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9
Sep

18 Years Old – an Ode to Shelbi

Shelbi at 3, end of first photo shoot

Today we not only celebrate the life of our oldest daughter, but in more ways than she will ever know her arrival changed the course of our lives.

Her arrival sparked a certain urgency in Kristi to find me a job. Indirectly Shelbi is responsible for me spending the last 17 years at Lexmark.

I also happened to gain a significant amount of weight during that first pregnancy. So, indirectly Shelbi is responsible for me weighing more than I should. 🙂

I wasn’t the best husband in the world. In fact, the Cowboys were playing on TV while Kristi was in labor with Shelbi. And while I tried to enjoy the game I was strongly encouraged, maybe threatened is more accurate, by my Lamaze Instructing mother and wife to massage feet and calves for hours. So, Shelbi is indirectly responsible for my fading fanaticism in regards to the Dallas Cowboys…that and Jerry Jones. And is also indirectly responsible for making me more responsible.

We built a house because Shelbi was coming. We bought a car because she was coming. We spent money on a glider and bought a brown Lay Z Boy because she was coming (it’s still my chair). We bought a really good, and really expensive, vacuum cleaner because she came (we still have the same Kirby and would never own anything else). We bought a video camera because she came. I learned that putting together a crib can take hours, that the best way to relieve constipation is to shove a thermometer in your rear end, that holding you so you faced out and pulling your knees to your chest helped relieve some of your colicky pain – boy were we exhausted those first few months, and that breast milk isn’t always the best form of nutrition. I learned that there are some hurts Daddy can’t fix, and there are some fears Daddy can’t fight. I learned how to trust doctors to do surgery…twice. I learned that blankets with holes in them can bring comfort and two fingers are always better than one, but allowing you to suck fingers instead of a pacifier was a poor choice regardless of how cute it was. I learned that it is possible for a nine year old to be compassionate (Bunko for Tsunami Recovery Birthday). I learned that suffering through being the oldest child doesn’t prepare you to raise your oldest child. I learned that regardless of how well you think you know your kid it is never a good reason to fail to get to know your kid. I learned that being up front with my kids with my mistakes doesn’t necessarily mean my kids won’t make the same mistakes with worse consequences.

Senior picture with Momma

Most of all I learned to love. Unconditionally love. And for that I think everyone should thank you.

Regardless of the cost, the change, the lessons, the pain you were worth it. You is kind, you is smart, you is important. Welcome to adulthood. Now the true test of whether or not we did a good job of being your parents begins. May God be gracious and merciful because perfect we were not.

To that I think I can hear you say, “AMEN, brutha!

 

5
Nov

A Song for the Priests

Couldn’t help but hear a wonderfully artistic representation of what we’ve been talking about lately. All of you priests listen up.

31
May

A Tribute – Dallas Willard

Dallas Willard has been one of my most favorite thought provoking authors. As an esteemed professor of philosophy at USC he was respected in both the academic and Church culture. His book, The Divine Conspiracy, ranks as one of the most important books I have ever read. He passed away after a long bout with cancer this month. Sadly, I never heard him speak in person, but thanks to technology and YouTube I can still appreciate the great personality behind the great books and thoughts he proclaimed. Here is a clip of him sharing the importance of asking questions and owning doubts. Something we tend to shy away from in the Church.