Tuesday, November 17, 2015
This theme usually gets reinforced to me in the scripture I’m reading, the music I’m listening to, the sermons I’m hearing and in my personal quiet times.
It’s pretty cool how, when I actually slow down enough to pay attention to what He’s sending my way the messages begin to get connected and I‘m able to walk away with a Lesson that God wants me to process and hopefully learn.
I love how God has taken the various and sundry experiences I’ve had, and in my little pea brain summarizes them in a phrase or a theme so that I can apply the lessons to my life.
Sunday, November 1, 2015
I'm talking about The Little League, Babe Ruth and Thorne Street Basketball parks in my old stomping grounds of the booming metropolis of Horseheads, NY.
Three parks that bring back so many memories every time I just drive by, and now this time I actually got out and walked around, and observed the very places that my brother and I along with many friends spent tons of hours growing up.
I remembered some of the pep talks I received in the dugout, as well as some of the trash talk I dolled out on the court. Those were good times, good times for sure.
As I strolled down memory lane though, I realized that the things that motivated my energies and efforts of 25-30 years ago, have failed to materialize for me, I mean I was like every other kid playing and working on those fields.