<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871558054924338284</id><updated>2011-09-28T13:16:21.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mike-inprogress</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mike-inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871558054924338284/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mike-inprogress.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mikeinprogress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16272277938255858389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5pFfIVSfB0/TRtgjba8L4I/AAAAAAAAACk/eLed_m36J6o/S220/Mom%2527s%2BGaaaaaaaaaaaa%2B366.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871558054924338284.post-8605372637067072164</id><published>2010-12-29T08:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T09:41:20.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ordinary?  ...not a chance :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As we bring 2010 to a close I felt it was my duty to end the year with a blog post...I believe my last post was back in January :-)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Many things about me are very...normal...un-exciting...maybe even boring...I don't have a problem with any of those words describing areas of my life...but there is one word that I have heard a lot lately that I am not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ordinary.  Ordinary.  Ordinary...according to Merriam Webster's dictionary, one of the definitions of this word is: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; the regular or customary condition or course of things —usually used in the phrase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;out of the ordinary"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I will not go there with you...sorry...I am many things (and you are too), but ordinary/common/is NOT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;...I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with not being the most exciting, not being the most talented, not being the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;most&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; of anything.  But I don't believe for a minute that you &amp;amp; I were made to be (in my best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;eyore&lt;/span&gt; voice) just average.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;God didn't &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; to make me...or you...he &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;chose&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to make us...I don't know everything about what that means, but I do know that the God that placed the stars in the sky and molded the earth to get it just the way he wanted it, if that God &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;chose to make&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; me (and you too) that it is worth me believing in what He started when he created me.  Maybe I won't cure cancer, or play in the biggest game/series of my favorite sport, come up with the next dance craze (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kid'n&lt;/span&gt; play, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;macarena&lt;/span&gt;, or the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dougie&lt;/span&gt;...it's on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt;...I'm not making it up :-), but the God of the universe created you &amp;amp; I for extra-ordinary things!!  In the world, in the country, in the state and city he has placed us for this time-He has created us for something amazing, not because he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;needs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; us to pull it off, but because He never sends his second best. I will say that again.  God never sends his second best...if you and I weren't the best person for the jobs God has given us for this season-he would send someone else!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: medium;"&gt;When I sing my favorite Steven Curtis Chapman song or attempt to cover a John Mayer tune at an event, there is nobody better to sing/connect with that group of folks for the purpose God has than me...or he would send his best...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: medium;"&gt;God is not at all surprised or caught off guard at the things that we never saw coming...the easy stuff, the hard stuff, he allows us to walk through and some times run through our day-while he is beside us.  Riding the highs with us, and crying with us in the valleys.  He is 100% engaged with us.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: medium;"&gt;I tell kiddos and their parents all the time, 1) God made you &amp;amp; me the very same way-out of nothing-in our mother's body (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;. 139:13), 2) the same God that made us has a plan to take care of us and not to hurt us-to give us a future and a hope, and he will answer us when we call on him/search for him with all our heart (Jeremiah 29:11-13), and 3) the same God that made us out of nothing even when he didn't have to, has a plan to take care of us and not to hurt us, to give us a future and a hope-is the same yesterday, today, and forever (Hebrews 13:8).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: medium;"&gt;I don't always believe the truth about me, sometimes I just believe the facts...my circumstances, my "stat sheet" and forget the truths of who Jesus says I am...the truth of what he did for me.  My prayer for you &amp;amp; me as we close out this year and get ready to dive into the next, is for us to believe that there is nothing ordinary about us or the God we serve.  