Still Uneducated

A few posts back I mentioned I was going back to college and had started my first class. I did pass the class. Hooray!

*stops celebrating violently*

It ended there. Never took another class. The money was not there and it did not ever come. So I guess God shut the very door that I thought He was opening. I’m disappointed, to be sure, but not so much. I mean, who am I kidding anyway? After work I don’t even feel like walking, which is a very simple task that requires little to no active thought, mind you. So how did I think I would have the wherewithal to apply my mind to study every evening? I must be crazy, right? To want to volunteer what’s left of my mind every day after work to the task of trying to learn something and improve myself in some fashion . . . crazy, indeed.

So I’ve moved on. Not physically. I’m still here. Rather, mentally. I will no longer give my mind over to the lifelong desire to finish a college degree. I’ve tried to return twice now. Apparently, it ain’t gonna happen. I take it that God has said “No” to that one.

O God, in you I place my hope. There is nothing in me that I can hope in. I am indeed nothing without you and will always fail if left to my own devices. I need you. I am prone to wander, Lord. I feel it. I am prone to leave the God I love. Here’s my heart, Lord, take and seal it for your courts above.


Drinking coffee like a man

I started drinking black coffee last month. Why? Purely for financial reasons . . . at first. I’m tired of buying sweetener and creamer. Now it’s turned into a test to see if my taste buds will change and if I will eventually acquire a taste for it. As of right now, it’s stinking nasty. I took about 2 weeks off of coffee before the switch. Now, this is my 3rd week of black.

I heard somewhere that kids try something 100 times before the really develop a taste for it and like it. I’m shooting for 100 days to see if it holds true for me. I said it’s stinking nasty now, but when I started it was horrid, so I guess maybe it’s gotten a little better.

Now it’s evolved into something more.

Ever hear of Jack Reacher? You may have now that Tom Cruise played him in a movie by the same name. The movie is based on the book One Shot, which is a good book. Lee Child is the author of something like 16 or 17 books now about his main character Jack Reacher. I’ve read about 14 of them. Now, get Tom Cruise out of your head. I haven’t seen the movie, but Tom Cruise is nowhere near a decent pick to play Jack Reacher. Big money grab by Child in my opinion.

Anyway, Jack Reacher is a man’s man. No middle name, no ID, no home. Just the clothes on his back and a pocket toothbrush. And he survives. Brute masculinity, this guy, I tell you. And he drinks his coffee. Lots of it, and black. I never even considered drinking black coffee until I read my first Reacher book a few years ago. The thought has been in my mind ever since. Every time I poured the sweetener and creamer into my coffee I would think of how much of a pansy I was. Well, not anymore. I’m reclaiming my masculinity.

Here’s to you, Reacher.

Who am I

I’m like the worst blogger ever.

I’m just no good at keeping In touch. I tried Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram and just gave it up because I couldn’t get past the fact that I felt it was the most ridiculous waste of time. There are so many more things I could be doing than finding out what other people are doing. The better course of wisdom in my case, I think, is to abstain from all of that time wasting because I am too prone to become addicted, as it turns out.

I’m still at Toyo. It’ll be 7 years in June.

Everli turned 2 in October and Nora Collette will be here in June. Having kids is a tremendous blessing indeed, but you must possess a mild form of insanity to actually go through with having them. It’s the most difficult yet most rewarding thing I’ve ever done.

I’m playing a gig this weekend. Playing bass. It’s for the conference my wife is putting on. This is the second year. Check it out:

She is also doing a retreat at Deer Run in Franklin, TN in September this year. I’m proud of her.


Back to School

The last time I went to school was in the Spring of 2000 at Nicholls State University in Thibodaux, LA (I started in the Fall of 1997). I decided at that time that I would take a semester off just to take a break. I had, after all, been going to school for 16 years without a break. I ended up getting sick with ulcerative colitis and had to have several abdominal surgeries. I never went back to school.

Fast forward almost 12 years and I’m married, age 33, with a daughter. My desire has always been to finish college. I’ve given it loads of thought over the years, but would talk myself out of it thinking, “I’m too old now and besides, there is no way to afford it.”

One of my favorite verses in the Bible is Proverbs 16:9 – “The mind of man plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps.” So, as I was thinking about my life and this verse one day and all the places God has directed me I decided to pray and see if God would somehow open the door for me to attend somewhere, but it would have to be 100% online since I work close to 50 hours a week 30 minutes away and He would have to provide 100% of the funds. I decided to “plan” on going to college and see where God’s direction would take me.

Long story short, I began to take it one step at a time and prayed for God’s direction at each step (and for funds!). I requested info from a few schools and ended up with one that had a program that matched the desires God had put in me. I applied and was accepted by the grace of God.

I began my first class today. It’s a required intro class for the school and it is worth zero credits and costs zero dollars, but hey, it’s a class and I’m stoked! I’ll keep praying and saving and when the money is there I’ll take another class and just keep going until I’m finished.

I’m so thankful and humbled that God would give me this opportunity. It is only by His grace that I am able to accomplish or achieve anything that I do in life. To Him and Him alone be the glory!

9 months

my daughter was 9 months old last week. she’s crawling and pulling herself up to a standing position on different furniture and objects. Some days her hair looks a little more red, some days more blonde, but i think she definitely has a little firecracker, red-haired personality mixed in there.

i’m a dad

on october 21, 2010 at 11:10 in the morning, i officially became the dad of a beautiful, strawberry blonde girl named everli raye.

it’s been a week so far. a challenging week. she has a little jaundice, so we’ve been getting her blood drawn everyday at the hospital to check her bilirubin level. they also gave us this tanning bed thing that glows blue light. she is supposed to lie on it as much as possible, but we have trouble getting her to stay on it because she squirms a lot when we try to put her on it.

all in all, i’m happy to be a dad. candace is a natural mother. she’s doing a great job.


still working at toyo. going on 3 years. no new language study. just a little french. taught my first disciple now weekend in over 10 years. last one i did was with byron. it was also a gig, too, in laporte, TX. remember that, byron? i was horrible at it and vowed to myself that i would never do it again. but i did it again last weekend. it went really well. i taught 12th grade and college guys.