My Guy

First of all, I would like to say that I am an avid people watcher. I always have been. I think that I always will be. I don't know when I first realized that people were funny. Really funny. The funniest things in life to me (as I chuckle) are the everyday real life experiences like the lady the other day that was texting and fell right into the fountain at the mall (youtube it). There is no movie line funnier to me than the day that Makayla said that Mom uses lots of toilet paper because she has a BIG bum. Not even anything in Tommy Boy. I think that people are funny, and I think that's why I just love to be around people so much.
The funny thing about people though, is that if you ask, they will always tell you of something that they don't like about them self. Something is too big, too little, sticks out too much, or someone has something somewhere that no one else does!? Most people always have something that they would love to change about them. I wouldn't mind if I were 4 or 5 inches taller. But, I'm not. There is also something about everyone that they love about them self. They may not tell you right away, but if you work on them a bit, they'll tell you. Sometimes that something is obvious. Take my wife for instance. Today, as she was leaving for church, she made my heart stutter by how great she looked. I count myself lucky how I get to make out with the Assistant Nursery leader at church frequently. Actually, a lot.

I'm here to confess something about myself that I am most proud of.

As I have aged a bit, slowly I have noticed my body make some subtle changes. I've noticed that I can't jet by guys on the basketball court with ease as I use to. That's OK, because I have become more proficient with my 3 point shot. I've noticed that sometimes even a glass of water can give me gas. I don't know how, but it just can. But also, that's OK because I have kids now that sometimes think it's funny. But another thing about me that I've noticed that happens to most men is the receding hairline. This was a bit concerning to me because there really is no redeeming quality that I could find . . . until recently. It seems that with all the recedingness that that has occurred, that there was one little guy, right where my hairline use to be that has refused to accept defeat. There he is, where all of his buddies have long gave up the ghost previously, refusing to lose. I love that guy.

I see him in the mirror in the mornings and I tell him to hang in there and how proud I am of him. I admire his courage and it inspires me throughout the day. I think of his determination to defy natural law, and make his will the rule of the day. Everyday. He is who I want to be each day.

There is one thing that I have noticed about people though. It's that if there is something obvious that is great about someone, there is always someone else who can't accept that you may have a better___ than them, and they will want to tear you down. I think it's human nature. It's sad, but it happens.

The other night as I cuddled up to my Assistant Nursery leader at church while watching a movie, all of a sudden I felt what seemed like a quick pin prick on my forehead. It all happened so fast, and before I could react or do anything about it, "my guy" was plucked right out of my head! How could she do this? He has been such a survivor! Why was she so jealous of "my guy". Where to find the drive to be great tomorrow? The determination?

I know "my guy". He'll be back. This is just a minor set back, and when he does come back, it will only feed the fire to show the world how great he is; which, in turn, will only make me better.

I can't wait. This is going to be so good.