Wednesday November 7, Mostly Cloudy, Windy, Occasional Showers

A day like no other.  My eyes popped open at 5am and I immediately remembered that I never bought full size coffee filters.  The 4-cuppers I have as emergency backups aren’t as deep, so they are easily overcome by the depth of a 12-cup coffee pot’s brewing, causing overflow of coffee grounds into the pot, adding grit to every cup, especially the last.  You don’t know you’ve taken in coffee grounds until they’re in your mouth.  At that point you have a decision to make based on how committed you are to the coffee religion.  Today I scored assistant vicar because I finished one gulp but poured out the rest of the cup.  Now that I think about it, I bet Emily later discovered this when she did dishes.  Sorry Emmy. 

Malachi, like most of his cohort, is young enough to still need a parent to cajole him into taking a shower yet old enough that it’s readily apparent if he didn’t.  I woke him up three times, the last of which he remembered and responded to.  His growing feet slammed to the floor.  Waffles after the mandatory shower and, before we knew it, he was out the door.   

Lexi was already awake and happily so, but not so happy about the prospect of getting out of bed.  She’s different, but she’s like most people in that regard.  The line of thinking goes like this: why should I get out of bed when I can… stay in bed?  A fair question indeed.  There is no satisfactory answer for her.  On school mornings we leave plenty of time for her to have the illusion of Saturday.  Eventually she responds and is off to the races.  Lately she’s been picking out her own outfit.  Good thing Emily was there to filter her selections.   Emily does the same for me. The bus was waiting and Lexi took her time to get on, stopping for at least one dance break in the driveway.  We’re not sure if she’s entertaining the neighbors or doing something from Fortnite.  Either way, it’s from the heart. 

Zac woke up early enough to watch an episode of Gravity Falls, a particularly funny and witty kids show that ended its run far too early.  That’s one way you might tell a TV show is truly good: it gets canned after a few seasons.  Zac, too, had waffles.  Those are good for you, right?  Zac says so.  “Good for the soul” he reports.  I took another swig of grainy coffee and concurred. 

I didn’t have time to go to the gym today so I walked Zac to school then took a walk around the block.  I’d be lying if I said that I never saw a snowflake.  Part of my route took me past some railroad tracks, but, alas, no train.  There’s nothing like a billion ton machine that simply cannot stop barreling along at 40 MPH not 10 feet from you.  Today the rails were quiet and seemed superfluous.  I listened to a podcast about how to be a better… person? Idea haver? Restaurant owner?  It’s all mixed in there.  Do we listen to podcasts for any other reason than to become a better person? 

When I got to the office I was happy to see that Craig brought quiche filled with the fixings of hamburger and cheese for our staff to enjoy.  Quiche!  By the way, did you know you could do that?  This is a brilliant combination: cheeseburger plus eggs plus pie.  Three courses in one.  A trinity of delight.  Tabasco sauce sealed the deal.  We ate and had a staff meeting, then another meeting, then some lunch.  Here’s a fun word to try and spell without looking up: Cacciatore.  I had a Chicken cacciatore sub from a local pizza vendor named Franco.  Turns out Franco was the first person at his polling place for yesterday’s Midterms.  A media outlet did a workup on how proud he was, as an immigrant who came to the US 36 years ago and started a pizza place, to be casting vote number one.  We take so much for granted. 

Meetings.  Meetings and emails.  That’s a big part of what happens in a day.  The stream is constant and sometimes overwhelming but much of the content is life changing.  We’re talking about eternity, blessing, the Kingdom of God, the darkness of the world pierced with the Light.  It’s a blessing, a delight, a challenge, a responsibility.  We ask God for wisdom beyond ourselves as we thank Him for all He’s doing, and that we get to be part of it.  Anybody with an opinion could share theirs with me.  On things like how its going, what happened, what will happened, what so and so did or didn’t do.  I hear you.  A majority of the time I can’t fix it but I hear you every time. 

Now I’m getting ready to head home, but only after a few minutes of a writing exercise that you, dear committed reader, have been part of.  I know that writing is part of what I’m supposed to be doing, so I’m doing it.  Going for an hour of writing every day.  It’s an experiment to see what eventually shows up.  Will it be the Great American Novel or the Great American Cookbook?  Will it be a New York Times Bestseller or a hitless blog post?  To quote Asia, only time will tell.  I learned something about disciplines: you just do them.  You want to lose weight?  You just stop eating so much and exercise.  You want to deepen your prayer life?  Sit your bum down and pray.  I know it, I’m practicing it with some regularity.  It takes 30 days to firm up a habit.  Or 90.  I don’t dare go online to look it up, lest I end up in an endless web search which always leads to Pinterest trying to get me to set up an account.  I will not. 

About radamdavidson

When I'm not blogging, I'm hanging out with my family, pastoring a church, or listening to vinyl. I think and write about Jesus, music, communication, organizational leadership, family whatnot, and cultural artifacts from the 1980's -- mostly vintage boomboxes. You can read my blog at, watch [RadCast], a daily 3 minute video devotional, or find me on socials (@radamdavidson). I also help Pastors in their preaching and public speaking (
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