Customer Service--100 Words

Customer Service. Those words once meant something. In the “olden days” of the 1940s and 50s, attendants filled your car with gas and cleaned the windshield. Milkmen delivered to your front door. Car hops brought food to your car. Boys brought groceries to your house. Times have changed. Now, you bag your own groceries. You hope your fast food order is correct when you drive off. Pizza comes to your house, but not groceries. Customer service has become extinct. Like dinosaurs. Like Studabakers. Like car hops. Sad. Really. I’d pay for good service. And, the older I get, I do!

A Month of Thanksgiving--100 Words (Projects)

I’m thankful for projects. Lists. To do lists.

When we bought our house 1 ½ years ago, there were few problems with the house.

However, I took the inspection room and made a list of everything the inspector said needed a little “work.”

I prioritized the list and started tackling projects.

No urgency about it at all.

Just made a list, then worked the list.

My mind easily wraps around lists and projects.

They give me a target to aim for. And, to accomplish.

I need targets. Without them, I get lost.

Pardon me. I’ve got more items to accomplish.

A Month of Thanksgiving--100 Words (Uncertainty)

I’m thankful for uncertain things.

Probably sounds weird to some.

However, I’m not a big fan of “sameness.”

No, I’m not ADD or ADHD or any of the other AD words.

Yet, I find that I get bored with doing the same thing every day.

I guess that’s why I don’t work on an assembly line in a factory. Or, do any number of jobs that involve the same tasks each day.

I think I’ll literally die from the sameness.

Nothing wrong with those jobs. They just aren’t for me.

So, I’ll stick with the unknown.

Long live the uncertain.

A Month of Thanksgiving--100 Words (Sight)

I’m thankful for sight!

Seeing a new day.

Seeing the full moon. Half moon. Quarter moon. It doesn’t matter.

Seeing leaves turn orange, yellow, red. Watching as they fall to the ground.

Watching a rose bush begin to bud and bloom.

I love seeing a dog wag its tail. Or roll on its belly for a good rubbing.

I love seeing an open hand being offered to a person in need.

I love seeing the smile on my son’s face when I get him out of bed or when I kiss him goodnight.

I love seeing my wife smile. Anytime.

A Month of Thanksgiving--100 Words (Memories)

I’m thankful for memories.

I’m thankful for the childhood memory of building forts in the woods and playing army.

I’m thankful for the teenage memory of having a paper route at 4:00 AM, delivering the Montgomery Advertiser in the rain, sleet, snow, but mostly the darkness.

I’m thankful for the memory of pastoring in Alabama, Mississippi, and Virginia. Oh the stories I could tell about those days and the people I’ve meet over the years.

I’m thankful for a job where I can continue serving the Lord.

I’m thankful for friends who read my blog.

And, I’m thankful for you!

A Month of Thanksgiving--100 Words (Time Change)

Time change.

We’ve been in this “new time” for a week.

Funny how we complain about “losing” or “gaining” an hour. Unless you live in a few places, where they don’t participate in the time change, you’ve been adjusting your body to the new time.

I’m thankful for the time change.

Around our house, the day starts at oh-dark-thirty. Well, actually, 5:15 AM. Too often, we leave home before daylight.

Then, coming home, the sun is glaring in my eyes.

Now, we head out in the light! And, come home with the sun setting.

I’m thankful for the time change.

A Month of Thanksgiving--100 Words (Freedom)

I’m thankful for freedom.

The freedom I enjoy was given to me.

I’ve done nothing to deserve it or receive it.

Men and women, in uniform, have paid the price for my freedom.

Others died. Sacrificed. Given so much.

All so our nation could be free.

So that people could occupy Wall Street. March on the White House. Vote. Or, stay home on election day.

Strange how freedom works like that, isn’t it?

In the United States we aren’t required to do much.

We are free to choose.

We are also free to give so that others may be free.

A Month of Thanksgiving--100 Words (Health)

Today, I’m thankful for health.

After a few days watching my son suffer through a stomach
virus, I’m thankful that his health is returning to him.

We are so blessed that Evan is healthy.

