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Over a decade ago, on Christmas Eve, my nephew received a heart transplant
Today he laid flat and still in the hospital after going through an annual heart cath
All good.  All good.

5'8"
127 lbs.

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Coke or Pepsi
Democrat or Republican

Uber cutey, Mccute werewolf boy or Ultra cutey, McCute bloodsucker
(All apologies to fans of Twilight...wait, who am I kidding - I don't care)

All too often sides are chosen based off of preference and not principle.  And that is when it can get ugly.  Emotions run so high that we can develop a "my side is right at all cost" 
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It was then that I realized



Storm = powerfulJon = insignificant and smallWhen we inspected the damage, there was a feeling among 
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That's great, it starts with an earthquake



Bird and snakes, an airplane



Lenny Bruce is not afraid







Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself church



World serves it's own needs, don't mis-serve your own needs







So today was suppose to be it



Party over, oops, outta time



And we all had a good laugh...







God became a punch line.



Christians became the joke







And 
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Following
good directions has never got me lost.



What about
you?



Now I’ve
been lost plenty of times.  

I’ve been
lost plenty of ways.

Usually
happens when I am dead-set on going my own way.

Chasing
after what I want.  Neglecting to ask of God what direction
He has in mind.



Sometimes
it feels like the soundtrack of my life is that British lady saying “
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I didn't see him fast
enough.



Fast being the pivotal
word in this whole story.

I was motoring through
the beautiful state of Georgia, securely in a line of fast (there's that word
again) moving automobiles. 

 I mean it was a NASCAR type of experience.



And then I saw the
flashing lights off to the side of the road...

Some poor guy just
wasn't as versed in the art of radar avoidance as 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/k7z_f3ycfzAlrM3cMUxoTGPT2NU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/k7z_f3ycfzAlrM3cMUxoTGPT2NU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/EnUMd/~4/PVUdgln1VDQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://ichooseabundant.blogspot.com/2011/03/grace-drafting-and-georgia-state.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8EQ3g9cCp7ImA9Wx9WEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176950889145518613.post-844813433222828089</id><published>2011-01-17T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T15:56:42.668-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-17T15:56:42.668-05:00</app:edited><title>What do you get when you cross the Incredible Hulk with Winnie the Pooh?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ichooseabundant.blogspot.com/feeds/844813433222828089/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ichooseabundant.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-do-you-get-when-you-cross.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176950889145518613/posts/default/844813433222828089?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176950889145518613/posts/default/844813433222828089?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/EnUMd/~3/8JFBGGSGYUU/what-do-you-get-when-you-cross.html" title="What do you get when you cross the Incredible Hulk with Winnie the Pooh?" /><author><name>Jon Porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02231805375818633656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m3JDuFqDGDY/TbmutV7D1yI/AAAAAAAAADI/T2qil1ZOBTA/s220/18846_1335570674660_1392880865_30963481_3398451_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Been awhile since we last talked.  
Hope you had a wonderful Christmas and are facing this new year with excitement and promise.

I've turned a few corners of late.  Growing up in a lot of areas.  
Hopefully it is showing.  Still have a long way to go.

Taken some shots lately as well.  
Taken them all personal - which I know is dangerous and wrong.  
Because of that I'm a little wounded and 
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I wrote this up some time ago.  Pretty much sums up what kind of man Miguel was.
I pray I have a faith like his...

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I spent a part of today with my friend Miguel. 

To say he is amazing would be an understatement.

Confined to a wheelchair due to an industrial accident. 

Hospitalized with pneumonia. 

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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CZda4HkfleaYUgKkotKsOGdPOhk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CZda4HkfleaYUgKkotKsOGdPOhk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/EnUMd/~4/2lQw3TZC3GA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://ichooseabundant.blogspot.com/2010/11/for-miguel.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4NRHc8eSp7ImA9Wx5bEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176950889145518613.post-889480259605693279</id><published>2010-10-27T14:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T14:09:55.971-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-27T14:09:55.971-04:00</app:edited><title>To My Wife On Her Birthday...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ichooseabundant.blogspot.com/feeds/889480259605693279/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ichooseabundant.blogspot.com/2010/10/to-my-wife-on-her-birthday.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176950889145518613/posts/default/889480259605693279?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176950889145518613/posts/default/889480259605693279?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/EnUMd/~3/ffgpKQxPgHk/to-my-wife-on-her-birthday.html" title="To My Wife On Her Birthday..." /><author><name>Jon Porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02231805375818633656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m3JDuFqDGDY/TbmutV7D1yI/AAAAAAAAADI/T2qil1ZOBTA/s220/18846_1335570674660_1392880865_30963481_3398451_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">But it only seemed like a few days, he loved her so much. Genesis 29:20b - The Message

I think the mistake we make is we measure so much in the language and confines of years. 
What we fail to realize is that it is the moments that count...

