Tag Archives: family

Thanksgiving Challenge Day 1

Posted on by
Reply

This is the first in a series of short, daily posts I’ll be writing between now and Thanksgiving in an effort to establish the habit of daily thankfulness.  If you’d like to take the challenge, leave a comment about what you’re thankful for today below.  

Sunday I took advantage of the warm afternoon to go ahead and put up Christmas lights on the house.   We’d just finished carving jack-o-lanterns.  My kindergarten daughter thought I was out of mind.  She said, “You’re putting up Christmas lights before Halloween?  Okay, but don’t blame me when people laugh at you.”

God,

Thanks for the funny things my kids say that lighten up my day and remind me not to take myself too seriously.  I love the way they catch me off guard.

Thanks,

Jason

 What are you thankful for today?

Life Under the Hood

Posted on by
1

image

Photo Credit: Stampest via Compfight cc

I’m not exactly what you would call mechanically inclined.  I’ve literally spent hours trying to put new wiper blades on my car.  Hours.  When mechanics see me walk into their shop, they start high-fiving each other and calling their wives.  “Hey, babe, looks like we’re going to put in that pool.”

It’s not like my dad didn’t try to help me.  I think from a very early age, he could tell I had mechanical issues.  Fortunately, the cars we owned kept breaking down, so he had plenty of opportunities to take me under the hood and try to teach me some automotive survival skills.

Continue reading →

BMX Jesus

Posted on by
4

I don’t know what kind of trouble this kid was in, but his dad refused to stop looking for him.  Dads are like that.  At least good dads are.

I met them at the park on Saturday when I’d taken my girls on a walk.  I saw the kid when we first arrived.  I’m guessing he was maybe a high school freshman, maybe just a big middle schooler, either way too big for the playground.  He sat on the swings talking to a couple of girls and left soon after we arrived.

My wife said she thought she’d overheard them say something about a missing wallet and someone calling the police.

A few minutes later the kid’s dad pulled up on bicycle and flagged me down.

“Have you seen some teenagers up here?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said.  “They just left.”

“That’s my boy.” he said.  “If he comes back, keep your eye on him.  He’s been in some trouble.”

Continue reading →