At the doctor’s office yesterday, the nurse went down the
list: allergies, long-term health issues, any reoccurring problems. Thankfully,
the answers were no, no, and no.

This week reminded me again that watching my child suffer is
the worse experience possible.

At any step, I’d take Evan’s sickness upon myself.

I’d spare him of any pain.

Unfortunately, I can’t.

I’ll just love him through whatever comes.

A Month of Thanksgiving--100 Words (Veterans)

I’m thankful for veterans.

Women and men who served our country.

Protecting freedoms.

Guarding our shores.

Following the orders of the Commander-in-Chief.

They seldom questioned orders. They simply did as they were
told. Boldly. Bravely. Unapologetically.

I grew up in an era where serving in the military wasn’t popular. Wars had taken a toll on the American public. Those wars caused Americans to
even turn against our soldiers. Jeering them instead of cheering.

Those soldiers came home from war, not as heroes, but as villains.

May that never be the case again!

May we honor all who serve our nation.

A Month of Thanksgiving--100 Words (Priorities)

Today, I’m thankful for priorities.

Confession time. I haven’t always been good at setting priorities. Many times over the years, I’ve put less important things first.

You know. Things like work.

Friends.

Church.

I put demands ahead of importance.

Honestly, I still struggle with knowing what’s most important. But, I’m better at it.

It’s amazing how many people don’t want you to put the right things first. Those people pull at you to choose what’s important to them. They want their priority to be yours.

Well friends. Set your own priorities.

Then, know I’ll be doing the same for myself.

A Month of Thanksgiving--100 Words (George Hinson)

Today, I’m thankful for George Hinson.

Do you know George?

Probably not. After all, he died in 2007. At the age of 104.

But, I promise you, you know something George did.

George Hinson invented the twist tie. At the age of 20.

You know that little tie that is used to close your bread to keep the air out?

Yes, that little tie.

George Hinson isn’t a household name. I get that.

But, his invention is in probably every home in America!

I’m thankful for inventors! For those men and women who use their skills to improve our life.

A Month of Thanksgiving--100 Words (Tuesday)

Tuesday.

I’m thankful today is Tuesday.

Yesterday was catch up day from the weekend: emails, phone calls, mail.

Oh, and there were the meetings.

Today, only 1 ½ hours of meetings. The remainder of the day I get to focus on manuscripts.

I get to read today.

I realize for most people reading doesn’t sound like work.

If you are reading for pleasure, it isn’t. However, as an editor, my reading is for work. It is detailed work.

Spelling. Grammar. Context. Theology.

Can’t miss a thing.

While challenging, work reading is good. And important.

Hello Tuesday! I’m thankful you’re here!

A Month of Thanksgiving--100 Words (Mondays)

Mondays.

For some people, it seems wrong to be thankful for Mondays.

Almost stupid.

But, today, I’m thankful for Mondays.

I did say today.

I don’t know I can always say that I’m thankful for Mondays.

After the weekend with family. Doing what I want to do. Enjoying some down time. Experiencing only the stress that comes from being a husband and dad.

But, today, I’m thankful for the start of a new week.

A new week of opportunities. A new week of meeting new people. A week of experiencing new things.

Newness. That’s why I am thankful for Mondays.

A Month of Thanksgiving--100 Words (Weekends)

Today, I’m thankful for weekends.

I wouldn’t go as far as saying that I work for weekends.

But, that wouldn’t be far from the truth.

For years, weekends were just another part of the week. I found myself working Saturdays and Sundays.

Seven working days a week make for long weeks.

I learned (the hard way) that plan really isn’t a good one. No matter who you are. Or, how important the work you are doing.

We need a little down time.

God knew that from the beginning. That’s why He instructed us to rest.

I’ll honor His instructions today!

A Month of Thanksgiving--100 Words (No Dreams)

Today, I’m thankful for not having dreams.

Yes, I worded that correctly. No dreams.

Over the last few weeks, due to a case of poison oak and then “almost” having strep, I’ve been on a couple new medicines.

Apparently, I don’t handle new medicines well. Not in the least.

Especially at night.

When I should be sleeping.

