Sometimes when I come here I’m overwhelmed with the direction I can take any given post.
God loves me unconditionally, yet that does not condone my sin. As a faithful believer in Jesus Christ I do not spin my life circumstance to make room for the sin that separates me from Him.
I wrote the above two paragraphs several weeks ago, but they still hold true today. Funny that the 4th of July is tomorrow, and my family and I are enjoying a “Friday night” on Monday. It’s actually 10:20pm on Monday night, and I hear fireworks in the background that Lucy, my dog, could do without.
There’s been a lot of water under the bridge since I last shared with you wonderful people, and I hardly know where to begin. You’ve been there and done that and you have the t-shirt, so as I unpack my drivel bear with me.
I suppose the first thing that comes to mind is that I had to back out of my office lease only after 2 weeks of trying to make it work. I had to let my employee go, and I had to turn down a lucrative account because there was no way I was going to clean a whole club house and eight cottages on a golf course by myself.
My wife and daughter went to Chicago with my father-in-law preceding that, and there were some mental challenges during that week I’ll not elaborate on here . Maybe in a book. I’m of the age now that I’ve got enough sin and epic fails in my life that the lines on my face aren’t from studying all night in college for an important exam. No, these fails I carry with me to the grave, but thankfully I sense I’m a long way off from the grave. I’m not afraid to die, but some bridges burned are never rebuilt. I’m at peace with that.
I deleted all traces of my presence on Facebook because of this recent epic business fail, and I will not go into detail about that for legal reasons. Although legal is hardly the reason because under Tennessee law you can part ways with any employee at any time for any or no reason at all. It’s called at-will employment. Ask any payroll expert, attorney or accountant about it. But my conscience drives me to pay what I owe, and even though I may be way behind in paying my bills I always pay my bills. It’s the right thing to do.
I’m learning authentic manhood doesn’t demand perfection at any season of life, but it does provide perseverance as my LORD increases faith in the path of suffering. You cannot escape the path of suffering, but neither do I want to because when you travel the path of least resistance you become a patsy for evil. There is a line I will not cross.
I am fond of the quote that goes something like this. Failure is a chance to begin again knowing what not to do. If anything is certain it’s that I learn as much from failure as I do from the stories of books that reign accolades of praise upon men who seem to have conquered the world. Gives me another reason to be thankful that Facebook is no longer a black hole.
I may have been to a valley, and I suspect there are more valleys to come, but the mountain top experiences are delightful when I ascend from the valley, and I think I’m on my way to a mountain top.
Writing, speaking and sharing life’s struggles with other men views the valleys, but it transcribes a prescription for mountain top living. Seasons are bearable so long I have a routine in that protocol.
He walks with us nearer than we can possibly know, and even when there’s barely enough cash in your pocket for gas the overflow is there in His presence.