human nature

i'm not one that's quick to attribute every (or any) negative or undesired behavior to "human nature." i think that too often, people use that as an excuse to be lazy and not allow the power of the Spirit of God to overcome the failings of humanity. (we've been granted victory over sin--claim it and be adapted to it).
but, i've been challenged in my perspective this week.
my 4-month old son has been granted permission from the pediatrician's office to begin eating cereal. for those of you who've been through this before, you know that's a big deal. for those who haven't experienced it, it's a big deal.
well, as expected from my genius child, he does really well with the spoon and swallowing. the problem is that we can't shovel it in fast enough for him. after about 10-15 bites, he starts to get angry and impatient.
so, is impatience wired into us? i can't imagine that he's old enough to have developed that yet. (give him at least a few more months before i'll admit that he's picked it up from me.) so, where is the line of nature and nurture?
on a tangent note: 4-months old getting angry is actually quite funny. he's actually trying to yell; he's not screaming or crying--pure anger. it's hard to be serious and comforting while holding back the giggles from within.
maybe it's a part of us or maybe it's learned. either way, it's our challenge, opportunity and responsiblity to allow God to help us overcome it.
Dear Lord, teach me patience and let me demonstrate it to others.

to blog or not to blog, that is the question

as with all great writers and thinkers (of which i am neither), eventually you hit a dry spell. some would call it writer's block.
so, here i am--a new blogger and it seems i've run out of things to say. it shouldn't be this hard to have something to write about.
but, alas, the block is in place.

however, as with all great optimists, i think of this block not as a stumbling block, but as a stepping stone. so, without further ado, i step up into the great beyond--that unexplored region of what i am yet to write. perhaps some of it will be funny and some of it will be serious; it may be profound or mundane. but, i see this not as the end but as the place when i refocus off self and look to the fountain of idea, concepts and mental images.

Lord, i realize this absence of original thought is self-induced. bring me back to you, the origin of original thought and let me be "filled with messages from Thee."

opportunities

random cell call
forgotten voice mail
finally returned
bizarre opportunity

this is the basis of an experience today. i can't really talk about the details yet because i'm not sure of them yet. that is to say, i'm still processing.
but, if God is working the way i think He's working, i'm in for a new adventure.

Dear Lord, what in the world are you doing?