You know that time of replenishing your body, relaxing, rest.

Yes, those times. The rest that has alluded me for nearly a month now.

All due to dreams. Vivid ones. Frightening ones. Never-ending dreams.

The meds are finished.

So maybe are the dreams.

A Month of Thanksgiving--100 Words (Humor)

I’m thankful for humor.

Good humor. Bad humor. Any humor.

Humor makes the day more enjoyable.

It seems some people have lost the ability to have a sense of humor. They rarely laugh. They rarely are in a good mood.

And, often, they resent anyone else having a sense of humor.

I figure that if having a sense of humor was important to Jesus, it should be important to me.

It was Jesus who talked about a log in your eye compared to the speck of sawdust in another’s eye.

I know Jesus laughed.

I want to laugh more too.

Month of Thanksgiving--100 Words (Mrs. Askew)

Typing.

As an editor, I spend more time each day sitting at my computer than I anywhere else (attending meetings would be a close second).

I type and read for a living.

Sounds romantic. Reading for a living. Until you see how much.

The same with typing.

Typing isn’t rocket science. I rarely break a sweat doing it. Truth be told, I don’t even think about the keys I’m hitting. It just comes naturally at this point.

Today, I’m thankful for Mrs. Askew, my high school typing teacher.

At times, she drove me nuts!

But, she knew how to motivate!

A Month of Thanksgiving--100 Words (Leaves)

Leaves.

As November begins and attention turns toward thanksgiving and being thankful, I want to share with you a few things for which I am most thankful.

As I drove into work this morning I couldn’t help but notice the beautiful red, yellow, and orange colored leaves dotting the hillside and yards.

I love this time of year! I love the changing seasons and cooler weather.

I love the changing and falling leaves.

I love Fall, I guess my favorite season next to Spring.

So, bring on the leaves. I’ll gladly mulch, mow, and even rake.

I’m thankful for leaves.

Pressure Washer--100 Words

Pressure washer.

I need to pressure wash my driveway, patio, and vinyl siding on our home.

Do you know about pressure washers?

A pressure washer is a mechanical sprayer that, depending on nozzle size, can be used as a low volume high-pressure water cleaner or a high volume low-pressure cleaner.

A pressure washer cleans what an ordinary water hose can’t.

And, from experience, it’ll even knock the skin off a finger. Or two.

There are days that I head home feeling as if I’ve been hit once or twice by a pressure washer.

Clean? Yes. However, the skin is gone.

Civil War--100 Words

In the 1860s, our nation suffered a civil war. Ironic name, don’t you think? Not much civil about southerners and northerners killing each other. Cousins fighting cousins. Brothers on opposite sides of the war.

Come to think of it, are wars ever civil? No.

Yet, citizens in our nation took up weapons and killed other citizens.

Could we get to that point again?

I think as I drive. The other day I noticed the people around me. Could one of them kill me? Could I kill them? All because we disagreed?

Don’t say it couldn’t happen here. It did once.

Snuggle Time--100 Words

Morning comes early at our house.

5:15 AM.

At 5:30 AM, I wake Evan, if he’s not already awake.

He’s so snuggly in the mornings.

When I come to his bedside, he grabs his favorite blanket and falls into my arms.

Feeling his head nestle against my shoulder is one of the greatest feelings in the world.

He’s normally happy in the morning, smiling and talking. Oh, the talking.

I know, soon enough, he’ll want to sleep until noon. He won’t talk. And certainly won’t nestle his head against my shoulder.

I’ll enjoy it for as long as I can.

Death's Timing--100 Words

Death’s timing.

Is it ever good?

An infant dies in her sleep.

A teenager drowns while at the beach with friends.

A young adult develops breast cancer and the battle is lost quickly.

A man retires. Within the year, he dies from suicide.

A 95-year-old has a side effect to a new prescription, poisoning the blood. She dies in the hospital.

Reports of those deaths are written about every day in our world.

The newspaper is filled with obituaries.

Unless it is someone close to us we seldom pay attention.

Death’s timing may not be good. But, it is certain.

