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Today is a processing day.
After spending last week with 40 plus CrossPointers at the C3 conference in Dallas, TX, I have a lot to ponder. I usually love these days.
Coming back from a conference has always meant rest, rejuvenation and a boatload of new ideas.
Not this year.
It felt like every speaker was giving me a booty kickin’.
I left every session feeling like I just got sucker punched by the Holy Spirit. Don’t get me wrong it was awesome; painful, but awesome.
A very public valentine for my wife. Because I want her to know, that you all know, what I know…
I love you my Kathy.
There is a reason that wife rhymes with life
God’s design from the beginning
That the two become one
Never undone
Best prize to be won
A life well lived, shared together
The reason that life rhymes with wife
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Many a role she has played, over the years to this day
A partner without equal
A mother, yes
A friend, the best
A lover, caressed
A sister in the faith
One who covers me when I stray, never fails to pray
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Taking a journey or a stand, through the years hand in hand
She’s a companion much undeserved
In marriage, my bride
Over children, we’ve cried
Through my fears, a guide
A single day without, I cannot imagine
This life I could not withstand without her in that wedding band
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On this day we are not done, many miles yet to run
The only race I never want to end
Promised love, I do
To our home, I’m true
My only love, is you
Words cannot express my heart
Regrets there are none, knowing our time has just begun
I have unleashed a veritable firestorm of controversy!
Too bad I wasn’t trying to… oops.
I’ve been reading a secular leadership book by Simon Sinek called “Start With Why.” Not a book I chose… just one I was assigned as preparation for a committee I am serving on, but it’s been a pretty good read.
Anyway, there was an interesting illustration in the book that I pulled a quote from and posted on Facebook, my first mistake.
After several comments to the post, twitter replies, text messages and a few stink eyes from some soccer moms, I realized I may have touched a nerve.
I am pretty perceptive that way. I pick up on those subtleties. It’s a gift.
On top of it all, I got defriended… actually, that word is so stupid I can’t even be mad about that one. It’s kind of like the many times I got undated in high school (sigh).