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the five dysfunctions of a team by patrick lencioni

great book! i’m the kind of reader that picks up a book, gets a little ways in and is super bored. in fact, if you pulled any given book off my bookshelf at home i can pretty much guarantee you’ll find it dog-eared at about 40-60 pages in. i kid you not. it is a horrible habit and one i wish i could break!

anyway, this book is not one of those. i seriously could not put it down. it’s a great book on leadership, that’s for sure. but it’s also a really good read. many, many people have read it… i’m a bit late to jump on the bandwagon, but i had to recommend it anyway. whether you work on teams at work or in ministry, it’s super practical and i highly reccomend it.


I received an email the other day asking me what hair products I use. It was such a sweet email from a kind woman at work I barely know telling me she thinks my hair is pretty and always looks nice. I’ve never received something like that before. I happily emailed her the requested information and thanked her immensely for the compliment.  To say I was flattered is an understatement!

You see, when I was younger my hair was the bane of my existence. And I am not exaggerating. I was made fun of from the time I was 10 years old to probably 15 for this hair of mine. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t try to tame this mane. All in all I think my hair has cost me more money than anything else in my life. And I promise it’s not because I am vain, I just wanted to look normal.

So you see the “irony” in someone telling me they think my hair is pretty? But I say “irony” in quotes like that because I was reminded of something by this silly little story. It’s just like our Father in Heaven to take that which is ugly to us and make it pretty to others (okay so the Scripture says take that which is intended for evil and use it for good, but give me a break here, you know what I’m getting at).

If you had told me when I was 13 years old and getting called horrific names that sent me home crying on a pretty consistent basis that one day someone would like my hair I would have stared at you in disbelief. But that really is what our God does isn’t it? He takes things that we think are impossible and He makes them possible. He makes beauty out of ashes.  He takes the foolish things of this world to confound the wise.

Who knew hair could spark such appreciation for my Savior :-)

not the best substitute for 1/2 and 1/2 but sometimes you just gotta make due.

my snack before my run tonight… ;-)

Yep, that’s me these days. Totally and completely distracted. I feel like my brain is on overdrive. I go to bed with it reeling, which then takes me a while to fall asleep and I wake up with it reeling. I wish I could somehow grab whatever I think about when I’m asleep because I’m pretty sure I’m still thinking. And thinking A LOT even when my eyes are closed.

In my morning prayers I’m distracted. Everyday this past week I’ve prayed, Lord, help me to focus on you. If you read this blog, you’ve noticed I haven’t been even remotely consistent in posting… again, distracted. Too much on my plate.

Well, not really actually. I’m just not giving it back to God. I’m keeping what’s on my plate on my plate. I’m not allowing God to put it on His plate per say. (Hope that makes sense).

Like right now I’m supposed to be doing a thematic study on the book of James for class. And I am working on it, but here I am typing this entry right now. Study break? Maybe. Manifestation of a distraction? Most likely.

If my brain isn’t thinking about work, it’s thinking about my relationship. If it’s not thinking about my relationship, it’s thinking about school. If it’s not thinking about school, it’s thinking about my friendships. If it’s not thinking about my friendships it’s thinking about my finances. If it’s not thinking about finances, it’s thinking about my future. If it’s not thinking about my future, it’s thinking about work… and there goes the cycle.

And yet, in the midst of it all, I can feel God’s presence and the joy that comes only from Him. I am grateful for His presence.

Help me Lord to be still and know that you are God (Psalm 46:10).

I realized I never posted on what I landed on for the new journal. Turns out old habits die hard… yep, went back to the good old black cover, ruled pages with a pocket in the back faithful journal. I really debated and even bought a different one. I HATED it. So much so it was keeping me from journaling… which is never good for this though-filled head that needs to get things on paper to be a productive member of society and pleasant minister in the Kingdom :-)

Sometimes though, it’s better not to fix it if ain’t broke.

PS. The few pages I did write in the temporary journal were cut out and have found their home in the nice little pocket in the back of the faithful black journal.

i think God might be telling me something. i read tons of random blogs throughout the day as they pop-up in my inbox via google alerts. i typically just skim them to see if the mention of my home of employment is good, bad, etc. i had to pull this paragraph out from one of the posts and share it because i think God’s trying to tell me something:

I don’t know what my deal is, Adam. Like I said, nothing is wrong. But it’s not all right, either. Here I am, X marks the spot–the [insert christian school], the very bastion of Truth and pillar of Christian conservatism. Quietly, I doubt very much whether Christ would like the kingdom we’re building for him–I have no existential awareness of God. I cannot trace his hand. I have not experienced the power of the Spirit of God in my life to bring about change. Mostly its just been me, sitting knee to knee with a bunch of repeat-offenders in the accountability-group circle. We are very pious sinners around here, and we have the good-fortune of being mostly reformed, so we know how to outdo each other in admitting what sorts of dirty-rotten-scoundrels we are. I don’t want honesty to be the only virtue I possess; I want to change.

i want to change. i’ve actually been asking myself lately, what good is posting how i feel on this blog if there is no change behind it? it’s kinda the equivalent of cyber vomit… eww. got a lot to process with the Lord, or maybe i need to stop processing, complaining, explaining how i feel, etc. and just let Him speak ;-)

So today I seemed to have walked into Crazy Town. I’m not sure how I got here, but it’s probably a good thing I’m having this visit as it’s given the hamster that spins the narcissistic wheel in my head a break for awhile―he needed the rest desperately.

While the hamster’s resting and I take in the sites of Crazy Town, I’m trying to find a way to articulate the beautiful madness of the day. I say beautiful because amidst the crazies He’s still there, creating divine encounters with bookstore employees, imparting His gift of laughter and humor through elusive voicemails, as well as bringing some mighty men and women together for some incredible Kingdom-building work.

Totally random, but Crazy Town makes me laugh and appreciate my Creator.

Well it has been a while since I last blogged, my apologies for to all three of my readers :) Life is good these days and I praise God for a house that is flood free with new carpet and freshly painted walls. I don’t know how many of you read my old blog from last year, but there was a post on that blog about all the things I still needed to fix around my house. Well, I never thought I would say this, but to a degree, praise the Lord for the flood as I got so much done around the house because of it…

Here are the pics of the things I finally got done – it only took a little over two years and two floods, but hey, it’s done!  

The glass dome on the light fixture: 

house-0011Fixtures (towel rack, shelf and tiolet paper holder) in the upstairs bathroom (I did that all by myself, that is HUGE for me):


house-006Dimmers installed for the canister lights in the living room and the kitchen table fixture (no picture).

Black and whites are in all the frames (some courtesy of my roommate as well):

house-0021TV stand (although that came after the first break-in last summer):

house-003Bookcases (one upstairs and one downstairs):


house-007Walls painted in the downstairs hallway and my roommate’s bedroom: 


house-010Things you won’t see:

Christmas decorations and bikes moved into the storage closet and out of the condo

Pretty cool how so much can get done when you are tired of the mess! Although I’m pretty embarrassed that it too over two years for most of this to get done… hmm… you think I need a little fire under my bum at times or what? Yet another example of how what the enemy intends for evil (aka. Floods, break-ins, stolen car parts, etc.) the Lord will use for good, like finishing years-long to-do lists! (Okay, maybe that is over-spiritualizing this whole thing…)

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