I'm Back

So I will write a proper blog soon (maybe tonight)

In the meantime, I will never watch this scene from Indiana Jones the same way. You see I feel this way every time I put the baby down in the middle of the night. The slightest movement, the misecule movement of my arm and EYES WIDE OPEN (or a hearty little scream). Then you have to hold him for another 10-20 minutes, hoping you didn't wake him up for one of those nightmare marathon rocking sessions. 

Does it make it more fun to put the baby down at night thinking I am on an exotic adventure at a dangerous locale?  

Not really, I am usually just worried, stressed and usually really, really tired. 

So, until later tonight or tomorrow or the next night, etc. I bid thee adieu. 

Oh yeah, our new little boy is awesome, in case no one was wondering as no one reads this! 

Walking into Faith

Why does it always seem to take a crisis to believe?

Why can't we just take the plunge before we find ourselves in a dire situation?

Pride? Stupidity?

Maybe we're just wired that way.

Like Indiana Jones I think you can't see the bridge until you actually walking on it. It's not a freaking Jedi mind trick, it's like asking a blind man to describe a sunset - we're incapable of seeing until we believe. If you think God is dead, then, he's dead.

As I struggle to believe-- I wonder why the things that always bring me back are the things I can't handle.

It's not that pushing the rock up the hill endlessly isn't impossible alone, Sisyphus did it, as did Camus. The point is, it doesn't have to be that way. So while I relax now, comfortable in my air conditioned house to doubt, over analyze and ponder -- I wait knowing that a storm is coming and I don't want to go through it alone.

Like all storms this means preparation is in order and that means I have work to do.