A wonderful thing happened this morning.
After getting the the boys off to school, it rained during my two-mile walk. And then it rained some more ... harder still. Because the unpaved track behind our local Y has a tendency to get very slick, muddy and rutted when it's wet, I only tried to run during the first half-mile or so while it was still sprinkling.
As the downfall got heavier, I stopped for a moment to put my iPod in the car. My glasses fogged up and drops of water were making their way back and forth on the bill of my old-school Braves cap before finally falling off. I was getting soaked, but for the last mile and a half, all I could hear was the sound of the rain in the trees and the steady crunch ... crunch ... crunch of my footsteps.
It was just me, God and the rain.
Lord, help me to be a better dad. Let me have more patience.
Crunch ... crunch ... crunch ...
You know the things Jesse faces. Help him cope. He's so smart, waaaay smarter than his old man.
God, Adam is such a character. All I ask is that he can always have that same sense of almost overwhelming joy.
And Richard ... dear God, Richard. You name the time and the place, and I will be there.
Crunch ... crunch ... crunch ...
Be with Jeanie. There's no way I could ever do her job. Grant her wisdom.
Speaking of jobs, You know that one I've been going after so hard for so long? Any chance of You helping me out on that one?
Please?
Losing weight is so hard. Please help me stick with it this time.
Crunch ... crunch ... crunch ...
Father, for whatever reason, You've seen fit for me to be elected as a deacon at my church again. I do not want to fuss. I do not want to argue.
Every church has challenges, so when they take place at Maplewood, help us to be Christians first and right or wrong second.
Crunch ... crunch ... crunch ...
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