Still working on progress, but am so glad to remember the truth of who God is and who he wants me to be :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: medium;"&gt;mike in-progress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871558054924338284-8605372637067072164?l=mike-inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mike-inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/8605372637067072164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3871558054924338284&amp;postID=8605372637067072164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871558054924338284/posts/default/8605372637067072164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871558054924338284/posts/default/8605372637067072164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mike-inprogress.blogspot.com/2010/12/ordinary-not-chance.html' title='ordinary?  ...not a chance :-)'/><author><name>mikeinprogress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16272277938255858389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5pFfIVSfB0/TRtgjba8L4I/AAAAAAAAACk/eLed_m36J6o/S220/Mom%2527s%2BGaaaaaaaaaaaa%2B366.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871558054924338284.post-2167226457366933870</id><published>2010-01-12T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T20:20:38.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virtue over their head?</title><content type='html'>...it was 11:48pm and JD (our almost 4 yr old prince) had been to bed and asleep for a few hours...so I help him get situated and ready to go back to bed he whispers something, and after the 3rd time of asking him to repeat it I finally hear him say "Daddy...what is discipline?"  (Discipline is our virtue of the month for our kids ministry) I squeezed him tightly as I carried him back to his bed, and told him "Discipline is doing what you need to now to grow stronger" (again, the virtue of the month), and JD squeezed me back and said "yeah, that's right" virtually in his sleep : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad our kiddos (yours &amp;amp; mine) are open and receptive to God's word in a variety of ways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Father help us to be intentional about the kids ministry you have given each parent.  Help us take advantage of the teachable moments and blank slates you provide us with. Thank you for the sweet times you give me with my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to be a work in progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871558054924338284-2167226457366933870?l=mike-inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mike-inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/2167226457366933870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3871558054924338284&amp;postID=2167226457366933870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871558054924338284/posts/default/2167226457366933870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871558054924338284/posts/default/2167226457366933870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mike-inprogress.blogspot.com/2010/01/virtue-over-their-head.html' title='Virtue over their head?'/><author><name>mikeinprogress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16272277938255858389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5pFfIVSfB0/TRtgjba8L4I/AAAAAAAAACk/eLed_m36J6o/S220/Mom%2527s%2BGaaaaaaaaaaaa%2B366.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871558054924338284.post-2544777757277091139</id><published>2010-01-08T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T20:20:51.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fearless...and FAITHFUL</title><content type='html'>My bride is one of the most confident, capable people I've been around...for example she goes to stores not necessarily to purchase things...but more to get ideas and then try to do the same thing (or better) for less money. She loves the challenge, and is remarkably successful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take cooking for example. Some folks MUST have a recipe and will follow it very closely...her recipies tend to involve "a little bit of ___" and "just enough" of ______, or my favorite, I'll ask how much _____ do I put in, she replies "until it looks right&lt;strong&gt;"...until &lt;em&gt;it looks right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? I murmur (sometimes under my breath...I'll admit it : ) My bride is fearless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is an inspiration to me as one of the faithful. The faithfulness she serves her God with is remarkable. Over the years she has been great walk with me through my struggles with God and trying to find his will for me/us. I am so grateful for her heart, compassion, generosity, and at the very center of it all is her faithfulness to the God she knows so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the journey&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Father I hope you find me faithful today. Help me 1) hear you, 2) trust you (action required), and 3) rest in you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mike...progressing to faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871558054924338284-2544777757277091139?l=mike-inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mike-inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/2544777757277091139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3871558054924338284&amp;postID=2544777757277091139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871558054924338284/posts/default/2544777757277091139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871558054924338284/posts/default/2544777757277091139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mike-inprogress.blogspot.com/2010/01/fearlessand-faithful.html' title='Fearless...and FAITHFUL'/><author><name>mikeinprogress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16272277938255858389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5pFfIVSfB0/TRtgjba8L4I/AAAAAAAAACk/eLed_m36J6o/S220/Mom%2527s%2BGaaaaaaaaaaaa%2B366.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871558054924338284.post-2240764420304548132</id><published>2010-01-06T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:34:55.