There they are. The cutest cats around. Also the daily proof of my miraculous allergy healing! Ever since I was a young child, I have been violently allergic to cats. My face would swell and I would sneeze and cough and my throat would get inflamed and threaten to seal up. Pretty crappy. When we moved into our current house, the neighborhood cat would stop by and I would feed him. Every time he made me ill, even when I only briefly came in contact with him. One day I noticed that I was not sniffley at all, so I decided to test it. I picked Waldo {who we called Grievous at the time} and buried my face in his side and inhaled deeply. I then put him down and rubbed my eyes furiously with my hands, because there was cat dander on them. At this point I waited, as Hannah looked on in wide-eyed curiosity. This contact would have nearly killed me a while ago. This time however, I was fine. After weeks of petting on Waldo I am totally cool around cats. So, we got a couple. Now, I am pretty much the happiest guy around and am quite sure that cats are the best pets you can have if you are a home body. That said, Sadie and Elly are complete terrors and are hellbent on systematically destroying my home… but they are really cute.
I’m working on a gallery in which I will be uploading some more pictures of the felines. I’ll keep you posted.
1967 Volkswagen Karmann Ghia for sale in the East Nashville area. She has a 1972 1600cc dual port motor and is in need of a good home with a loving partner.
Images and more information soon!
So, the wife stumbled upon what could possibly be the coolest job in town. Except mine, of course. After finishing up an administrative position at a local high-end architectural boutique, she has been without work for a while now. She has been looking around, but neither of us were interested in her settling for digging ditches or undertaking or the like. Recently, craigslist came to the rescue! A really cool shop right the middle of downtown that makes fantastic cakes and the like caught her eye last weekend, so she gave them a call earlier this week. Turns out that these cake decorating classes she took a while back really paid off. The owners and operators really seem to be like-minded people with Hannah, so we were both pretty excited about the prospect. Well, the phone interview went off without a hitch, they were pleased with Hannah’s experience and potential, and Hannah was really impressed with their talk as well. Finally, she went in on Tuesday for the really real interview and totally fell in love with the place. I got to see it yesterday and was surprised by the size of the place, not to mention the volume and complexity of orders they are currently taking care of. Now at the end of the week, Hannah is the newest cake decorator at “The French Confection.” I planned to name this post: Hannah “Popeye” Lehner. But I was informed that the reference was a little too obscure. {Popeye was the main detective in The French Connection, Hackman played him} At any rate, should you need a marvelous wedding cake or some other delicious pastry for a special occasion, look no further than The French Confection the Nashville. Keep my wife in a job!
Lately, I have felt really strongly that my approach to concerns and hard times has been a bit flawed. I get stuck in a pit and cry out to God about my needs. He pulls me out and I thank Him and move on. Every six months or so the cycle repeats. Well, I think I have found the exit strategy! Recently, we have been snowed in by some remarkably bad financial decisions that just decided to reach up and bite us on the arse. Instead of just fasting and crying out that God just fix it (not that there is anything wrong with that), I have felt compelled to worship and commune (feast even!) with the Father and remember His affections and faithfulness. Yesterday for instance, I was looking through the Bible hoping to find a pat on the back and maybe a thousand dollars I may have left between the pages. What I found was Psalm 145:
Great is the Lord and highly to be praised; and His greatness is [so vast and deep as to be] unsearchable.
One generation shall laud Your works to another and shall declare Your mighty acts.
On the glorious splendor of Your majesty and on Your wondrous works I will meditate.
In the economy of Heaven, your pocketbook is not the limit or the boundary. The limit is formed by our willingness to commune and align with the heart and direction of our Father, who is faithful. He loves us quite a lot and is constantly in the field making paths for His children. He is our breaker and desires our success. Our dreams and ambitions are not birth in us to create opportunity for failure, but to be the launch into something far greater than the dream or the ambition: a kingdom burden. I am discovering that His burden is light and easily carried, because it creates life.
For My yoke is wholesome (useful, good–not harsh, hard, sharp, or pressing, but comfortable, gracious, and pleasant), and My burden is light and easy to be borne.
His burden gives us direction and opens channels through which the kingdom can be injected into this world. I believe His burden is what empowers us to deliver healing to the sick, life to the dead and dying, freedom to the oppressed, and salvation to those that have lost their way.
Daily His grace and affections undo me and knock me on my rear.
I recently purchased a PC from a reputable salvage place online. Super cheap PC from businesses that get overhauled or liquidate. So, I get the PC on my desk and boot it up the first time and the hard drive starts to make noises like a baby-rattle. I power the box down and then discover something really interesting as I remove the drive. Written on the lid are the words: “Jill Evidence.” And though it is hard to read in this crappy image, a little yellow sticker reads: “The data on this device has been destroyed per DoD.”
Now, I’m not ignorant of the fact that the standard for data erasing is basically set by the Department of Defence. However, the chances that this drive holds some crazy space technology or war secrets have got to up there. {maybe like, 1 : 132,542,546,432} Just guessing. The drive is now a paper weight on my desk…