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Earliest Memory: A Father's Tale.

I once asked my dad about his earliest memory. I guess after 60 some years of living, those childhood memories begin to fade. He almost drew a blank. One he did remember was from his grade-school era... Maybe 4th grade? It was remembered due to high emotional content. Namely, the emotion of embarrassment. He was dressed up in a suit for a relatives wedding. He was at the church. Not his church. An unfamiliar one. Though young, my dad was a man... Still is. Though not as young these days. Time has a way of doing that.. But back then, even though of young age, he still followed true to the male stereotype. Evolutionary genetics I suppose... He didn't like to ask directions. Even when the directions needed were how to find the nearest bathroom. He was a resourceful lad, or so he thought. And, he was a lad who had to pee. That 10 year old brain started clickin' and clunkin' "It's sorta okay for men to pee outside..?" he thought. Well sort of. He found a nice spot

Why I blog.

Yesterday I re-read my first ever blog. Five long years ago when I penned it. (Typed it... do they even make pens anymore?) In that inaugural blog, I posed the question, "why blog?" At the time, it was open ended... unanswered. Now, five years later... it has been answered. 1 Thessalonians 2:7-8 "Just as a nursing mother cares for her children, so we cared for you. Because we loved you so much, we were delighted to share with you not only the gospel of God but our lives as well." I blog, in part... to allow others to see into my life. Because I proclaim that Jesus Christ is real, and that the Bible is God's word. I am staking my life on it. My life isn't easy... but God is good. I am confident that as I seek God through his son Jesus Christ, that I will find him! And the effects of God in my life will be seen, and God himself will be glorified. I blog, in part... for myself. So that I may remember what God has done in my own life. So the distractions of this

Money In Your Mouth

I remember when life seemed dark. The challenges of the "trial" were big and overshadowed all. I called out to God, but I could not see Him. Hope was no where. Pain everywhere. It's not like that anymore. I've been regular at seeking God through His Word, as he calls us to do. Since January I've been on a one year reading plan. It is slowly transforming me in this life. Things are brighter. There is a sense of our eternal purpose. When I look for God, I find him. The love between my wife and I is brighter. I've been delivered from sin. There is hope for the future. and I am closer to having contentment in my current situation. God is good. His word is good. Why did I take so long to become diligent in reading? Why friend, are you not reading His word daily? It will really transform your heart, mind, and life. Try it. David

Is anybody really out there?

Granted, I don't divulge every thought, dream, fear, heartache, joy, and revelation with you on here. I do, however put deeper material on my blog than I know about most people... people whom I "know". Who are these strangers who hit my blog from the Ukraine, Russia, Finland, Alaska, Canada, the UK, and India? I don't know you. Do you blog? Do you expose the inner workings of your soul onto the great world wide web? I'd like to know. Please do comment. Tell me where you are from. What you are about? What is your dream? What is your fear? In my daily life, I know many people. Many are fantastic! Yet as fantastic as they are to me... I don't really know them deeply. What would they blog about? I do know several people who keep blogs. They are nice, but its all external blogging. "Today, such and such happened." Fine and all.... But I want to SEE people! I want to know how you feel! What do you struggle with? What revelations have come to you? What has

I AM A SPY.

I am not a spy. My first week of medical school... a girl whom I had spoken maybe 5 words with turns to me as we walk to our "mod" and says, "So, I want to be a spy." "Odd," I think... "what should I say next?" I don't remember what I said next. Jenni Quay went on to be a good friend. Now, we are both spies... We aren't really spies. But sometimes I feel like I am. I have so many wonderful stories about patients I desire to tell... but there is this law, set of laws really. HIPPA. Basically, if I slip up and tell you what famous person I took care of... I can go to jail and pay $100,000 in fines. So, like a spy, I too have secrets that I cannot divulge... or i'd have to kill you. Oh, and I did actually take care of a famous person (well, famous in the 1980's). Basically, I can't share anything that might be considered patient identifying information. Please don't construe this next bit of information as patient identifying

Show and Tell

So, the coffee shop I go to, DoubleShot, has some unique qualities... community and humor. Within those confines, Brian the proprietor and master roaster, resurrected an activity once confined to the youth. Show and Tell... Or STSTST as he calls it (show and tell, second Tuesday at seven thirty). The first two months people had difficulty remembering. The third month however was a small success.  Five if us showed up with something to both show and tell.  The items included: a viewing of my retina with an ophthalmoscope, a family heirloom milk pitcher from the 17th century, a 1930's large format camera, old football jerseys and more! A good time was had by all and it proves... You're only as old as you... Show and tell? I think next month will be even better.  David

Conviction and challenge.

I remember reading the parable of the sower many times in the past. This time, it impacted me differently. I read it several days ago, and if you've been following along on my blog, you know that life is considerably difficult right now. So this time, as I read I felt convicted From the Book of Mark: The farmer sows the word. Some people are like seed along the path, where the word is sown. As soon as they hear it, Satan comes and takes away the word that was sown in them. Others, like seed sown on rocky places, hear the word and at once receive it with joy. But since they have no root, they last only a short time. When trouble or persecution comes because of the word, they quickly fall away. Still others, like seed sown among thorns, hear the word; but the worries of this life, the deceitfulness of wealth and the desires for other things come in and choke the word, making it unfruitful. Others, like seed sown on good soil, hear the word, accept it, and produce a crop—some thirty,