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>frustration</title><content type='html'>so progress is not always easy to measure...right? One immensely difficult part of my life is finding ways to measure progress in a certain area so I don't get frustrated and quit...I am needing to learn to work through the frustration(s)...my bride depends on me, my kids depend on me...how does a man/husband/dad/church staff guy work through his frustrations and come through the process with a successful marriage, relationships with children, career of actually ministering to people and not losing sight of the purpose and mission that God brought me into, and be able to look himself in the mirror when he shaves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Jehovah-Jireh, you know me inside and out...you have always provided and taken care of me and my family...help me to 1) hear from you, 2) trust you (requires action), and 3) rest in you...Jehovah Shalom I need your peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;trusting that I am still a work in progress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871558054924338284-2240764420304548132?l=mike-inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mike-inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/2240764420304548132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3871558054924338284&amp;postID=2240764420304548132&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871558054924338284/posts/default/2240764420304548132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871558054924338284/posts/default/2240764420304548132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mike-inprogress.blogspot.com/2010/01/frustration.html' title='frustration'/><author><name>mikeinprogress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16272277938255858389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5pFfIVSfB0/TRtgjba8L4I/AAAAAAAAACk/eLed_m36J6o/S220/Mom%2527s%2BGaaaaaaaaaaaa%2B366.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871558054924338284.post-380171906273089885</id><published>2010-01-05T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T07:25:41.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acquaintence?  Friend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;intimately acquainted...intimately acquainted...I pondered this morning as I was reading on of my most familiar scriptures in a different translation.  The passage ususally reads "...you discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways (Psalm 139:3-NIV).  There is a song Mercy Me did about 14 years ago from this Psalm that is one of my all-time favorite quiet time songs...back to this morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"...you scrutinize my path and my lying down, and are &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;intimately acquainted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with all my ways...(NASB)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;as I ponder...meditate...stop and just think (nothing wierd or creepy about pondering/meditating) about what this is saying...what God is saying to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;He scrutinizes (examine closely and minutely) my path (course; way of life--my choices) and lying down, and is intimately (one's deepest nature) acquainted (to know) all my ways...I don't get the vibe that God has the clipboard and excel spreadsheet with all of my choices and his red pen tallying up my every decision to see if it impacts His kingdom...that sounds more like what I do when I worry over what I look like, or who I'm trying to please...that makes me tired and stressed out just thinking about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I know intellectually that God knows all about me, but this morning the freshness of &lt;strong&gt;intimately acquainted&lt;/strong&gt;,..the God of all the universe, not just the God of me and my family, or the town where I live, or the church where we serve, but God of all the universe knows me...knows me well...He is &lt;strong&gt;intimately acquainted&lt;/strong&gt; with me, that is monumental to me this morning.  Because eventhough he is is intimately acquainted with me-knows all the good and the bad, he wants to remain intimately acquainted with me.  He's not going anywhere.  Regardless of how remote I feel some days, not to mention how selfish I am with all things Mike, 1) God created me out of nothing (Ps. 139:13) 2) He has a plan to take care of me and my family (Jer. 29:11), and 3) He is the same yesterday, today, and forever (Heb. 13:8).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abba Father, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Thank you for taking the time to know me...to be intimately acquainted with me and not turn away from what you see.  Thank you for drawing close and speaking with me and listening with me this morning. I need your help today to be a good man and take care of my bride, be a good example for my children, and make an impact on my community for you in a positive way.  Since you are intimately acquainted with me, you know that is overwhelming to me.  Help me to honor you with my attitude and my choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I believe mike-inprogress is much better than just mike : )  Have a great day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871558054924338284-380171906273089885?l=mike-inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mike-inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/380171906273089885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3871558054924338284&amp;postID=380171906273089885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871558054924338284/posts/default/380171906273089885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871558054924338284/posts/default/380171906273089885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mike-inprogress.blogspot.com/2010/01/acquaintence-friend.html' title='Acquaintence?  