasy type feeling. Sort of as if things are out of place, or as if maybe I am not accomplishing something I should. Last night, I lay awake in my bed at three in the morning thinking about it, and turning my troubles over and over and over again in my head.
I think of all the people in the world I encourage to succeed, the person I am the hardest on is, by far, myself. I am sitting in a place where I wonder why my Albanian aimed non profit is not growing in the ways I would like to see it grow. I wonder what I have done wrong, and why after trying again and again to generate interest, I seem to be at a stand still. I begin to wonder if I am doing the right thing. Should I renew the non profit this coming January, or just give it up for now.
All these things weigh on my head and I can't sleep, I can't function. I have even reorganized my priorities to no longer include as many social outputs, but more spiritual and personal time. None of this seemed to help.
Then I saw the real problem. It was me.
I am at a make or break point in my life and if I give now, today will only become yet another failing, breaking point. I MUST press on towards the goal, my prize being the One Who gave me breath. I must realize what is right in front of me now, and not what I feel like I am flailing after in my future.
Today I was privileged to bring a young girl to church who is a 20 year old mother of a 3, 2 and 1 year old. She has probably lived a tougher than normal life and needs to see the genuine love of Christ for her, regardless of her current circumstances. Luckily, I am a blessed person in that I attend a church that does just that: showing people Jesus without judgment. On the way home the girl asked me if she could come again some time. If that is not effective ministry, I don't know what is.
What I feel I am lacking in my overseas missions, God is certainly making up for by doing things here, and while I will not forget about those in Albania, I also will not forget about those suffering here at home, as I pursue my goals. Touching the lives of others, no matter where, is a true privilege and I hope I can continue to do just that, both here and abroad. All in due season.
I am thankful for what I have today, and although tomorrow may seem like a silent, looming wall, I will be thankful for where He is taking me in the future and I will walk the road to get there with pride in my Jesus.
I turn, its hurts me, blinking eyes
Flitting yellow butterflies yearn
For the time when they can learn
From all the troubles of humanity
The time shall come, we all will see
A desert bare with burdens dry
A tear is shed, we all must cry
The simple life we've yet to live
Abundant time there is to give
Yesterdy weaving away from all
Tomorrow looming, a silent wall
Lately I have had an uneasy type feeling. Sort of as if things are out of place, or as if maybe I am not accomplishing something I should. Last night, I lay awake in my bed at three in the morning thinking about it, and turning my troubles over and over and over again in my head.
I think of all the people in the world I encourage to succeed, the person I am the hardest on is, by far, myself. I am sitting in a place where I wonder why my Albanian aimed non profit is not growing in the ways I would like to see it grow. I wonder what I have done wrong, and why after trying again and again to generate interest, I seem to be at a stand still. I begin to wonder if I am doing the right thing. Should I renew the non profit this coming January, or just give it up for now.
All these things weigh on my head and I can't sleep, I can't function. I have even reorganized my priorities to no longer include as many social outputs, but more spiritual and personal time. None of this seemed to help.
Then I saw the real problem. It was me.
I am at a make or break point in my life and if I give now, today will only become yet another failing, breaking point. I MUST press on towards the goal, my prize being the One Who gave me breath. I must realize what is right in front of me now, and not what I feel like I am flailing after in my future.
Today I was privileged to bring a young girl to church who is a 20 year old mother of a 3, 2 and 1 year old. She has probably lived a tougher than normal life and needs to see the genuine love of Christ for her, regardless of her current circumstances. Luckily, I am a blessed person in that I attend a church that does just that: showing people Jesus without judgment. On the way home the girl asked me if she could come again some time. If that is not effective ministry, I don't know what is.
What I feel I am lacking in my overseas missions, God is certainly making up for by doing things here, and while I will not forget about those in Albania, I also will not forget about those suffering here at home, as I pursue my goals. Touching the lives of others, no matter where, is a true privilege and I hope I can continue to do just that, both here and abroad. All in due season.
I am thankful for what I have today, and although tomorrow may seem like a silent, looming wall, I will be thankful for where He is taking me in the future and I will walk the road to get there with pride in my Jesus.
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