8 Years and a Life of Danger

When I married Sugar, eight year ago, I had no idea what I was in for. We have been through our fair share of ups and downs and even a little to the sideways. We have lived in several states, both in this country and in our minds (joke) and we have weathered many storms. When we were dating I thought I had an idea of what life would be like with Sugar Kyzer (now Jeffcoat, of course) but man was I in for a surprise.

We are both passionate people. At least I think I am a passionate person. She definitely is. This passion has been the reason why our fights or arguments often last long after the sun has set, and even though we glare at one another by the light of our digital alarm clocks, we love one another for that stubborn passion. I don't believe there is another woman on the planet who could put up with me or who would even volunteer to do so after really getting to know me (just getting to know me is a challenge I am sure). No doubt, I can be difficult and this is putting it lightly.

Sugar is a special woman. Not only does she draw me in with those dark pools of mystery and mischief when she gazes my way, or captivates me with that single dimple, or drive me crazy when she lets her hair hang down and around her face (something about that wild look), but she can share moments with me that no one else ever could. She understands me more than anyone else ever could. She talks with me. She speaks to me with a look. She looks at me with truth. And the truth is I am in love with Sugar Kyzer Jeffcoat.

I am certain the next eight years will be full of both challenging moments and Kodak moments but there is not another person I look more forward to sharing these moments with than my wife.

I love you Sugar.

I don't blog very often so it took me a while to get to this:

Five things I dig about Jesus!

The rules are simple:

1. Those tagged will share 5 things they DIG about Jesus!!
2. Those tagged will tag 5 other bloggers (this doesn't apply if you don't know that many other bloggers!)

Here are my 5:

1. He is the MAN! (Luke 3:22-23)

2. He is the TRUTH! (John 14:6)

3. He has conquered death! (Matthew 5:5-6)

4. He is a simple man with a simple message. (1 Corinthians 2:1-2)

5. He is my friend. (John 15:14)

I tag:

Scott a.k.a. Frank
Kane
Dad
Ben
Brandon

The Pursuit of Love

A couple of weeks ago I spoke to high schoolers about love, better yet, the pursuit of love and how they are to do so and remain pure. Tricky? I think so. I was standing before a group of hormone ravaged boy/girl crazy, horny, barely able to keep their hands to themselves youngsters. And the goal was to convince them that God wants the best for them and that means keeping their clothes on.

It is probably easier to convince the French to actually win a battle instead of retreating but I let the Lord speak through me and I believe something stuck. I believe that these lust filled youngsters may have actually taken a few of my points to heart.

Speaking to young people is definitely a challenge and a calling. There are time when I ask God if this passion he has given me, to work with young people, is not some sort of joke he continues to play on me that I haven't quite figured out. Of course I will continue to get up in front of young people and pour out my heart in hopes that the Lord will use my words and His Word to leave some small impression on their hearts and in their minds.

Funny too, because while I teach young people about all sorts of things from how to find God to pursuing love in a way that pleases God, I myself am sort of pursuing love in that I seek to please God by sharing in his will for others and myself.

Zoom, Zoom, KABOOM!

I have never bought a nice car, whatever that is by any specific definition, and now I guess having a BMW would classify in the nice category. If...

If it wasn't FIFTEEN years old. Hello?

If it didn't jerk, jive, vibrate, sputter, surge, etc...

If the sun roof WORKED.

If the driver's inside door handle was not almost a separate accessory.

If the tires had tread.

If the seats were not dry and cracked.

If it got better than about twelve miles per gallon no matter how I drive it.

Don't get me wrong. I like my car. The 1992 BMW 325i is my project car and perhaps one day it will be a nice car, but until then I am puttering through traffic on a prayer.