Saturday, May 16, 2009

Ain't no kindaho in Chindaho

Life has been full of activity this month. And fortunately packed with kid time. The first weekend was my cousin/godson's 1st communion. Because of the way the church runs it's program I was somewhat trapped into taking communion, although I have never done so in a catholic church before. As far as I know there were no casualities due to it :)


Austin and I

The following weekend I watched Austin and his brother Kevin who turns 13 in just a couple of days. Spending time with them is always a joy and we laugh unceasingly. Quite often we make up our own jokes and then continue to build on them. Austin is Mr. daredevil, go at full speed all the time. (Have you seen Bolt? Picture Rhino's energy in a 7 year old boy) Kevin is more laid back, quiet and extremely creative. For Mother's Day he made 54 origami hearts, wrote something on each one and organized them all in a heart on the table for his mom. We went bowling one afternoon and I lost to both of them.... with bumpers! Bowling has never been my thing. They were gloating over the fact that they beat me.


Sometimes I just can't resist

Finally, today I ran my first race ever. A 10k. My goal was to finish in under 1:15. Last weekend I sprained my ankle playing tag with the boys, so I wasn't sure if I'd be able to run. Thankfully it healed in time. The weather was cool and thankfully it didn't rain. The only bad thing was it had poured all night so the trail portions of the race were mudpits. And at one point I thought I got off the course and so I backtracked a little but it turns out I was on the course. So I did end up running a little more than I needed to. The last 2 km were hard, my legs felt like rubber and my head hurt but I pushed on. But I still came in right at 1:15!

Saturday, May 2, 2009


Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishment the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.

- William Ernest Henley

Sometimes life just beats us up. There's more rain than sun. More hurts than highs.
These words touch a deep place. But on our own we won't make it through. I am not the master of of my own fate nor captain of my soul. I gave that spot to the Maker of the Universe. His direction and foresight are incredibly good! It's because of Him that I harbor an UNCONQUERABLE SOUL.

Life's strorms will not win the battle over me!