Here are some things on my mind this Friday morning:
•I turned 38 this week. Emily gave me a great birthday, and I was so thankful for the encouragement I received from my friends.
•It wasn’t too long into my birthday celebration I pulled a that muscle leading from the thumb to the wrist on a warm-up swing on the golf course. I. Got. Hurt. On. A. Warm-up. Swing.
•I know that by certain standards I’m still a “youngish” man, but my genogram suggests 38 is 2nd base. It makes one think about the first half and evaluate one’s course for the second.
•One of the hardest things to say to someone is, “no.” However, it’s also one of the most important things to say, when needed.
•One of the best indicators of whether our heart is synced closely to the Father’s is whether or not we celebrate what He celebrates.
In honor of the end of baseball season, this Monday’s post offers ministry insights from the great enemy of most hitters (and pastors) — the curveball.
Those who cannot effectively hit the curve ball will never be effective at the “Big League” level. Game 4 of the World Series featured some seriously wicked curves, and given the day I had yesterday, I’m thinking a lot about curves. For those of you who haven’t seen a wicked curve, here’s a Clayton Kershaw curveball to Gregor Blanco of the Giants. Sheer nastiness.