Moments of laughter
Moments of tears
Moments of expectancy
And moments of uncertainty

Moments of life and love

Most of my greatest moments have been 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1CEtBxmwBoPiVbQ3JVnYECgF5Ho/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1CEtBxmwBoPiVbQ3JVnYECgF5Ho/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/EnUMd/~4/ffgpKQxPgHk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://ichooseabundant.blogspot.com/2010/10/to-my-wife-on-her-birthday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ENSH86eyp7ImA9Wx5bEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176950889145518613.post-8741551475806742763</id><published>2010-08-30T20:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T13:48:19.113-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-27T13:48:19.113-04:00</app:edited><title>This is the day...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ichooseabundant.blogspot.com/feeds/8741551475806742763/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ichooseabundant.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-is-day.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176950889145518613/posts/default/8741551475806742763?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176950889145518613/posts/default/8741551475806742763?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/EnUMd/~3/2MnbC8XJupM/this-is-day.html" title="This is the day..." /><author><name>Jon Porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02231805375818633656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m3JDuFqDGDY/TbmutV7D1yI/AAAAAAAAADI/T2qil1ZOBTA/s220/18846_1335570674660_1392880865_30963481_3398451_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">This is the day the Lord has made.
I have rejoiced...


I rejoiced at new found excitement in people God has blessed me to walk alongside in building His church.  I rejoiced with truly one of the nicest people I know as he prepares to marry this weekend.  If anyone would ever deserve to love and be loved it's my friend.


I prayed with another dear friend who is facing a great struggle head on.  
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That's all I got. And it's enough to make me do all this again tomorrow.
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Sometimes a lot

Sometimes when you love someone with God's truth - the truth you lead them to hurts
Sometimes they choose to not love you anymore

But I want to be that friend...

Because the other kind of friend compliments your hair while ignoring the fact that your leg is mauled in a bear trap

Seriously...
Who wants to be that friend?

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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/L0d1jfS8pRh5gWR9yg_cGAkKCjc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/L0d1jfS8pRh5gWR9yg_cGAkKCjc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/EnUMd/~4/yImVgmgQFBQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://ichooseabundant.blogspot.com/2010/04/mauled-in-bear-trap.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUABRHszcCp7ImA9WxBbGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176950889145518613.post-8190517663106622922</id><published>2010-03-17T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T10:55:55.588-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-17T10:55:55.588-04:00</app:edited><title>Perfect day...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ichooseabundant.blogspot.com/feeds/8190517663106622922/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://ichooseabundant.blogspot.com/2010/03/perfect-day.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176950889145518613/posts/default/8190517663106622922?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4176950889145518613/posts/default/8190517663106622922?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/EnUMd/~3/3CH76DKkDd4/perfect-day.html" title="Perfect day..." /><author><name>Jon Porter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02231805375818633656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m3JDuFqDGDY/TbmutV7D1yI/AAAAAAAAADI/T2qil1ZOBTA/s220/18846_1335570674660_1392880865_30963481_3398451_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">1100 miles of driving...
65 degrees and rainy...
4 beautiful girls laughing out loud - watching "Because of Winn-Dixie"

Perfect day

Thanking God for a wonderful time of refreshing
with dear friends and my incredible family
I have been working too hard at appearing to be busy and not really sure I've got much to show for it

It is good

every once in awhile

To slow down...

To a crawl..

Like 
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"Well, if passion can lead to prayer



Maybe prayer can give us faith



And if faith is all we've got

Then maybe faith is all we need"

Rich Mullins



I know that a Rich Mullins verse dates me.  
Get over it - I'm dated

Though seasoned, these lines are no less true today

Passion should move you to something



Whether that passion leads you to something small



or


something big




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So I'm driving up to Indy to be with my mom while she has surgery.  Knee replacement isn't usually considered life threatening, but say what you want about the 
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And before anyone accuses me of anything "political"

Let's add Rush Limbaugh to the list of recently made asinine comments

Again - only 2 options in "times such as this"

Pray, love, and serve

or 

SHUT UP!!!!

God help Haiti
God help us all
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Danny Glover says Mother Nature  responded to the Copenhagen summit with the Haitian earthquake


Pat Roberstson said it was God


Nobody seems to be going after Danny Glover for his asinine statement


Guess Gaia is more well thought of in society than Jehovah





And before you label me as trying to make this a "religious" thing





Here are the only two options for "such a time as this"



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And when I say "grabbed me", I mean at my very core.

Let me try to explain...
I have been off lately.  Tired.  Restless.  Frustrated
With the church
With ministry
With God

But mostly with me...

Then I read Primal and it was like having my own spiritual trainer working with me.
Like when you
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One of the kids asked to see an old blue Bible that was laying on the floor.  
"Whose Bible is this?" asked one of the 
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“It’s beyond me…”





How many times when faced
with seemingly impossible circumstances have we thrown up our arms and made
that statement?





Face those circumstances as
a group and we can easily change the statement to the plural – “it’s beyond us”





There is no humanly possible
way we are going to be able to pull this off, make this change, restore this
relationship, or move that 
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She stole my heart with her first laugh and has never let it loose
She makes me brave.  I am all bark without 
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I wonder if this is how God feels…


It has been a remarkable season watching Kate (my oldest) run cross-country for her junior high team. 



Remarkable in the sense that she has received no genetic gifting whatsoever for this endeavor from her father.



Remarkable in the fact that 2 months ago Kate had never run a single mile.



Remarkable in the way that God has worked on me through all of
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Have to admit I wasn't watching MTV the night that Kanye West became a social pariah and the punchline to every joke over the next couple of weeks.





But I got the gist of what happened and who was the victim.


Taylor Swift is one of my girls absolute favorite celebrities.  


I mean, they LOVE Taylor Swift.  And I’m okay with that.  


She seems like a pretty level-headed 19 yr. old kid.



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