Finding Happiness--100 Words

Where do you find happiness? Real happiness?

When I was young, I found happiness in my career. I found satisfaction in what I was doing, what I felt called to do.

At times, I thought happiness came from what I owned. Or drove. Or wore. Or who I knew.

There have been times that seeing my name in lights brought happiness.

But now, I realize how finite those things are. They quickly pass. Like the morning fog or dew. Or, life itself.

Happiness is found in who I am in God. Happiness isn’t things. It’s loving God. And, loving myself.

Value--100 Words

Maybe it comes with age.

Maybe it comes with experience.

Or, a combination of both.

At some point, you must stop caring as much what others think.

As a child/teenager, I struggled with self esteem. I never saw much value in myself.

If I’m going to be totally honest, I still struggle with that.

There’s a part of me that wants to please others. To put their opinion of me ahead of the opinion I have of myself.

I have to overcome that!

I must stop sacrificing the person I am only to be what others expect me to be.

Joy Comes in the Morning--100 Words

Joy comes in the morning.

Don’t believe me?

It’s right there in the Bible: “For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favor is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning” (Psalm 30:5 KJV).

Has to be true, right? It’s in the Bible! In the king’s own English!

The Gaithers sing about it. Choirs across America sing about it. Even Jimmy Swaggart sings about it.

It must be true!

Unless you aren’t joyful. Then, you find yourself asking, “Which morning?”

Hold on. Today may be anything but joyful!

God. Return our joy. Please!

Uncertainty--100 Words

Do you struggle with uncertainty?

Uncertainty about your health?

About your job?

In your marriage?

With raising your children?

We all do.

Uncertainty is like a roller coaster or waves at the beach.

Life is going fine. Calm. Still. Nothing on the horizon to freak me out.

Then, almost out of nowhere, life’s roller coaster drops 100 feet, banks hard left, and then right. I feel unprepared.

Or, the waves crashing over my head, nearly drowning me.

The key to overcoming uncertainty isn’t found in the sudden drop or crashing wave. It’s preparing ahead of time that makes the difference.

Commodity--100 Words

I grew up in a lower middle class family. What we were, and I didn’t know it, was poor. We raised our own vegetables. We canned tomatoes, green beans, fig preserves, and pickles. We froze everything else.

My dad had a side job of cutting meat for farmers. Instead of getting paid in cash, they gave him cuts of meat.

We were poor, but not poor enough to receive commodities. You remember those? Peanut butter? Cheese? All of which came from the USDA.

But, on rare occasions, someone would give my parents commodity cheese. We ate good on those nights!

Terrible--100 Words

Terrible.

That word is used too much in the English language.

A terrible human being. A terrible father. A terrible husband. A terrible employee. A terrible friend. A terrible driver.

On and on that list often goes.

Do you ever get to the point where you just raise your hands toward the heavens and scream at the top of your lungs, “Am I ever not terrible?”

Sticks and stones may break our bones, but words do internal damage! Words leave permanent scars. Far deeper ones than physical wounds.

Can’t resist pointing out someone else’s terribleness?

Look first in your mirror.

To--100 Words

To.

Simple word.

But, filled with so much meaning and interpretation.

As young children, we often received a “talking to” from parents, peers, teachers, even church leaders.

As teenagers, we were “talked down to” by bullies. Or peers.

As adults, we are sent “to” HR for a reprimand. We are “talked to” as if we are 12-years-old.

I’m not a huge Rihanna but she does have a song lyric that I like: “Don’t talk to me like I’m stupid.”

I’m a person. Treat me with respect.

I’m a man. Treat me as such.

Either that or just leave me alone.

9/11--100 Words

9/11.

Where were you that September morn?

I was pastoring in Alabama. I was also a volunteer fireman.

Within 30 minutes of the planes hitting the towers, our fire department was activated. Even though we were nearly 1,000 miles away.

Not for service in New York or DC or even in a Pennsylvania field.

We were activated to serve our community. All flights had been grounded. One plane was unaccounted for. They feared it might be highjacked.

We were to be ready for a crash.

I’ll never forget that day.

In so many ways, it changed my life and future.