Friend?'/><author><name>mikeinprogress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16272277938255858389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5pFfIVSfB0/TRtgjba8L4I/AAAAAAAAACk/eLed_m36J6o/S220/Mom%2527s%2BGaaaaaaaaaaaa%2B366.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871558054924338284.post-6386488320135886014</id><published>2009-06-02T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:06:51.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG revelation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On my way to work this morning I had a BIG REVELATION. I was not anticipating the magnitude of this revelation or what it says about who I am. It has everything to do with my personal and professional life, my mission statement, my vocation, my roles as husband, daddy, and leader in the church. It's one of those things that makes the old &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'could've had a V8'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; commercial seem like the understatement of the century. I can't share something this personal online before I share it with my family, my friends, my support group--but I would like to share it with you...after I meet with my home group this Sunday night (6/7).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The process to the big revelation I &lt;strong&gt;would&lt;/strong&gt; like to share with you now and see if you choose to put it to the test in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I asked God to reveal Himself to me today and help me focus on His goal, His tasks for me today..."God please forgive me..., and help me to focus on what You have for me to do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That was it...nothing frilly, no big new testament evangelical prayer that will be published on the cover "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the prayers that Jesus really hears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" weekly... It was almost instantaneous...as I have thought about for a little while, it was like something He had been wanting to tell me for days but was waiting on His opportunity to share with me. Jesus, please forgive me for being so selfish with my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...after I prayed the prayer (in Emeril fashion) BAM!! . . . big revelation :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hope the revelation in your life today is God sized, not just something you can do on your own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I like what Paul to Timothy when he knows there time together is limited-"How I thank God for you, Timothy. I pray for you every day, and many times during the long nights I beg my God to bless you richly. He is my fathers' God, and mine, and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my only purpose in life is to please Him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. (2 Timothy 1:3-Living Bible)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mike (always a work in progress)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871558054924338284-6386488320135886014?l=mike-inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mike-inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/6386488320135886014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3871558054924338284&amp;postID=6386488320135886014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871558054924338284/posts/default/6386488320135886014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871558054924338284/posts/default/6386488320135886014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mike-inprogress.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-revelation.html' title='BIG revelation'/><author><name>mikeinprogress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16272277938255858389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5pFfIVSfB0/TRtgjba8L4I/AAAAAAAAACk/eLed_m36J6o/S220/Mom%2527s%2BGaaaaaaaaaaaa%2B366.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871558054924338284.post-1910983498112008214</id><published>2009-05-26T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:55:46.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eyes of a Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I had a rare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt; to stay home with my family today...ok...let me rephrase...I took advantage of an opportunity (that is more than likely under my nose more often than I realize) and stayed home with my bride and kiddos today.  Great day!  Got to play with all 3 kiddos, time with my lady :)...I fixed my "famous ham &amp;amp; cheesy eggs" according to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JoJo&lt;/span&gt; (our girl).  Scrambled eggs with ham and some cheese on top-was my breakfast of specialty when our family life seemed less hectic than it is now.  Always was a big hit with the offspring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nino&lt;/span&gt; #3 got his first taste of the breakfast treat...and was mostly unimpressed...UNTIL I broke out the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Marshmellow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Maties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Lucky Charms in a bag).  So finally all the kiddos were satisfied and we tried to give Mommy a little break.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;After we all ate lunch...together...as a family (highly recommend) JD was getting ready to lay down for his nap and asked me to lay down with him.  (in my best Simon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cowell&lt;/span&gt; voice) &lt;em&gt;If I'm being honest...&lt;/em&gt;I stalled for a bit, thinking once he laid down I would have a window to check some e-mails and make a few phone calls, so I told him "I"ll come check on you in a few minutes."  