Raging against the Lord

Posted By on April 20, 2008

This should be quick. I read a chapter of Proverbs daily. I started this when my Sunday school class was reading a book about the wisdom of Soloman. For some reason this has been a daily reading I can keep up with. It’s not too deep, but pretty much every day I hit a thought or verse that sticks with me for the day. Well yesterday, one hit hard.

  • Prov 19:3 A man’s own folly ruins his life, yet his heart rages against the Lord

Have you ever raged against God.  Yes, I am sure that you asked, “Why?”  Perhaps even accused Him of wrong. But, have you ever RAGED.

I have.  I have stood on a mountain top and screamed at Him.   I have accused Him of atrocities.  I have blamed him for every problem in my life.  So this verse hit home.  “A MAN’s folly ruins his life.”

I think perhaps one symptom, or cause, is when we forget to count our blessings and count our problems instead.   I hope you don’t fall into this trap. I pray you remember your blessing and forget your problems.  But, if you don’t, I have good news.  God has broad shoulders and can take your little punches.  He will still love you and in fact will hunt you down and drag you home.

I know.  He did.

Recipe for a good day.

Posted By on March 27, 2008

me and mags on the audubon carousel

First you make a roux,

Then add

  • a large helping of warmish coolish spring weather day,
  • A little girl with a great smile
  • A classic city with an aquarium, a zoo, street cars and a ferry
  • A splash of baby brother and in-laws
  • A large dose of patience

Simmer for a twelve hour day while making a mad dash to finish them all and ride the train and carousel at the zoo.

Close with a good-nite kiss.

Doesn’t get much better.

Shawn

See here for picts

http://shawnliner.com/photos/crescent-city-chaos/

Cutest Kids EVER! (Mags and Mason with Easter Bunny)

Posted By on March 12, 2008

Yeah I may be a little biased, but these kids are really cute.

Lost, one complete smile.

Posted By on October 20, 2007

My first words this morning to someone else were, “Mom, I need you to take me to the hospital. I think I am having a stroke.” I had already looked in the mirror at  my crooked smile.  I had already tasted my coffee and tried to talk plainly and nothing was working right.

I then went and informed my wife of that situation and, having already taken a double dose of aspirin, we went to the emergency room.

I stopped to hug my wife and Maggie on the way out the door and I dare you to do it. No, not hug your wife and child, but do it like it might be the last time you are ever able to.  Think like that and try to be mad at her. I dare you! Stop what your doing and listen to the words of the “great” Garth Brooks.

If tomorrow never comes  Will she know how much I loved her (read the rest at lyrics.com)

Dear Marja, you are not perfect, but you are one of the best things that ever happened to me. I love you and I want you to be there beside me for the rest of my life. Please forgive me when  I am stupid. Please love me. Please be patient with me and strong enough to never leave me.   I saw today, in my morbid state of mind, that it was your face that made it ok while I was rolled off to the CaT scan.   You are what I waited for all those years.  The reason nothing else ever worked out.  I know this is cheesy and way too public for you, but I want all those friends of mine who might read this to remind me I said it some day when I am “being stupid”.

Sincerely

Shawn.

 

BTW: I didn’t have a stroke It ended up being

Bells palsy – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Now, I not totally happy that I can’t feel the left side of my face or  hold water in my mouth, or close my left eye without help, or feel my little girls kisses on that cheek.  But I am not slowly passing away…I haven’t left Marja, Mags and Mason here without me.  And I thank God in heaven for that and as my little girl says, “In Jesus name, Amen”

Dancin’ in Subway….

Posted By on August 5, 2007

Mason BirthIf your reading this, you probably know that I have a son as of two days ago and probably know that he is still in hospital care.

That is “Specialty Care”, but thankfully not “Intensive Care” anymore. It has been emotional and rough for a couple of days and we are hanging by a technicality that if he doesn’t come to our room before midnight tonight then we must leave while he stays. I don’t like this and my wife really *hates* it! So, what am I writing about. The stress? The prayer request? No… the praise.

My mom is keeping Mags, my 2yr old daughter, and she brought her to the hospital today. So me and Mags went for a walk, like we often do. We found some fun stuff and met some fun people in the waiting room. But then we walked over by the Subway here at the hospital. I was thirsty so I got a bottled water and got Mags some juice and raisins.

So we’re sitting there eating and drinking and a song comes over the speaker. Its by Phil Collins. I don’t know the title, but it starts, “How can I just let you walk away…..” I tell Mags that I like this song. She says, “Dance with me daddy.”
“But babie, we’re in the middle of the Subway.”
She looks around and points to the open area in the floor and says, “Dance…..Pretty please on top”
So, I relent. I stand up and put out my hand to lead her to the “dance floor” and we start to dance.

Now, I have “been strong” all day. I have decided to be the pillar of strength all day and kept a happy face. But for some silly reason my daughter breaks through all of that and here I am dancing and crying in the stupid Subway. And we’re twirling. She loves to twirl.

Then she sees my face and stops cold and says. “You hurt?”
“Yeah baby, It’s just baby-brother doesn’t feel well and it makes daddy said.”
“Your bo-bo hurts?” she replies with the saddest little expression.
“Well sort of. My bo-bo here.” I reply pointing to my heart.
She kisses my chest above my heart for some time before saying, “Amen.”

Why would a two year old say “amen” after a kiss? That’s silly!

Oh!

It was more than a kiss. It was prayer. A wish for daddy. It worked baby. Thank you. I am smiling now despite the fact that we most likely will have to go home without baby brother today.

I am blessed beyond measure and I keep focusing on the trivial. He will be ok. There is little doubt. It’s not a big deal that we have to come back tomorrow or the next to get him. He has all the fingers and toes and valves and ventricles and God Bless me he’s gorgeous!

Shut up and dance!
Praise God almighty!

AMEN!!!!!!!!

So full even popcorn smells bad.

Posted By on June 28, 2007

A book I read recently suggested reading a chapter of Proverbs everyday. (You see there are 31 chapters of proverbs and 31 days per month, mostly). After all it is the “wisdom of Solomon”

So last night was Proverbs 27. The verse that really stuck out was Prov 27:7

Prov 27:7 He who is full loathes honey, but to the hungry even what is bitter tastes sweet. (NIV)
The full soul loatheth a honeycomb; but to the hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet. (ASV)

Not sure why it hit me so hard, but it did. I thought about popcorn. (more…)

Morrow did you know!

Posted By on February 3, 2006

Morrow did you know!

So I heard a great song during Christmas time, “Mary did you know” It is sung as if to Mary, the earthly mother of Christ. In the song she is asked if she knew that her son would “heal the blind”, “Walk on water” and “get the lame to walk”. I really liked this song because it seems to me that sometimes we forget how “human” God was at that moment. I mean Mary obviously knew that her “Jesus” was different that others. She knew something was up. But could she actually have believed and known. ……. maybe.

But then!! (more…)

Minimum Wage and the Nanny State.

Posted By on October 20, 2005

So i heard this morning about ANOTHER push to raise minimum wage, and I thought to myself, “Why won’t they just let the wage be determined by what people will work for. I mean if a man is willing to pull weeds in the afternoon for $2/hr then let him. It’s his back and hands and if $2 is worth it to him then so be it. Why does the government feel the need to step in and protect the little man from himself.

But then….

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