The 2016 Stonebriar Men’s Retreat is in the Books as Another Winner

I just returned home from this years’ men’s retreat put on by my church. Okay, it’s not strictly my church or it wouldn’t be much of a retreat. Can one person really enjoy teaching himself new things from the Bible?

Stonebriar Community Church is the organization I chose to be included in their membership. Therefore, it’s my church and a whole bunch of like-minded individuals.

Now that we have that cleared up do you mind if I continue to tell you about my experience in east Texas?

I guess it’s too obvious I just spent the past few days around guys who had no women folk telling us what we had to do.

That’s just one of the reasons some of us look forward to this annual event. The clean air and slower pace is another perk.

The food was excellent, as usual. I guess the folks at Pine Cove know if you feed us well we’ll come back.

I made sure I thanked some of the people who volunteered their weekend to work in the kitchen for us.  They said our group is the best one in showing our gratitude in that way. Now you know why I’m so proud to be included among these fine gentlemen.

I informed the set up team this may be Clifford’s, the big red van, last retreat before we left Frisco. I have a suspicion I’ll have to keep patching him up rather than replace him anytime soon. He may be back, too.

Going out a day early does come with a few advantages. For one thing we don’t take ourselves too seriously. Yeah, that means we laugh a lot.

On Thursday afternoon we went into Tyler for snack supplies. After that was loaded it had been decided we’d eat at a Tex-Mex restaurant. Somebody brought up the GPS directions on their phone and discovered it would take us ten minutes to get there from where we were.

So Les pulled over and had them use their phone to see if there was something closer to us. Five minutes later the wheels on the van were going round and round again to the original eating choice. Yeah, sometimes it feels like I’m back with the toddlers on Sunday morning in the summer not grown adult men.

Anyway, the curmudgeon in me reared his snarly head and I said. “You realize we could have been half way there by now if we hadn’t stopped to find something closer.”

They laughed so I quickly pointed out that I didn’t have as much in reserve as they did. In other words I was hungry.

When the conversation later turned to how many extra calories we always eat on this weekend I told them that’s why I don’t eat anything the rest of the year, so I can fit these God-honoring calories in without guilt.

For the record I was the only one of us who fit into a medium tee shirt. And it even bagged on me a bit.

My testosterone levels must have jumped up a bit because when I got home I did my typical exercises before I go for a run. I usually pump out 40 full push ups. This time I did 50. Maybe I needed those extra calories more than I wanted to admit to.

I went for my annual walk in nature Saturday afternoon after a nap that was much briefer than I thought it would be. I realized I felt much different than I have in past years. I’m often tired from either being wound up from life events or wound down by life events.

For some reason I felt content and at peace even though life events have me too frequently working all day then driving through the night before I repeat without either lathering or rinsing. Sorry, it’s a guy thing that carried over from the weekend.

Staying true to who I am I found a plastic shopping bag in the woods and filled it with trash on my walk back to camp. Just doing my part to leave the world a better place than I found it in.

The theme for the weekend was God’s Blueprint for Men. We looked at several verses that show how we’re made in the image of God.

The verse that hit closest to home was in Jeremiah 3. That’s where God says He wrote the northern kingdom, Israel, a certificate of divorce.

I know Jesus is our high priest who intercedes for us because He experienced what we all do. It was at that moment I realized even God experienced a divorce.

The reason that hit me so hard is I’m only thirteen months removed from the Collin County court system finalizing my wife’s divorce from me, and I’m just over two months away from surviving what’s supposed to be our 30th wedding anniversary.

On Saturday evening I detoured from the small group discussion we normally have after a session. I walked on the dock to lie down on one of the new benches they built on it to let the experience sink in. We were also shown that we’re to shine like stars so I wanted to soak up the clear night sky for that impact.

As I was lying back I witnessed a star fall from the sky. I prayed it wasn’t mine. I grieved my loss again and allowed the tears to roll onto my temples.

I don’t know how non-Christians cope in this world because my heavenly Abba and I have a relationship that is the only thing that keeps me going most days.

