When Jesus Is Your Only Option

I thought this portion of Max Lucado's devotional message called "He is Waiting in the Midst of the Storm" was profound and worth printing here...particularly as we encounter this financial storm we are currently weathering.

As long as Jesus is one of many options, he is no option. As long as you
can carry your burdens alone, you don’t need a burden bearer. As long as
your situation brings you no grief, you will receive no comfort. And as
long as you can take him or leave him, you might as well leave him, because
he won’t be taken half-heartedly.

But when you mourn, when you get to the point of sorrow for your sins, when

you admit that you have no other option but to cast all your cares on him,

and when there is truly no other name that you can call, then cast all your

cares on him, for he is waiting in the midst of the storm.

Max Lucado

from The Applause of Heaven

Street Tennis with Kaden

Every day for the last week Kaden has been asking me to play tennis on the street. Since we've gotten the Wii and played tennis together on it, Kaden's become very skilled at the game. Last week, we started to play on our street together. We've been playing every day this week. Not only every day, but for atleast 30-60 minutes each time. Kaden's become very skilled, very quickly at tennis - both forehand and backhand over the course of just a week. Kaden just likes to play. He gets into a rhythm and just loves it. He loves it so much that he got his first blister on his thumb!

In the past, I tried taking Kaden and Alex on the tennis court. That was fun, but it is so much more effort to get out there. Why not just play on the street. It's fun and you can still hit back and forth. I can imagine that it will be fun to play on a real court again when he's ready. He'll be surprised how good he's become.

I'm enjoying it while it lasts. Kaden, if you read this one day, your dad has really loved playing tennis with you.

An Apple Without A Home

A happy apple left us a note on our doorstep the other day.

The note read:

We are the apples bought at a store.

The buyer had too many and didn't want anymore.

He/she shared them with a neighbor who had too many too...

So, now they are sharing us with you!

We are good for a lady, a man or a boy...

So peel us or slice us and please do enjoy!

Love, The Apples

Just for the record, we ate the last apple on Saturday for lunch! Even the one with the face on it. He tasted the best. Burp!

Warrior Cats

My third grade son is really into these books - the Warriors series by Erin Hunter. It's about clans of cats and a main character cat named FireHeart. Other character names are Bluestar, Graystripe, Sandclaw and Tigerclaw. Alex and his third grade classmates love these books. He's already into book #4 of the series of 16 books. I think this might be the next craze after Harry Potter.

Alex The Spy

Alex and his neighborhood buddies were playing spy games yesterday. I was blown away by his creativity. He came up to me and showed me one of his spy gadgets. What a cool invention.

It was a piece of paper folded up. On the outside, it is a phone. You can see, the word "Sprint" on the top.

You turn it over, and it's a portable HD camera.

Then, you open it up and it becomes an ipod complete with tracks from Krissy Nordhoff and Eric Nordhoff.

Then, you fold it open even further and it becomes a Dell brand laptop.

When it opens up with the keyboard, you immediately are taken to the home page of Google.

Very original and creative. I'm so proud of you, Alex.

Sara Bareilles

I'm really into this new record by Sara Bareilles. I highly recommend it. Just downloaded it on iTunes. Can't get "Love Song" out of my head! Plus, I'm really intrigued by the way she was discovered via song licensing and placements on commercials.

Gas Frenzy And The Good Samaritan

Hello, it's me again. Last weekend, the Nashville region experienced a gas shortage due to the pipelines from Texas being down as a result of Hurricane Ike. There were lines all across the city with 10's of hundreds of cars waiting to get their precious gas. I was hoping we could avoid them. Unfortunately, on Saturday, we were very close to empty on our mini-van. So, we tried to find the shortest line for gas we could find in Cool Springs on a Saturday afternoon.

By 3:30pm, we had found our spot. The Shell station off of Moores Lane and Mallory Lane. We squeezed into a spot. Then, we waited. And waited. And waited some more. We noticed a larger gas truck had pulled up and was unloading gasoline in the station. That seemed hopeful, since most other stations had run out of gas. We knew if we waited long enough, the gas would be delivered. Now, it was just a matter of how long do we wait.

After about 15 minutes of waiting, I couldn't stand it any longer. I decided to take charge. I got out of the car, Krissy took over the drivers seat, and asked some questions of the gas station. Meanwhile, I noticed the line for gas had extended all the way towards the I-65/Moore's Lane exit (about 500 yards from the station). The gas station worker informed me that they were going to begin opening up the pumps one at a time in about 10 minutes. This was hopeful news.

As I returned back to the minivan I thought this was something I should share with the rest of the cars waiting in line - now a bit impatiently. So, one by one, I began informing everyone of the news. Every car seemed very appreciative. And I was starting to like my role as the good samaritan. So, after I informed about 20 cars, I returned back to the gas station and started sorting out who was going to go to which pump. In essence, I was directing traffic.

The pumps started opening up - one by one. Soon, after about 20 minutes, the line started to move. People were trying to cut in line and my job was to stop them and make them get into the back of the line. I was amazed at my boldness with these people. These people didn't like me very much. There was one guy who tricked me and told me he just wanted a soda. Later on, I would see him get gas at the pump after pretending to get soda. He had a big black Hummer gas guzzler. Shame on him. I promptly told him that he lied to me and yelled at him. He was embarrassed and making some excuse that he wasn't from here - he was from Texas. As if that would make me feel better about him cutting in line in front of hundreds of patient drivers.

One lady in line a few cars behind me was taking pictures of people trying to cut in line with her cel phone and threatening to report them to the police. She was mad!

As the cars started moving and I was directing them to the best pump for quickest service, each driver would smile, wave to me. One of the ladies drove past me and said "I Love You!". I had to laugh.

The lady taking pictures of everyone and making threats to cars cutting in line, she thanked me later and shouted as she drove past. "You are our good samaritan!".

I was loving my new role as hero. I felt like I was being used to help the situation. After all, I'm type-A and I couldn't just sit around and do nothing. Atleast I was out and about - doing something.

Meanwhile, my best friend from college, Don, shows up randomly and starts taking pictures of all of this. The boys love Don and he kept them having fun while they waited.

Krissy, my loving wife, of course, is making fun of me the whole time. She knows this is typical me. She is cracking up that I'm directing traffic and keeping things in order by kicking people out of line.

Well, we finally get to the pump and I join the family and help pump the gas. The kids are sick of me being gone. Kaden is crying because he is worried about me being out there. He just wants his daddy back. I get back, assure him that everything is okay, and pump gas. We finally get out of there at 6pm.

2 and 1/2 hours at the gas station. Atleast I wasn't just sitting there. I was doing something and felt really good. After all, I was the good samaritan.