i have been taken to longer posts recently, but i do not have time for that right now. despite that lack of time, i am sincerely trying to exert more discipline within my literary (not to mention spiritual) life. discipline; that one word conjures up an immense amount of emotions in myself. i wrote a few pages the other day on my lack of it and need for it. growing up, disciplined is probably one of the words most would have used to describe me. i did all sorts of activities, did my homework, brought home great grades, went to school every day, did my chores, didn’t talk back; i was a disciplined child in the sense that my parents would correct me when i was wrong and i would behave in an orderly and predictable manner. but that was the discipline of my parents placed upon me during my tenure in their home; that was not me. when i went off to college some of their discipline went with me, though it did not take long for me to deteriorate into my natural, lazy, un0disciplined state. to make a long story short, over the past 5 years i have been on a slow, arduous journey of remembering the forgotten lessons of my youth, the lessons of discipline and diligence. discipline is a dispense-less resource for an adult to have, especially one who prides himself on intellect and reasoning. so bear with me as i continue to seek a disciplined path for myself; one of daily devotions and reflections, constant prayer and study, marked with stewardship and love. i need to be ready to receive the blessing of the Lord, and i will get back to the state of readiness, a state i was in when He graciously introduced me to my wife (tomorrow is our 11 year dating anniversary!!!), and i state i need to be in if He is to use me for that which He made me.
life happens, and i get side tracked. the rest of the stories from 10 tales of K will be posted in the future; but i’m on my wife’s netbook right now so i don’t have them easily accessible (yeah, they’re in google docs but that’s too tough). instead, i’m going to use the next few minutes to schedule some of the things i’ve been writing in my new travel journal that i call Uncle Sonny’s Bank Book (it’s actually the old wells fargo ledger from my uncle that passed away from lung cancer earlier this year, i carry it in my shirt pocket and write what comes to mind). please enjoy these samples of my thoughts and feel free to comment. as always, selah!