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Husband has had a horrible time at work that day. Feeling kicked around, unappreciated and definitely out of sorts, he pulls into the driveway, only to find that his three-year-old has left her tricycle blocking the garage door… again. He leverages his tired body out of the car and lumbers slowly into the house, ready to snap the head from the first person he sees.
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Would you believe that I own not one, but three defective guitars? One of them is totally unplayable, by anyone, the others are just unplayable by me. When we bought the farm about five years ago, an old guitar was part of the junk in the included 30x40 shop.
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Yep, it’s been a really tough few years for everyone. In just about every possible conceivable way. Financially, physically, and emotionally, and it hasn’t really mattered how old or young you are – life has stunk in a lot of ways. And this horrible onslaught of stress and grief is definitely taking its toll. People are struggling to make sense of their lives and to carry on with some sense of normalcy.
Read moreFinances keep getting scarcer for school budgets. With this mind, spending on per pupil athletes far outpaces spending per pupil in core subjects. A research of some large Colorado high schools indicated athletic budgets occupied almost 10 percent of each school’s overall budget. Per pupil spending in athletics was nearly double over non-athletic students.
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Really, I plan to make this column funny again… soon! Of course (as I’ve written previously), some folks have never realized my articles were supposed to be funny. In the past year, watching helplessly as my marriage to Jocelyn disintegrated, God has used the deep pain to teach me some equally-deep lessons.
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It is not an intelligent idea to ignore pain. If you have pain, or had pain in the past – physically, mentally, emotionally, maritally, financially, or any other ‘-ally,’ - there is a reason. Be smart and deal with it.
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The other day, as Freida and I headed to Dallas to celebrate our grandson completing his first trip around the Sun, a thought struck me. And that thought had to do with the center stripe painted on the highway — a line directing my path, signaling me not to stray across it without taking precautions. Then other lines holding sway over our daily lives came to mind. Lines like the one we sign our name on to pay a bill, or take title to a home, or apply for a fishing license. And there’s the line Johnny Cash sang about in “I Walk the Line.” Staying true to that course through five decades of wedded life has been my joy. And then there are lines such as Col. William Travis drew in the Alamo’s dust after Santa Ana demanded surrender or death. Roughly 200 brave Texans stepped over that line, thus entering history as slain heroes. That’s when lines on a map, boundary lines to be precise, gripped me.
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