I keep volunteering to do some behind the scenes activities for the men’s retreat so other men can grow in their relationship with God through Jesus Christ, too. For many of them this will be an experience that will do it best.

God always meets me at these retreats. I can’t wait to see how it will occur next time.

Keep smiling.   Wade

There is at least one advantage to living a non-routine life

God calls some folks to live ordinary lives.

He ordains them to be accountants because they like working with numbers and helping people keep their taxes straight.

He makes some to enjoy playing with Dremmel tools in victims’ mouths so they’re dentists their entire working lives.

Farmers love working the soil and watching plants and animals grow.

Teachers make a career passing on information they know the next generation will put to use someday.

And then there’s Wade Webster, that truck driving painter who writes books, poems, songs and such while he volunteers at church during his spare time.

Whew, he makes me tired just reading that sentence. Wait a second…that’s me we’re talking about.

The past two Thursdays I’ve gone to work with the Apainter Paul. He landed a big job about two miles from my apartment.

The first three days were spent staining the fence. The last section was what Paul called Normandy Beach because it was going to entail casualties of some kind.

Some well-established rose bushes thrived by that section while poison ivy grew through the fence boards. Shortly after I began on that part I told the Apainter I had thorns on the left of me, ivy to the right and there I was stuck in the middle with paint.

Now you got that song stuck in your head. At least you didn’t have to listen to Paul sing it the rest of the afternoon.

Any way…by the time I left the painting job I had a driving assignment handed to me that entailed being behind the wheel of an 18-wheeler by midnight to go to Memphis, Tennessee.

Paul warned me to steer clear of the poison ivy while I invaded Normandy. I told him I hoped I did get into the ivy.

He says, “But that will be miserable.”

I says, “Yeah, but the itching will help me stay awake tonight/tomorrow morning.”

The good news is I got poison ivy alright. The bad news is it didn’t start itching until I go to my motel room just before noon on Friday.

Even with three phone interruptions and some very loud guys in a room next to mine I think I got about five hours of sleep by six o’clock.

After I put earplugs in I fell back to sleep and didn’t open my eyes until after four thirty Saturday morning.

For those of y’all whose math teacher would not be proud of you right now, that’s about 15 hours of sleep…with poison ivy itches. It shattered my record of 13 hours I set just a few months ago across the street from that motel room.

This week I squeezed in about eight hours of broken sleep during the 13 hours I was in the motel bed. Ain’t nothin’ predictable in my life.

I am sooo looking forward to next weekend’s annual men’s retreat I help with. Even if I get stuck with more than one guy who snores in my cabin I’ve proven I can sleep with earplugs in.

Yes, there are times I want to trade places with some bored sap with an extremely predictable lifestyle. At least he’s familiar with the bed he sleeps in.

But, then I think, That guy probably has his life so mapped out he worries about everything. Will he have enough to retire on? Will his roses bloom next summer? Will his annual doctor’s appointment come with a surprise?

I know I’ve quoted this verse a few times here before but it applies again. Matthew 6:34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough troubles of its own.

There are some mornings I wake up and have nothing planned to do. God has me so trained to trust him now I know my rent will be paid at the end of the month. Many months it barely gets paid, but it gets done. It’s like a supply of manna. Just enough for my need at just the right time.

My non-routine life does come with an extremely hefty dose of prayers. Most of my driving assignments start with: “Okay God, I can’t do this on my own strength. I need you to help me out with this one. Of course, I guess I need Your strength to take my next breath, too. Alright, I’m Yours to use as You see fit.”

Yeah, me and God have an unusual relationship. It’s been established and honed most of my entire life.

I still attempt to make plans, but I’ve learned to write my plans in pencil. I used to have a big eraser near by to fit in God’s plans when they come along. Now that big eraser is worn to a tiny nub.

Jesus’s life wasn’t predictable. Why should I expect mine to be? Especially since I gave God reign and rule of my entire being.

So don’t worry about that poison ivy, but expect the itching to linger more than a week. God has a purpose for that, too.

I just came across another verse in my email that fits here:

1 Peter 5:6-7 “Humble yourselves, then, under God’s mighty hand, so that he will lift you up in his own good time.  Leave all your worries with him, because he cares for you.”

