Two Thumbs up for Texas

An update from Lubbock, "The Giant Side of Texas": I've been spending a lot of time with the fam here. I live with my grandma (wearing the trucker hat). She makes the best fried chicken this side of Texas. I work at the Furniture Connection, a family owned Sauder outlet, for my uncle and aunt, Rich and Nancy. I do assemblies and a little retail. I make sales with ease because of my charming midwest accent (actually they point and stare when I say "you guys" instead "ya'll" and "I'm going to" instead "I'm fixin' to"). My aunt Sherie works at the store too. She laughs at customers alot. My unlce Marty and I enjoy making grandma nervous. During some almost golfball size hail we ran outside with baseball gloves on our heads to cover his van with a blanket. Hurts like paintballs. I make a weekly habit of tossing the "B" (disc golf) with my cousins Paul and Jacob. Not sure what to say about my cousins Lidnsey and Natalie. Uhh...they just got sun burned real bad the other day...and they're pretty cool. My great uncle Peanut and great aunt Fronsie got us on a Texas Hold 'em kick. Now we have weekly poker night.

I still haven't called Dr. Cherry about finishing up that worship practicum...I guess I'm trying to earn that "F". I hope to do some subsitute teaching here in Lubbock this fall to see if I really want to get an education degree.

I saw Bobby Night's house the other day. It's big, real big. (While writing the blog I entertained the idea of ommiting this last comment, because really, who cares?! But then I thought of the greatest Hoosier fan in the world, my former roomate, Patrick Cooper. He would care. So Coop, for the slight chance that you may reading this, I did see Bob's mansion. Go Indiana.)

I've been going to church at Live Oak, a Willow Creek plant. Just started playing guitar there. Not sure if its my place. I'm still haunted by that DeNeff sermon when he said, "You will find your place when your greatest joy meets the greatest need." Joy...check. Need...not sure.

I get to see my Dad this week in Dallas. Texas Motor Speedway. May the force be with Sam Hornish Jr.

Tim Founds, Phil Stuller, and I are going to the Grand Canyon in couple weeks. Phil is going to make me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (That's a joke for "Team Cankles", those who went to Sri Lanka...Keep praying!)

You can see for miles here. A beach of red dirt and a sea of blue sky. Watching the storms roll in like a giant wave strikes enough fear and wonder in my heart to trust the God who moves them. I do miss the trees though, but I'd trade them all for West Texas sunset. And the nights. I never knew there were this many stars, and I've only seen the moon so bright one other night...I'm seeing another side of God here, a beautiful, not necessarily better, but excitingly differant view of Him.

Miss and love all of you. Rebel against your own indifference...Beck