Future Hall of Famer.

I have to do everything alone. By myself. With no help from anyone. It may be something in my genetic code or the rugged individualism that is the fabric of our American culture. Or it'’s just pride. This idea that I am my own island.

I heard someone say this morning that he'’d wish that God would stop teaching him but just tell him. I agree. Though I'’m the guy who can be told to not touch the fire, read up on how fire can hurt, see a video of the ill effects of fire, but will not learn till I myself have been burned.

I say with my mouth that I trust God, that I need Him, but I seldom live it out. I'’m amazed how others, especially biblical figures could leave everything they had, not just material goods but their own mental reserve to follow. I always think of two people in scripture that amaze me because of their trust.

First is David. I don'’t understand how he went down to a battlefield where he had Goliath waiting for him, with only a slingshot and a few stones and some of the best trash talking history has ever heard. And David didn't just fling stones from afar but, as I Samuel 17:48 says David ran to meet the Philistine at the battle line and killed him with one shot. And David was just a boy.

The other man who'’s faith and trust amaze me is Peter. And for one act alone. He walked on water. Though he did end up neck deep a few seconds later, Peter is the only guy other than God to do this.

I wonder how many times I must be broken. Though I understand why. Because He wants me closer. And I want to be closer. Sometimes I forget that as many things in life, something must be broken, pruned, cut, carved, sanded, refined, etc, before it is made right.

By the way I'’m not complaining about this. I understand. Maybe God just likes to show me things when I'’m in the low places. The places where I finally let go of everything and into His hands.

There is this phrase in Russian that is loosely translated into English as, "When the strand is thin, it is easy to break."

So I bumped into a guy on the road last night. Scratch on his bumper. Convinced him to not go the insurance route. Paint job on the bumper is $300. I just paid him. -$220 in the hole.

Remember when I stopped complaining about stuff on this blog?

I miss those days.

I got a couple bills in the mail regarding my recent medical adventure.

Now this should be a lesson to all of you. Get health insurance. Because with my ER bill and the doctor bill , my total, for my cut hand, is $1615 .

So I'm back in the hole.

I'm not going to be able to pay this bill off anytime soon. But that's how life sometimes works out. You get the shaft once and awhile and you accept it.

On a lighter note, camping was fun this weekend. I hope Drew got the message that we left him.

The Cubs are really sucking right now. But this is not a new thing. Yet it is incredibly painful to watch them play.

Feliz Dia de Las Madres

It looks like I'm going to be a home body from now till September. The money is very tight right now and getting rid of my debt is going to be harder than I thought. And I still need to find some work for the summer. I'm pretty bummed about that.

Yep.