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Drama is a Drug

Whether you want to believe it or not, Drama is a drug. We see it all the time, people are addicted to drama. Do you know someone where every time you turn around he/she is in the middle of something dramatic? Whether they are the cause of something or just wrapped in as a third party. Could be small or big. They could be breaking the law or in the middle of gossip. But one thing is certain, they are addicted to drama. I can remember a time in my life where I was hooked on drama. I found myself searching for relationships with women that I knew were not right for me. I would pick a fight with someone sarcastically just to get a rise out of them. Shoot, I was so bad that I would literally make up stories just to have something crazy or dramatic to talk about. I was messed up. But why? Because I was addicted to drama and what it provided me; attention. I didn't care how I got it; I wanted people to pay attention to me. I couldn't stand not bein

Endure

The past 72 hours or so in my household have been quite hectic. Sunday started out with my wife waking up sick. She was still a trooper however and helped me out as much as she could. Between her naps she assisted in wrangling our two young ones. As the day progressed, I started not feeling well and got exhausted by the time the kids went to bed. Monday morning came and I woke up sick with the same thing my wife had. My wife, stressed, still recuperating, and tired, got the kids ready and off to daycare while I stayed home to rest. Just when I thought, “Okay, this is good. My wife can get things done at work like she needs to while I sleep and get better before the night,” my wife got a phone call. It appeared that my son had a fever and was coughing a lot. So, like the great mom she is, she picked him up and took him to the doctor. After two hours we found that nothing was wrong but perhaps teething and a slight cold. Nevertheless, he stayed home the rest of the day with us. Neit

Children: Our Own Little Mirror

As a parent, we all have those days. Those days where the screaming and crying and whining and just pure chaos of life with kids gets to you. You have stayed calm and collective, for as long as your emotions will allow you. You've kept a soothing voice as you continue to repeat, “No ma’am, we do not jump on your brother,” or “No ma’am, we do not hit” or fill in the blank. And for the most part they tend to listen for at least for a little while until they go right back to doing it again. The life of having a three-nager. But as I have said, you reach the point where you crack. This is when you start shouting at the top of your lungs at your child, telling them to stop and for them to listen to you. I have been at this breaking point plenty of times over the past few months as my daughter works through her independence and as most people put it; typical 2-3 year-old phase. I have defended myself in my anger saying that I don’t yell at them all the time and I only

Love God by Loving Others

I have realized lately how easy it is for me to get my ‘butt on my shoulders.’ The littlest things can irritate me anymore. Normally it deals with other people and their actions. For instance, if I see someone who is, in my mind, doing something I deem as inappropriate or for lack of a better term; stupid, then I tend to get pompous and preach on why they are wrong. Mind you, the person I am talking about is never around. To be honest, the only person who hears my unnecessary rants on the actions of others is either my wife or the pixeled image coming across my television screen. I find it so easy to point out the flaws in others and play a game of “if that were me I would have…” with myself. My wife, being the sane one in the family during these fits I throw, politely responds with a simple, “honey, perhaps you don’t know the full story” or something else that almost sounds as if she is defending the person I am chastising. Although she means well, si

A Man of Prayer

I want to be a man of prayer. Too many times have I heard the phrase, “I’ll be praying for you” or “I’ll make sure to keep you in my prayers.” Unfortunately, the phrase has been uttered from my mouth way too many times. The problem with the phrase is that it isn’t true in most cases. I may not end up praying for the person! I think this goes for a lot of people today. These phrases have been used in place of a simple, “I hope you feel better” or “I’m sorry to hear about that.” People now say they are going to pray for someone, but are they really doing it?! I have been convicted of this more times than not as of late. It is time to change this. Whether it be praying for the person right then and there or writing down the prayer request in a journal, I need to change this often empty promise. I can remember a time when I kept a small prayer journal with me at all times and I would write different requests in it as I would hea

God WILL Provide

I’m sitting here on a firm hospital couch staring over at my wife. She is passed out from the events that have taken place over the last 24 hours. She has been in excruciating pain due to fluid on her hip. Although the morphine has helped, it has left her with a migraine. I honestly can’t imagine how people cope with grave illnesses to loved ones. I can barely stand seeing Bri like this let alone having to fight cancer or some other extreme medical issue. Through tears and frustration, my wife has continued to stay strong. As a matter of fact, the only thing she has been concerned about is the medical bills that this hospital stay will cause on our finances. It amazes me that through the pain, this is her only worry. Although this is not my main concern, I would be lying if I said I didn't dwell on them too. Late last night prior to falling asleep by her side I was thinking through it all. As I lay there, I began to think of how much we had in the bank;