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FIT@50 / week 39

I walked across water

What A Year

What A Year My wife and I are hustling to accomplish everything we still have on our plates. That was until I read her 2015 recap she’d prepared for a monthly newsletter. It was after reading this (below) that I realized – WOW – what a year. Feeling like I’d neglected this blog, I looked back at some point and realized something had to give (or bend.) I’d worked so hard to build this site over the last years, but life’s demands []

Does It Count?

If you visit with someone in your dream and it is so real that you see, smell, feel, hear and sense everything as if you were awake, does that count as visiting with them? I’m not talking about outlandish, sci-fi, or other world experiences. I mean with people. Often I’ll meet someone and we hit it off like old friends. After a few quick comments, we begin to share testimonies in a natural flow of conversation. I always believe the Holy Spirit []

FIT@50 / week 23

FIT@50 / week 23 Less than half: Becoming fit often requires sacrifice. Be it food, ice cream, cake (yes, I went there), and often the bed. Hold on, this ain’t frisky talk. It’s about years focused on accumulation. Once I got fit, gathering meant less. The bed is a regular reminder. My kiddo still comes to sleep in the big bed on occasion. After five minutes, he has twisted and twirled and torqued until I’m on the very edge. Sleep may go []

FIT@50 / week 20

FIT@50 / week 20 Sweet surprise: Last Sunday was 7 weeks married. We’ve known each other for a while now, but we always talk about the kids. Blended families are not to be left to an assumption they’ll just work out. They take effort, patience and understanding. There’s a fine line to balance in these relationships. Sun Tzu said that the leader who is complimented for his pleasant personality in his first year of command, is mocked because of it every year []

FIT@50 \ week 19

  FIT@50 \ week 19 Sidelined Growing up playing every sport imaginable, the idea of being sidelined was inconceivable. As I’ve grown more “fit”, the idea of shining light on others while supporting from the bench is amazing. I considered what a difference a week makes. We were in NYC for a thriller writers’ conference dominated by a different crowd – okay, it’s still very much a boys club. Liliana Hart​ stood aside as authors introduced themselves to discuss crime and mystery []

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