Archives For

My Little Miracle

jon.seale —  January 7, 2012

Lexi is a busy girl: Gymnastics, Soccer, Gymnastics, Dance, Gymnastics, Destination Imagination, Gymnastics, School, Gymnastics, Church, Gymnastics, and more. I can’t believe that she’s almost 8. Where did the time go?

Each of my kids is special to me in their own way. I love them all, but each of them has a special place in my heart for different reasons. Michael is my first born, I’ll never forget the moment the delivery nurse said “dad” trying to get me to take him into my arms. At first I didn’t know who she was talking to. My dad wasn’t in the room. Then I realized that she was talking to ME. Continue Reading…

The Power of Words

jon.seale —  January 7, 2012

As a kid we used to say “sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me”. What a bunch of hogwash. The truth is that the bruises and broken bones have long since healed, and the things that take the longest to heal are things people have said to me. In fact, some of the biggest hurts in my life have been things people have said. I became very skilled at using words not only to defend myself, but to verbally destroy anyone who hurt me. I was quick with an insult, veiled in witticism or sarcasm, but cutting to the quick. Luke 6:45 says “A good man out of the good treasure of his heart brings forth good; and an evil man out of the evil treasure of his heart brings forth evil. For out of the abundance of the heart his mouth speaks.” So, what’s in your heart comes out of your mouth. That certainly was true of me, I was full of hurt and anger, and that’s what came out of my mouth. Continue Reading…

Learning To Swim

jon.seale —  January 7, 2012

I remember learning to swim. I wanted to swim so badly that I would just jump in, over my head sometimes, and try as hard as I could to swim. All I could do is tread water (barely), grasp for help, or drown. None of these was what I desired, I wanted to SWIM. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get the hang of it. Then one summer I took swimming lessons. Every week, for the whole summer, I would go to a family friend’s house and this girl was going to teach me to swim. I didn’t learn to swim. I learned how to drown a little more slowly. A few things got in my way…

 

Continue Reading…