Good morning,
I pray the day finds you well.
Yesterday was a great day.
Laurie and I went floating the river with the family, well, the family minus David and Courtney, they couldn't make it; for that matter, neither could Nick. Well, if I am to go down this road, Kim couldn't make it either (he was in Canada fishing). Katie was also not here; she was still in Spearfish, South Dakota.
Mary wasn't here;
- She doesn't like to float
- She lives in Wyoming, which is an inhibitor to floating a river in Western Washington.
Jed and his family were busy in Omaha, Nebraska.
Hannah, my Turkey hunting partner, and her hubby were in Sioux Falls, South Dakota.
And finally, my dad, who doesn't leave his room in Rapid City, is 89 after all, and farts a lot when he walks.
Something for me to look forward to, evidently, Genetics being what they are.
But the rest of us had a great time.
It was a lazy float.
Our rivers out here are vastly different from those in Minnesota or Kansas, for that matter.
Minnesota rivers have a silt bottom; the rivers out here are filled with rocks.
The rivers in Kansas don't have water, a real bummer when you want to float a river.
Let me be perfectly clear, NO!
For those of you who don't understand that last line, it's ok. The people who do are now laughing their a__es off.
It is an email I wrote to a very passive-aggressive response from a staff member.
I do want to be perfectly clear. Being a throwaway boy does not extend to my children.
They would not let me even walk on the rocky bottom of the river out of fear that I would hurt my artificial ankle.
I forgot my hat, so Brandon gave me his, so my face cancer wouldn't get worse.
I know my kids love me, not just the thought of me, but me.
The grandkids took good care of Laurie and me.
I have a really cool family.
I'm not exactly sure how I managed to have such a cool family, considering all the trauma, moles, warts, and other imperfections I have, but I'll take the fact that I have a really cool family.
I am still horrified by my throwaway life.
As I work through my trauma, I am getting better at the thought of being alone, living alone, and being ok with it.
Just because I'm getting better at the thought of being ok with living alone, does not mean I am heading in that direction, nor do I relish it. Besides, relish belongs on a hot dog, not part being alone, just sayin.
It means that I can share my thoughts, wishes, and desires with those who I once thought would leave me if I did.
I was sitting in my backyard by the river with Daryll. If you don't know who Daryll is, you'll just have to sort through all my breads until you find out who Daryll is.
I was telling him about my throwaway boy living a throwaway life, and he made the observation, "It is amazing how many people you have helped over the years, all the while feeling this way. It is astonishing how God uses the most broken to help others."
Daryll was right, I am nothing more than a cracked pot. God uses me daily to help others. It's not from all my schooling or graduate degrees, but rather God using my weaknesses for His strength. A guy named Paul said something similar once, now if I could only remember where I read it.
If you are feeling a bit broken, maybe not useful because of your brokenness. Perhaps you should allow God to do a work in you.
Just something to think about.
Something to ponder.
Blessings,
Roger