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The looks are always the same – a slight tilt of the head, the mouth opens, eyes widen, and a quick burst of an exhale as the head shakes side to side….“You live with 5 women? And 4 of them are teenage GIRLS?!?!”
And I am blessed.
But any man that tells you that he understands women is a LIAR. The best we can hope for are fairly accurate scouting reports.
My buddy told me a few days ago, that perhaps God placed me “behind enemy lines” to report back to the blue team what the pink team is really like. The pink team has never and will never be fully scouted or figured out. As soon as we think we’ve got ’em, they’ll just change the rules…
So blue team, here are a few insights that I have been able to recon…things I THINK I’ve figured out. These are Top Secret. If you blow my cover we are all in trouble.
- Women love to be taken out to eat. It makes their day.
- Shopping improves their mood – instantaneously.
- Given the chance, women will smell and re-smell the scented candle display at the store. They can do that for hours.
- Their clothes are complicated, their shoes unforgiving, and a bathroom should always be close – always valet park.
- Usually it’s best to just close their teenage (bedroom, bathroom, closet) door.
- Every woman likes wedding stuff.
- Women don’t like explosions (random, I know, but perhaps useful)
- Always carry tissue in your Jeep console.
- Listen – just be quiet. Stare into their eyes and just be quiet. Give advice only when asked.
- She goes first – through the door you have already opened.
- We go first – movie theater rows (to blaze the trail), revolving doors (to start the spin), cabs (so she doesn’t have to slide all the way over).
- Fail – That’s a beautiful dress, you look great!
- Pass – That’s a great dress, you look beautiful!
- To Her Father – Never ever, ever, poke fun of his daughter. EVER. It will not endear you to him. He may kill you.
- Her Friends – We get only one friend that we can find intolerable….only one.
Easy Answers for Their Common Questions:
- Do you like what I’m wearing? You look beautiful.
- Do I look fat in this? Of course not.
- Can you give me a hand? Of course.
- Which do you like better? This one or that one? That one.
- What is your PROBLEM?!?! I love you.
The Pink Team is mysterious. The Pink Team is emotional. The Pink Team is beautiful. And if you have members of the Pink Team in your life, you too are a blessed man.
Just remember – wipe off the sink and toilet seat down….
I love a good hockey fight. It’s the most testosterone packed 10 seconds around.
If you too are a fan of the fights, check out the website HockeyFights. It’s an NHL player favorite, full of pre-fight info such as who is your opponent’s brawler, how much does he weigh, how many penalty minutes does he have, and most importantly – is he a righty or lefty…or BOTH!
As I read an article in Men’s Journal by Charles Coxe about fight strategies, I saw God, Satan, and our daily battles with our enemy. Here it is from a hockey fight perspective. Can you see any spiritual warfare parallels?
1. Study Hard – Scout your opponent
(Hockey players have hockeyfight.com. We have the Word of God)
2. Don’t Back Down – The worst thing you can do is back down…chicken out.
(Hockey players fight for pride. We fight to remain in the game so that we can advance the Kingdom)
3. Get a Handle – With about 10 seconds to throw punches before the ref steps in, many fighters launch haymakers off the opening bell. But the winner is usually the one who shows restraint. Get a good grip on your opponent’s jersey or arm. You then control his movement and power.
(Hockey players strategize, we are called to armor up every day)
4. Strike First – Once you have restrained him, hit first. When you get stung, you think defense too much.
(Hockey players will get bloodied, so will us Christians. Choose to go on the offensive instead of waiting)
5. Stay Balanced – If you have balance you control your enemy.
(Hockey players train their legs for max balance. We must strike spiritual balances between spiritual disciplines to be effective)
6. Use Your Head – Sometimes you have to take a punch to give a punch. The hardest part of your head is your forehead, so if you gotta take a hit, take it there.
(Sometimes the best strategy for both Hockey Players and us Christians is to DUCK!)
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May I share today’s special with you? I think you may love it. Perhaps you are familiar with it. I wasn’t before this morning, but after just a taste, mmmm, wow. I want more….lots more!
Our chef calls it – Candor.
I’ll try to explain, remember, it’s new to me too. Candor is a virtue, a Latin word meaning whiteness, pure, unreserved, honest, or sincere expression without any fear of pressure.
Sound refreshing?….yeah, me too…I thought the same thing.
Someone who speaks with candor doesn’t mince her words. If you are characterized as a person of candor, I admire you. I want to be more like you. It is so tedious going through the mental exercise of dissecting every spoken or written word. I yearn to communicate with candor.
But candor is not the entrée, it’s an accoutrement (fancy French word meaning accessory). Candor only comes alive when it serves LOVE.
As with all virtues, becoming a student of candor is an art…a talent…risky? Sure, but if we truly want to speak the truth in love, we must learn to speak with candor.
I snuck a peek at The Chef’s Candor recipe. Here’s what I saw:
- a dash of Timing
- a pinch of Discernment
- a handful of Compassion
- and 7 cups of LOVE
Would you like a taste? Soooo sweet…..
How do we make sense of all of these touch points? I have spent months trying to figure out how to coordinate all of these ever increasing social networks and tools! There must be a way that technology can be harnessed for “good” instead of allowing it to suck us deeper and deeper into it’s warp speed evolutions.
Enter Mind mapping. I know, sounds weird. I had to get past that too. But this little tool has helped me make sense of life with life seems to confusing. I use MindNode
Chris Brogan wrote “Outposts are touchpoints where you connect with others in some way. You might weigh your outpost efforts differently. You might determine where else you spend time (various forums, Flickr, etc) that contribute to your strategy, but without keeping your home base central and your outposts as a secondary part of the value, I think leads to a bit of frustration.”
Just something to think about…
- Yes I’ll pray. Remember if it’s hurtful, it gives you yet another idea to what Jesus felt like. If I need to pray down lightning lemme know.
- Praying Roy. May you find favor and grace before God and man. God bless you.
- Of course; any time, night or day, my friend…
- Prayed for you right now…
- Praying with you – believing God to go before you!
- Raising a sword for you bro!
- Interceding for you.
- Listen to Phil Wickham’s “Safe” before your Board Meeting today. Praying for you as I listen to this song. Be blessed.
My spirit has been lifted. Thank you Lord for the tools you have given us to do your work. May we take what satan may intend for evil to advance your Kingdom.
I am not accustomed to being needy.
I don’t like it…makes me feel weird…uncomfortable.
So much so that I would rather ignore my own internal warnings than admit my need – a recipe for personal disaster, trust me.
My need is someone else’s blessing of love, purpose, and obedience.
Love God, love others…right?
Love others, especially when they need love the most…in their greatest time of need.
By me withholding my need, others can not love me. Shame on me.
Struggling to admit your need? Check your pride – it was my biggest obstacle.
I am still working through my season of need. God has me here for a reason, probably lots of reasons. I sometimes feel like The Coach has pulled me from the game and has me sitting on the bench next to Him, and I gotta be ok with that. Sure, I wonder if He will ever put me back in the game. I get antsy sitting. But our seasons of need are just that, seasons.
But then last night I got a text – “I sure could use a friend right now, would you come find me?”
He had a need. He was hurting. I went. I found him. We hung out for hours.
Am I back in the game? Nooo. This morning I sense The Coach calling me back to the bench, to the seat right next to Him. But I treasured that brief “playing time” last night.
And my friend has no idea what a gift his need was to me.