Now I’m wondering when this lifting up will take place. Hopefully before I fall asleep behind the wheel for more than a second and after this wretched itching stops.

Keep smiling.   Wade

Eek is Released to the World October 11th

You read that headline correctly. Eek the mouse (no relation to Mickey) is finally coming out for all y’all to read about and fall in love with. October 11, 2016 is the date he’s been waiting for more than his whole life (which, for a storybook mouse, is a long time).

Discover how God uses a mouse who doesn’t want to be a mouse to be a messenger of the news of why Christmas is so important for every person on the planet. What we do with that news is up to each one of us.

Here’s the trailer for Eek’s Gifts.

Available at your favorite online retailer October 11, 2016. Personal signed copies available here soon.

Keep smiling.   Wade

Can an Old Country Bumpkin Really Succeed Today?

The more I attempt to try new things the more I’m convinced I just need to find a team of folks who know what they’re doing.

Case in point: I recorded my first Facebook Live event last week. I decided to try to get more attention to my crowdfunding campaign by doing this new way of communicating today.

The result? I was taught to always record video on a phone by holding it horizontally. Apparently Facebook never received the same memo. I was so nervous I appeared to be stuck to my wall while I talked at my phone. Not only was I horizontal but the words on the book covers were backwards.

No, nobody new contributed to my campaign.

Another case in point: I just wrote my first LinkedIn post directly on LinkedIn instead of sending a blog post over to them.  When I uploaded a picture of me and my three Christmas books the photo came out upside down. When I couldn’t find a way to upright my down-rightness I ad libbed and added a caption that crowdfunding is a topsy-turvy venture at best.

I did manage to stick the video into the post properly. At least it looked good as I edited it. What it did when it went live I have no control over. That sounds so like my life today.

This post went out several hours later than usual because of…I don’t know why. I scheduled it like I always do, but it missed it’s own schedule with no reason why. Aarrrgh!

God is playing Open-door/Closed -door with Wade these days. I won’t go into specifics. I’m just surprised my nose isn’t much flatter than it actually is.

I worked 70 hours last week for up to four different employers. One of them was actually Mr. Magoo. I would not lie about that fact to my blog followers. He was impressed with how the job looked when I was done. I didn’t have the heart to point out how dirty his glasses were.

The best piece of advice I can give myself these days is: Don’t expect perfection. Just do the best you can.

Jesus warned that each day would have enough trouble of its own. I so wish He was wrong just this one time.

I’m sure there’s a picture of me next to that verse in some translation out there. Not if I tried to put it there, but if someone who has a clue did it then it’s there.

For those of y’all on Facebook expect me to be upright the next time I go live on that social media thingy. I probably won’t get the words out in the proper order, but at least I’m trying.

I know God can fix my blunders and still use them for His glory somehow.

Yeah, He’s still in the miracle business.

That’s good because I can use all the help I can get.

Now to rake up a big pile of leaves so I can crawl under it and take a long winter’s nap.

Keep smiling.   Wade

A Voice From a Fire

“Come along fellas. We need to eat the top of the mountain and work down. Most of you know that.” Moses looked back. The sheep were following him up the trail.

They settled into a high meadow with good grass. The sheep were soon content as they chewed their meal.

A crackling sound caught his attention. Moses squinted up the slope and saw a bush on fire.

He tilted his head. “I’ve seen bushes burn here before, but, where’s the smoke? That can’t be right.”

He walked toward the bush to get a better look.

“Moses. Moses.”

He stopped and looked around. “Yes, I’m here.”

The fire spoke again. “Remove your sandals. The ground you’re standing on is holy ground.”

Moses quickly slid his feet out of his footwear.

“I am the God of your fathers Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.”

Moses raised his cloak up to cover his face. How dare he look at God and expect to live.

“I’ve seen the mistreatment of My people in Egypt. I’ve come to deliver them out of their bondage and return them to the land I promised to Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. You will be My leader for this task.”

Moses stifled a chuckle. “Why me?”

“I will be with you to guide you.”

