My Triumphal Return to Fantasy Football

When we moved to Arkansas, I was busy. Working two jobs, trying to launch a church, trying to be decent dad and an adequate husband. I knew something had to give. I couldn’t do it all. So I gave up fantasy football. Leagues that I had been in for years died. And my Sunday afternoons were profoundly changed.

In a return to normalcy, this year, I decided to make my triumphal return to fantasy football. We set up a league with friends from church and work. Calvin and I managed a team together so he could learn the ropes and be ready to have his own team next season.

We rode the Peytons, Manning and Hillis, all the way to the Championship Game. Where they let us down. Last night, we lost the championship by 8 points.

So much for my triumphal return to fantasy football.


Clumsy During a Growth Spurt

We’ve always been able to tell when Mattie is about to grow. Her sweet little cheeks get all chubby. And she gets clumsy. She walks into things, falls down for no reason, gets hurt in unusual ways. It’s like her body can’t keep up with itself, like she’s trying to adjust to her new size. It’s been this way since she was a toddler, and we still see it now that she’s on the brink of being a “double digitter,” as she calls it.

What is true physically for her is true spiritually for me. When God is up to something in my life, when I am on the brink of big changes, I tend to get a little clumsy. I’m not as careful as I should be with my words. I am even more easily annoyed. I don’t think well of people as I should. Normally, I end up tripping into the people closest to me – Vanessa and the kids. Sometimes I even stumble into a friend.

Being clumsy sucks. But it also gives me hope that maybe I’m growing.


Our Prayer for Today

“Lord Jesus Christ, by your patience in suffering you hallowed earthly pain and gave us the example of obedience to your Father’s will: Be near me in my time of weakness and pain; sustain me by your grace, that my strength and courage may not fail; heal me according to your will; and help me always to believe that what happens to me here is of little account if you hold me in eternal life, my Lord and my God.”

From the Book of Common Prayer


Shamrock Shakes

I love the annual McDonald’s tradition of Shamrock Shakes. There is nothing better to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day than a cup of cold and green minty goodness. After the kids’ GT program, which happened to be on St. Patrick’s Day and Mattie had done a special project on Ireland, I had hoped to take the family to Micky D’s and introduce the kids to Shamrock Shakes.

Only … they must be a northern thing. I told some people at work about my plan, and they had never heard of Shamrock Shakes. I called 5 McDonald’s in Northwest Arkansas (I didn’t yet know about this site). No one had them. I was sure I had seen them this year … but as it turns out, that must have been when I was in PA early in the month.

What a shame. I was so disappointed. We ended up going to Sonic instead and eating normal ice cream. It wasn’t nearly as fun as it could have been.

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