He's in the business of GOOD!

As I tried to go to sleep last night I continued pondering Romans 8:28.  (Read Tell Me No Lies to see my previous ponderings.)  The scripture says that God works all things for good for those who love him.  Some versions say, "all things work together for good."  In my blog last night I likened it to fixing a messed up recipe, but it's not that God fixes the messes, instead He makes them good.  I thought about this and became grateful that God doesn't just fix stuff, but He decides to make it good, or make good of it.  To me fixing something is just putting it back together in it's original form.  But what if the original form was broken to begin with?  Then the fix won't hold.

Tell me no lies...

I've been wanting to write a New Year's blog, but not been successful in producing my thoughts about the coming year in a cohesive manner.  It's not that I didn't have anything to say, I actually started a page and a half, but it wasn't right.  It wasn't what I wanted to say.  While getting ready for bed last night I heard God say, "I am not a man that I should lie."  Of course I know God doesn't lie.  I know He doesn't say things he doesn't mean, but somehow this hit me in a new way.

I'm dreaming of Di'Carlo's pizza...

I'm sure everyone who lives away from the town they grew up in has places they must eat at when they visit home.  When I make it home to Wheeling, WV there are at least two must haves on my list - Di Carlo's Pizza and Coleman's Fish Sandwich.  Now to the non-native neither of these may seem all that interesting, nor look all that appetizing, but that's because you aren't from the Ohio Valley!  My Step Dad will eat Coleman's but will not even entertain eating Di Carlo's.  I think he considers it a disgrace to pizza world-wide that it would bare the sacred name.  He is also convinced that there is some sort of illegal substance in it that makes the masses crave it, especially with all you have to go through to get some.  Our Toy Poodle, Dexter, even turned his nose up to it, and he LOVED pizza!  That's okay... that meant more for me!

I Gotta' Feelin! Woo hoo!

September 21st Jermaine emailed me and asked me to go on a top secret mission for him.  See he was, well and still is, dating my roommate Rebecca.  The top secret mission was to find out Rebecca's ring size and what kind of engagement ring she wanted.  Being that I love them both, and I love them together I was more than willing to accept the mission.  It took me a few weeks to find the right time, but eventually, while Jermaine was in Scotland, I found an opportunity to work the critical questions into a conversation with Rebecca.  Ironically we had actually talked about rings before, but I could not for the life of me remember what size she was.

Friends Are Friends Forever

I've heard it a million times - Some people come into our lives for a reason, a season and others a lifetime.  Over almost 30 years of life I've seen a lot of people come and go.  Maybe even more so than the average person since the two places I've lived the longest are typically known for transition.  Six years in Columbus and then going on 11.5 here in Florida have been spent in places with Bible Colleges.  Typically Bible College students aren't supposed to stick around forever.  The intention is for them to come, be trained and then go out!  There are the select few of us that find ourselves becoming more permanent fixtures.  One would think living in this type of environment most of my life would leave me with lots of reasons and seasons, but few lifetimes.  I'm blessed to say that is not the case.