“When I come to them who shall I say sent me? What is Your name?”

“I AM who I AM. Tell them I AM has sent you, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. It’s time to bring them back to the promised land. Go to the elders of Israel. Tell them to go to Pharaoh and ask for three days to come and worship me. He will not let you go until he sees My power at the cost of his first born. Then you shall ask of your neighbors and they will give you gold, silver and all of their valuables to get rid of you.”

Moses turned to glimpse a bit of the fire. “But, what if the elders don’t believe me. Is there some proof that You spoke to me?”

“What is that in your hand?”

“It’s my walking stick. I use it to guide the sheep sometimes.”

“Drop it on the ground.”

When he did it immediately became a snake. He jumped back.

“Pick it up by the tail.”

Moses approached the snake and grabbed its tail fully expecting it to turn and bite him. Instead it became his staff again. He carefully inspected the top of it. No tongue or eyes were visible.

“If that’s not enough then put your hand in your tunic.

When he did a numbness covered his hand. When he pulled it out it was white like the sheep.

“Now put it back.”

As the hand went into his clothing the numbness left. He pulled it out and made a fist before he straightened his fingers.

“If those aren’t enough you are to dip some water from the Nile and pour it on the ground. When you do it will become blood on the land.”

Moses’s head dropped forward. “But, I’ve never been good with the Hebrew language. I struggle with finding the right words. Please, send someone else.”

“Who made man’s mouth and gave him a language? Your brother, Aaron is on his way here now. Tell him what we talked about. He can speak to the people. You can speak to Pharaoh. I will guide both of you as to what to say.”

When the crackling stopped Moses looked at the bush. Nothing on it looked the least bit charred. Moses made plans to return the sheep to his father-in-law and return to Egypt.

Aaron met him halfway down the mountain.


This ranks up there with one of the most bizarre ways God ever got anyone’s attention.

Ever since then some folks have been looking for their own bush to find God in.

The problem with that approach is they’re looking at the wrong part of this whole ordeal.

God didn’t speak from the bush. God spoke from the fire.

The light from heaven came down to announce the rescue of His people and return them to the land promised to their ancestors.

Moses was chosen to lead this exodus. He tried once before in his own strength.

God now gave the go ahead to Moses with the promise of God’s power to carry it off.

With God timing is everything. Move too soon and you’ll fail. Wait on God and you’ll succeed.

The preparations were well made. Moses knew Egyptian. Aaron knew Hebrew. Together God had a team to carry this massive undertaking off.

Too many people have misapplied this passage to teach Moses was full of excuses of why he wasn’t the man for the job.

There was only one time Moses suggested that and that was after he realized God was right. Then he also realized nobody could lead a couple million people out of the most powerful nation at that time without an all out war.

No, Moses had plenty of time to think this all out since he fled Egypt to save his own life.

My question to you is: are you ready to do your part to lead people to the promised land?

Jesus called us to be a light in the darkness.

The promised land is eternity with God in heaven after we die.

We don’t need a magic stick, a changing hand or water that turns into blood.

We need our testimony of how God changed our own life into something new.

One person at a time is all we’re called on to deliver from bondage.

Jesus’s blood is the detergent that will clean the filthiest life into wool-like white.

The Holy Spirit is the one who ultimately speaks to a person’s heart to see the need of a savior.

It’s our job to give the Spirit something to work with.

Start with your immediate family, then co-workers.

God is calling you to build his kingdom.

Don’t keep making excuses.

I’ll see you later.   Wade

55 Year Old Wade’s Letter to 18 Year Old Wade

Hi Wade

I know you won’t get this in time for it to make a difference. I just feel compelled to write this to me so here goes.

I think I can best give you advice in two word segments.

