Went for a 3.1 mile run this morning. Not bad. But don’t ask about the time. It wasn’t impressive. However, my body could go much farther if my wind could. What’s the deal? I’ve spent much of my life building my wind for trumpet playing and singing.
I was thinking about this while panting my way through the last mile when I pondered the difference in breathing for musical performance and breathing for long distance racing (yes, 3.1 miles is long distance to me – no wise cracks please). I’ve trained my body for quick inhalation and long exhalation for sustained notes. My body is used to having my lungs full of air and using the oxygen over a long period of time. When I run, I obviously breathe faster and my body needs to process the oxygen at a quicker rate. So, has my training for trumpet playing and singing made breathing for running harder? Are they mutually exclusive or can I get better?
Or, am I just making excuses for being out of shape?
Be honest, but not cruel.
Man we missed worshiping with our MeadowBrook family last week. This Sunday is packed as we begin our Resurrection Celebration. There will be children, a drum line, and the usual worship leaders at MeadowBrook. Come and celebrate! Here’s the lineup:
Prepare Ye the Way (choir)
Holy Holy Holy (Hosanna)
After Randy brings the Word we will celebrate the Lord’s Supper. Come on and let’s worship.
My boy is in the 1st grade. On Monday he decided to read a 217 page 5th grade level book.
He did it. In one day. Then, he asked his teacher if he could test on it for Accelerated Reader points. He made a 90 and earned 3 AR points. I don’t think I read that many pages in one day until I was in seminary. Really.
That’s my boy.
Man, what a great week it was. There were many hours on the road, which was not good for Sonya’s back. But while we were there, the time was sweet. I think the things I value most are changing as I get older. I used to measure each trip/vacation by the rides and the thrills. Now I look forward to the relationships. Here’s what meant the most to me last week:
- Trips to Panera: not only because we don’t have one here in Gadsden, but because of time with Sonya and our friends. Thanks for the time Annette. Thank you for listening and sharing your heart. Thank you Jonathan and Carrie, for giving your time and laughing and cutting up. Thank you Tony and Maxine for watching the kids while I got away with my wife. I needed that time with my best friend.
Sonya and Annette
Me and Jonathan – please notice the matching sunglasses (just purchased at Ross)
Sonya and Carrie – and Panera
- Shooting the BB pistol with Brotey and Papa: Brotey’s first lessons in firearm safety. He hit the Purex bottle many times. He also pointed the gun at us several times but he’ll learn.
- The Wednesday trip to Urgent Care with Victoria’s toe.
- Thursday at the park: spinning the kids so fast on the merry-go-round that some parents got nervous while Sonya reconnected with an old friend. Now our kids are good friends with her kids. A great friendship now extending to the second generation.
- Friday night, very tired, ready for bed, talking with my two oldest girls: I really just sat and listened. They talked for about an hour and a half. Oh my body wanted to fall asleep but I wanted to sit all night. I can’t remember all of it, but what I do remember is that they talked to me. Me. I hope they always do that.
- Family who will drive 30 minutes, 1 hour, or 2 hours to visit: thanks guys, it was great to see you all.
- The final stop at Krispy Kreme for the Hot Donuts Now.
Yeah, I’m getting all sappy. Better hang up now.
God has been moving in our services lately. I don’t know if it’s because He is calling more, people are seeking more, or both. But whatever the reason, it’s very exciting. So come this Sunday seeking. Come expecting. Here’s what we’ll sing:
Hallelujah, God is Here
Better Than Life
Amazing Grace (My Chains Are Gone)
Through the Fire (choir)
Man it’s gonna be a great day. I can’t wait.
Brotey sat and watched School House Rock videos for at least an hour last week. It feels so good to share bits of my childhood with our children.
It’s funny, even with new technology and much better graphics, the old stuff still works. I guess there’s no school like the old school.