A little late, but…

I never mentioned the last weekend’s endings. A.K.A. “Weekendings”

So a buddy of mine sent word to me to me that he had some tickets to a concert. Tickets to the Derek Webb / Sandra McCracken concert @ WorkPlay on Friday night. So I said, “Sure, dude. Lovely and I would love that.” Now the last time I had heard anything by Derek Webb it was a concert with the group Caedmon’s Call. I didn’t like it. so much so that I listened to the show for about 30 minutes and my brother and I then decided to leave because we rather hated the music.

Friday night couldn’t have been more of a 180 degree turn for me. I had breifly listened to a song or two of his since that time in the late 90s, but this was amazing. Of course, Derek was promoting his new CD The Ringing Bell and his wife, Sandra, doing the same. It was an intimate night where the two artists clearly showed their hearts and deeply-rooted Biblical convictions. Each song had its’ own offering. One, a toe-tapping “good’un” tune that was reminicent of Johnny Cash meets the Beatles, then next a heart-torturing song about depravity of our “Christian souls” of depth in Christ due to our fixation on earthly things and lack of desire for something more than just a wish-list God. They seemed to pour their hearts out through to the floor. Of course, it being a bar-type atmospher, many were drunk and trying to numb the pains that the week or life had inflicted, but I found myself drawn inward. As I sipped on my own beverage I couldn’t help but chew on the lyrics being cast my direction. Lovely and I fell in love with the honesty and reality of their words. We left the concert appreciative of our life and marriage despite all our struggles.

Saturday after trying to sleep a wink, we got up and shipped ourselves to the Samford vs. Jax State game (only for the half-time show). Little bear was definitely disinterested in Samford’s Band, but just as soon as JSU’s band took the field, she was just all movement – legs, arms, and head just a kickin’ and clappin’. We had a great time just having a family day. We took the day really slow and as it came to us. Only spur of the moment things.

The weekend was concluded by church on Sunday a.m. and p.m. The a.m. was teaching about the body of Christ and how we need to make sure to take care of ourselves as well as reaching out to those around us. If there is a need inside the church, we should meet that need. Sunday night was a continuation of the teaching on Sunday a.m.

At the end of the evening, Lovely and I just reflected and agreed that this weekend was a fantastic confirmation of God’s goodness and abundance.

Weekendings August 31-Sept 2

Well, my weekend got off to an early start.

Thursday at 4:30 p.m. I clocked out of work from Samford and hopped in the “Gas Saver” to go to the next place…as usual. Now, the previous Thursday, the same thing happened, but this time it was different. This time, I was behind the wheel and got even closer to having a major accident. Why? Well, by Thursday at 4:30, I have already been on the go for 41 of my 74 hours of work each week. by Thursday afternoon, I am exhausted. I fell asleep behind the wheel again. By the grace of God I didn’t have an accident, but knew that actions had to be taken. I finally get to work and finish my shift. Weave my way home for a nap before Friday @ 5:30’s wake up call.

At 7:15, my body says, “Dude, it is too bright outside for you to be in bed, right?” I called in to Samford. I could feel that I wouldn’t have been a bit of good. I would get there and slober all over myself all day and wouldn’t have the presence of mind to pull my fingers out of the industrial-sized paper shredder when they got caught. I slept until about 9 a.m. Slightly refreshed, and I do emphasize slightly, I get up, grab my shower and head toward the coffee pot. No love there. I drive, safely, to O’Reilly’s to ask about parts for the Taurus. The day zips by…next thing I know, it is time to head to the restaurant. I finish up there by about 10:30 p.m. and head home for a nap.

Saturday is always family day. Well, it is really more like family half-day since I have to work the restaurant on Saturdays. This Saturday was different. Lovely, little Bear, and I hop in the Gas Saver and drive to pick up a nice, but slightly worn outfit for her reunion thing that night. I chatted with my Papa for a while which was a good thing. I called in to the restaurant to remind them that I wouldn’t be there and off to Logan’s on 150. We had a blast. I got to see an old friend and got to meet new ones.

Sunday had it’s highs and lows. Church was fantastic. It was and still is a hard message to swallow, but I’m still gulping away at it. After church we grab a very quick bite and then back home so I can crawl in the Taurus for a while. To no avail, I worked on the car about three and a half hours. It started getting dark and I blew about $100 just trying to breathe life into the deflated lungs of the Taurus. (An update is coming today.) I threw my hands up and retreated inside and slothed in front of the BeasTV. I called it a pseudo-late night in order to catch a wink before the wake-up call and off the work today.

Weekend rating…
Family time – 8.5
Working time 5.0
Fun time – 7.0
Rest time – 3.0

Overall I think the weekend was a success.