In general, I love old people. I always have. I enjoy hearing about their lives and what it was like to live in the '20's and 30's. The things they did for fun when they were kids or where they got sent to during WW2. They are a part of history, and since they lived it and survived it then they know it better than anyone else. The way they talk, the things they say, the love they have to show. Old People are cool.
Sometimes Old People bug me. They drive so slow. They are so set in their ways and they really do think that their opinion is right. They complain a lot, about things that really don't matter.
I turned 30 today. I feel old. I went water skiing yesterday at the lake. For those of you that care, the boat is running really good right now. Tomorrow it might run different. Anyway, I went skiing, and as my dad was pulling me I had a bad crash. I crash a lot, mainly because I try to do more than I am able to. I was leaning really hard and the lip of my ski got caught on the water. I knew the crash was coming, so I tried to roll to my back to make the landing as comfortable as possible. I missed my back and instead landed full force on my left rib cage. It felt like I got hit with a bat in the ribs. Why did I tell you all of that. Because today it hurts worse. At 25 I would have been skiing again today. I'm 30 now. I can't even hold Blake on my left side. My recovery is much slower than it used to be. I'm getting old.
I got baptized 15 years ago today. Typical CoC boy that I was, I needed to wait until Sunday morning to receive the full measure of my baptism. It was also nice that my birthday fell on that Sunday. My dad baptized me at the 7th and Orange church in Escondido where I was raised. What have I done for God in the last 15 years? There is scary question to ask yourself. What kind of worker am I in the Kingdom? Just taking a quick glance, I should have been fired along time ago. Maybe I will take a deeper look later....maybe not.....I really should.
My parents are here for a family reunion in Dallas. My dad was 30 when I was born, and his dad was 30 when he was born. Papa died last fall. My dad and I were talking about how quickly the last 30 years has gone for him. He told me to "hang on, because in no time at all you'll be in my shoes and I'll be in Papa's." My dad says stuff like that, don't get too worried.
Life is flying by so much faster than I ever thought it would. Blake is almost 2 (August 22) and Anna Jo is 8 weeks old today. Caleb Martin is the only boy left at Bubba and Robynn's house. I remember when Robynn brought Caleb to church as an infant. Shar and I have been married 8 years this July. We dated for 3 years before getting married - that is 11 years as a couple. Why she still likes me I have no clue.
Me turning 30 will not change the world. Alexander the Great was working on conquering the world at my age. I'm not going that direction. I do wish to make the most of my life and make the next 30 years more than these last 30 years. When I'm 60 I wonder if I will be able to look back at life and see clearly how God has used me. I want the next 30 years to belong more to God than the last 30 have. I want to be better than I have been in so many ways. I want to be a Godly father who teaches his children to love the one true God. I want to be a Godly husband, who looks for ways to please and serve his wife. (I don't do a very good job of that right now so the only place to go is up.) I want to not worry about things that don't really matter and instead focus on what God desires. I want so much more out of the next 30 years. Will I get it? Will I work toward the things I have mentioned? Will I still be blogging in 30 years? Will you still be reading?
Look out world, or really just Bell County. I'm 30 now! I'm going drive slow, complain about stupid stuff, and hopefully be better than I have been so far.