  1. BRACE YOURSELF. You are in for an incredible journey for your life. Don’t expect routine for very long. You’ll take chances. Go for it! Those experiences will stretch you in ways most folks will never know. In another 15 years I may look back at this and laugh at how appropriate this advice remains in mid-life.
  2. BE CONTENT. You already have the most important thing anybody ever needs in this life. Your personal relationship with God through Jesus Christ will only deepen. Those moves you’ll do will make you depend on God like nobody’s business. A cloud of witnesses is paying attention to you.
  3. REMAIN FAITHFUL. Those two dreams you had of flying will come true when you least expect it. No, you won’t levitate off the ground. You will do something you never thought you’d ever do beginning at the age of 47. Writing will become your passion. Don’t forget what Mr. McHattie taught you.
  4. LOVE DEEPLY. Your heart will be broken by one closest to you. Love with your whole heart anyway. The memories you share won’t be taken from you. Don’t expect someone else to complete you, only Jesus can do that. To know intimacy with a woman on every level is an incredible experience you don’t want to miss.
  5. REACH OUT. You have a good heart. Continue to help those who you’ll never know their name. And when the time comes when you need help don’t hesitate so much to ask for help. That’s when you’ll discover who your true friends are. Other people’s children will cling to you for comfort.
  6. LAUGH OFTEN. Many people will appreciate your sense of humor. You’ll make friends who you never would associate with otherwise. Co-workers will confide in you simply because you broke into their heart with a laugh. Tensions will abate with your wit at the appropriate moment.
  7. STAY CALM. You’ll get a handle on your temper in time. You’ll be told you have a calming affect on others. It’s one of your strong points that will serve you well. Most people don’t have the same anchor you do so use Jesus’s foundation often. The stress you avoid will be worth it.
  8. EXPECT STRUGGLE. The times you experience financial security will be short-lived at best so do your best to hang on. God will provide for you in ways you’ll never imagine. Seasons of manna will be more frequent than anybody would prefer but they’ll build your character and dependence on God.
  9. NEVER QUIT. Your work ethic will be needed and appreciated. Always remember what Pastor Springstead taught about Colossians 3:23. Do everything as if Jesus Christ asked you to do it. You’ll hate that advice at times, but push through those moments. They’ll build you stronger in the long run.
  10. LOOK UP. You’ll spend a lot of time by yourself, but you’ll never be alone. Your heavenly Father loves you something fierce. Never lose sight of that fact. You’ll be brought to your knees frequently. Remember your help comes from above. Strength will come when you need it most.

You’re a good man, Wade. You’re going to impact a lot of lives.

I guess I’m writing this now because I’m on the cusp of a turning point in my life. Now I have my own advice to turn to to keep me on track.

One last piece of advice. PRAY HARD. Don’t be surprised when your first book to be published is a compilation of your prayers. You’ve always had an open line of communication with the Creator of the universe. Encourage others to pray for you because you’ll need it now more than ever.

Thank you in advance.

I’ll see you later.   Wade

Eek’s Gifts Book Trailer

I just completed my first attempt at making a book trailer. Eek will be set loose upon the world next month so I thought I’d do my part to get the world prepared for his adorableness now.

I used several of the illustrations Dyann Joyce created to tell a condensed story of Eek and Aagh.

I’m hoping this will excite more people to give to my Razoo crowdfunding campaign.

I’ve been waiting several years for Eek’s release. The wait is soon to be over.

Here’s the link to the Razoo page in case you think it’s safe to let Eek loose, too.

Keep smiling.   Wade

You Can Have a Major Part in Writing 3 Books

Christmas is right around the corner. It’s getting too close for this author of 3 Christmas books.

As a truck driver over the years I’ve delivered loads of mail, i.e. Christmas Cards and packages; I even spent three days one year delivering fully decorated Christmas trees from a mall to folks who bought them on auction.

This year I get to deliver the most important Christmas gift of all…the good news of God coming down as one of us in the form of a tiny baby. I have it packaged three different ways. A devotional book, a middle-grade story and an adult contemporary story.

There’s only one problem standing in my way at the moment

My dilemma lies in the fact that the three books are ready to be printed. The covers are set. The printing is laid out to fit into a book. The illustrations are even on the right pages for the middle-grade story. Except…I’m too poor to buy my own copies to have available to sell and promote them.

That’s where you come in, my friend. I set up a crowdfunding page at Razoo to see if enough people believe in what I’m writing that they’ll help by donating money to further my writing addiction.