Again he asked me to lay down with him...I couldn't say no.  So I come back 5 minutes later and he was out-so I was in the clear to do my stuff I had already planned...but I couldn't leave the room...I was locked in on his beautiful little face while he was sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I lay down beside my oldest sleeping prince (Mommy is the queen, of course I am the king, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;JoJo&lt;/span&gt; is the princess, and the boys are princes), and I watched him sleep, I listened to him breathe...he wasn't singing to me, he wasn't playing his guitar like we do together, not playing the drums, not telling me how much he loves me or trying to make me laugh...he was resting...he was doing what a young boy his age is supposed to do at nap time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Then it hit me...If a selfish, anxious, judgemental, short on patience Daddy like me can sit in the symphony of my son's breathing while he is asleep and feel the pride, love, and joy I felt in that moment--how then must my God, my Abba Father feel about me and you.  Even if I am not performing for Him, specifically praying to Him, or wondering how I can do more for Him or attempting to "grow His Kingdom"...how much more does He delight in my.  Delight is not a word I typically use, but that is precisely the word I thought of this afternoon, and the only word I can think of from My Father toward me...He delights in me...in spite of me and my actions.  He just loves me.  Let that marinate for a bit.  In spite of my failures...daily failures, my best intentions and most selfish actions...He loves me just the way I am.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Father forgive me now as I am still trying to impress You.  I try to word my prayers so that I get pats on the back.  I want you to be impressed and wowed by all that I am doing "for You" and the excellence that I do it with...I forget...or don't purpose to guard my time with You.  Please grant me and my amigo(a)s that are reading this some time with You...help us to see our time with You through the eyes of our Father.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Even though I am still a work in progress...I am His.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871558054924338284-1910983498112008214?l=mike-inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mike-inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/1910983498112008214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3871558054924338284&amp;postID=1910983498112008214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871558054924338284/posts/default/1910983498112008214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871558054924338284/posts/default/1910983498112008214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mike-inprogress.blogspot.com/2009/05/eyes-of-father.html' title='The Eyes of a Father'/><author><name>mikeinprogress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16272277938255858389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5pFfIVSfB0/TRtgjba8L4I/AAAAAAAAACk/eLed_m36J6o/S220/Mom%2527s%2BGaaaaaaaaaaaa%2B366.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871558054924338284.post-984441563452404691</id><published>2008-11-07T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:18:16.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>copycat, copycat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5pFfIVSfB0/SRR_Gy-3PBI/AAAAAAAAABA/jz0bkmP25V4/s1600-h/mike+age+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265973619044334610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5pFfIVSfB0/SRR_Gy-3PBI/AAAAAAAAABA/jz0bkmP25V4/s320/mike+age+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;My wife is my best friend and when I have a great idea...it's usually hers or something very close to hers. She is beautiful, very funny, and brilliant...why would I not copy occasionally?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;...thus I now also have a blog...I'm sure mine won't be as funny, creative, or inspiring as hers...that's ok with me...I'm all for hers' getting published and me just rambling : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am a work in progress, that's why the picture of the 9 year old apparent fan of the Beatles (judging by the haircut) on this post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I still love the Beatles, and eventhough the smile is slightly different I can see some similarities with my current self and the 9 year old boy in the picture...but thankfully I see much progress too. I wonder what my picture will be like in another 23 years...maybe you'll still be reading it then...and maybe my bride's blog will be award winning...I don't always like the process...but I am a huge fan of the progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Make some progress today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871558054924338284-984441563452404691?l=mike-inprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mike-inprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/984441563452404691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3871558054924338284&amp;postID=984441563452404691&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871558054924338284/posts/default/984441563452404691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871558054924338284/posts/default/984441563452404691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mike-inprogress.blogspot.com/2008/11/copycat-copycat.html' title='copycat, copycat'/><author><name>mikeinprogress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16272277938255858389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h5pFfIVSfB0/TRtgjba8L4I/AAAAAAAAACk/eLed_m36J6o/S220/Mom%2527s%2BGaaaaaaaaaaaa%2B366.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h5pFfIVSfB0/SRR_Gy-3PBI/AAAAAAAAABA/jz0bkmP25V4/s72-c/mike+age+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
