Well I have only been blogging for a few weeks and already I am slacking off. Reminds me of my spiritual life at times. Did I just say that? I am supposed to be a "pastor." We aren't supposed to struggle with our spiritual lives are we? Give me a friggin break. Anyone that thinks pastors don't struggle with spiritual things or life in general needs to spend a week with me...heck spend a day...no make that an hour. I won't generalize every pastor, but I personally struggle with sin issues on a minute by minute basis. It could be dealing with other peoples attitudes, my attitudes, sexual temptations, you name it, I probably have been tempted with it and maybe in some form or another given in to some of them. One thing I hold to is that Jesus never leaves me, I may turn away from Him, but He is always standing there with His arms open waiting for me to turn around. More times than not, He goes the extra mile and keeps nudging me, tapping my shoulders, or jumping in front of me to get my attention. I battle daily with letting Him really be Lord of my life, I mean truly Lord! Not just the verbal affirmation, but the whole enchilada. That is why the tattoo I got over a year ago is Galatians 2:20, "I have been crucified with Christ; and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the flesh, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me."
That is my life verse and what I strive for daily. Those of you reading this, please pray for me to fight the fight and keep the faith. If you respond to my blog, I promise to say a prayer for you too!
Oh by the way, my sons and I were having our usual just before bed football game in the living room last night. My 5 year old comes running full bore into the living room, only to be taken out by the door jam of our bedroom. He totally slammed his little toes (barefoot) into the jam and then did a face plant on the floor before screaming in agony. I picked him up and held him while my wife checked his toes. The awesome thing that happened was his big brother of 8 came and knelt at his feet and prayed for him. Why can't I do those things more often? By the way, Nicholas is fine and still running crazy, and Nathanael is doing great, just wish he would be open to praying before meals more (haha).
Keep it real!