I recorded a video describing the books and a few incentives to spur folks along.

Here’s the link to the funding page for those of you who want to help me deliver the good news this Christmas in three exciting ways.

Pray about how God wants you to become involved. I can’t do this alone. I need you to help me finish “writing” these books.

Thank you in advance. Keep smiling.   Wade

A Final Assurance

Jacob looked at all the carts, sacks of grain and animals before he stared at his sons. Simeon’s face was too sad for a proper reunion. “What is the meaning of all this stuff?”

Benjamin walked up to his dad and grasped Jacob’s shoulders. “Joseph sent them. He wants us to bring you to him.”

Jacob squinted at his youngest son. “What are you talking about? Joseph is dead. I saw his coat myself.”

Judah cleared his throat. “But, there’s a reason you never saw his body.”

Jacob glanced at each pale face of his ten eldest sons. Benjamin guided his father to a bench.

Reuben came over and knelt on one knee. “The man we’ve been dealing with in Egypt is Joseph.”

Jacob pushed back a wave of grief as he stared at his eldest son. “But, you said he was killed by wild animals. How can you know this is Joseph?”

Levi spoke up. “He sat us by birth order for a meal. Nobody in Egypt would know that but Joseph.”

Jacob shook his head. “How would you know Joseph would be in Egypt?”

Reuben placed a hand on Jacob’s thigh. “We sold him to some traders going that way. As far as we knew he was dead by now. But, God has been with him.”

Tears steamed down Jacob’s cheeks as he grabbed Reuben’s hand. “My Joseph is still alive. I shall see him before I die. How soon can we go?”


 When the caravan came to the place Jacob grew up he stopped them to reminisce. Beersheba was empty now. The echoes were all in Israels’s head.

He looked at Reuben. “Bring the strongest bulls here to the altar.’

He stared at Levi. “Bring the best rams. Hurry!”

He grabbed Simeon’s arm. “The best of the goats must be given to God. Find the strongest ones.”

The ground was soon soaked in blood. The sky filled with smoke.

A feast was enjoyed by all that evening.

Laughter and voices filled Jacob’s tent as he laid down for the night. A prayer to God preceded slumber. “We’re leaving the land You promised us. We must, for food and…I must see Joseph again.”

A tear rolled into his beard.

God appeared to Jacob in a dream. “I am the God of your fathers. I will make you into a great nation in Egypt. It’s My plan for you to go there. I will bring you back here again. Joseph will be with you at the end.”


The story of God’s chosen people takes an interesting turn here. The boy who was sold into slavery has risen to the throne of the most powerful nation at the time. To survive the famine the family must go to a foreign land to live.

What would become of the promise of the land?

Would the family stay together?

Is there some way we can stay and live?

These must have been some of the questions floating around Isreal/Jacob’s head. God waited until he was stilled in sleep to speak to him.

God assured the old man he was in His will here. Egypt had a place in this family’s saga.

As I look at the big picture here I see some interesting things regarding prayer.

  1. God spoke to Abraham, Isaac and Jacob several times to guide them. Abraham went to Egypt once then returned to the land. Isaac was stopped by God from going to Egypt. Jacob was forced to Egypt by the worst famine ever imagined.
  2. God never spoke to Joseph directly, nor any of his brothers. Joseph’s boyhood dreams were as close to a divine communication any of them ever received. Yet, God was definitely in every step of each of their lives.
  3. It would be over four centuries until God would reach out to anyone from this family in direct communication. I’m sure several people must have thought God forgot about them during their time of slavery, until the burning bush.

Wherever you are in this spectrum believe God is working in your life, too.

If you’re receiving assurances and open doors then proceed with abandon for God’s kingdom.

If you’re living off past promises then keep plugging along until you see those promises fulfilled.

If you’re surrounded by heart ache and hardships keep taking one step at a time. Your burning bush may come without notice, too.

Living on this side of the cross means God is working differently than He was back then. We can have a relationship they only dreamed of. The indwelling Holy Spirit is alive and active today.

There may still be times of “silence” from God, but He’s still involved.

We have the promises of scripture to spur us on. Let’s use them that way.

God may bless for a season like there’s no tomorrow. Move full steam ahead my friend.

For several generations Jacob’s descendants looked forward to returning to the land promised to Abraham. We, too, are looking forward to a promised land.

Actually, a kingdom awaits us.

Jesus promised His followers that He would build homes for us in that kingdom.

There’s an address book with the names of its occupants.

Our goal is to find as many of those residents as we can.

As soon as the last name is uncovered Jesus will come back and judge those who refuse to believe Him.

If your name is in that book you will reign with Jesus in that kingdom.

Those are the promises we are given, not promises of a great life here and now.

Suffering and heart ache will be normal for us here.

Peace and tranquility will be ours for eternity there.

Build your relationship with God strong now. In other words delight yourself in Him.

Then He will give you the desires of your heart, not your heart’s desires. There’s a difference.

Jacob’s sacrifices showed God where the old man’s heart was.

What sacrifices are you making for your heavenly Father?

Show Him your love. He’ll spur you on, too.

I’ll see you later.   Wade

Military Bootcamps Have Age Restrictions for a Reason

I never enlisted into military service when I was younger. Now, I’m pretty sure I’m “over qualified” to do so.

I say that because they have age restrictions in place to protect the enlistee and the government agency in charge.

Very few 55 year olds can withstand the physical rigors of eight weeks of bootcamp to begin said tour of duty to one’s country.

I’ve discovered a side-effect of getting older is the ability to injure much easier then in one’s youth…and it takes much longer to heal from said ailments.

Bootcamps are designed to two main things.

  1. They increase the strength and endurance of the body of the soldier in question.
  2. They make the mind of the soldier not question the commands of his superior officers without any hesitation.

Lately I feel like I’ve enlisted into God’s bootcamp. His training is unique in that it doesn’t have the age restriction restrictions in place. But, the training can be just as draining as the human military peeps’ requirements.

I’m thinking back to a time when a neighbor of mine, who was my youngest brother’s brother-in-law at the time, came home after his bootcamp experience.

One day they bused everybody out to experience some training or other off base. A mechanical breakdown on the bus returned them back to base much later than anticipated. The following day was scheduled for another training that couldn’t be rescheduled. That meant the recruits had only four hours available to sleep.

When one of the bootcamp-ees pointed this out to his commanding officer the sergeant gave a classic military response, “sleep double-time, soldier.”

I’ve had to learn to sleep quadruple-time in order to keep up with my training lately.

Case in point occurred this past weekend. I accepted an assignment to drive locally beginning Saturday at 7 PM. It lasted over nine hours. I did quite well until the last hour or so. That’s when I hit the wall with fatigue.

When I got home at around 6 AM I decided to just attempt to go to church for both services without a nap or anything. When I caught myself almost falling asleep into my bowl of oatmeal I made an about face on my plans and skipped the first service to catch some z’s.

What sleep deprivation has to do with a writing/speaking ministry I have no clue, but I’m apparently going to find out in the future. Maybe I’ll be doing some intense foreign traveling soon. Stay tuned.

Hebrews 12 points out that God only disciplines those He loves as His sons. God must really love me bunches and bunches. Thanks a bunch Abba God, but can I catch a break for a while? Please?

I found an interesting email when I returned home. It came from the woman who edited Eek’s Gifts for me a couple of years ago. We haven’t stayed in touch very well since then.

Deirdre’s email came just after 4 AM, when I officially hit the wall. She said she woke up and felt the need to pray for me. She wanted to know how things were going for me that she had that reaction.

I thanked her for following the Spirit’s prompting and briefly explained my night. I told her we’ll never know what event was avoided because of her prayer support.

That was before my potential involuntary oatmeal facial.

It’s possible I’m only being allowed to see the proverbial tip of the spiritual iceberg I’m living on at this time.

If that’s the case then I’m calling on all the prayer warriors I can get a hold of.

The enemy loves to hate God’s chosen ones and he doesn’t fight fair to say the least.

I feel like I’m on an uphill climb and the incline just increased.

The more life lines I can find the better.

Thanks in advance.

Keep smiling.   Wade