I will be the first to admit that I was a little more than dissapointed when the quarterback of my Chicago Bears would not return in the second half of this past Sunday's game. I looked into his eyes on the sideline and saw no life, they were glazed over, lifeless even. The spray of the camera in his direction showed him in a coat not limping just standing. The only emotion he showed is when the Bears scored on a Hayney pass bringing the Bears within seven. I thought he was a coward.
Ok, so the media is going nuts on their reporting of his heart, passion, and overall desire to win the biggest game going on to an ultimate stage that would make his young career BIG. Not to mention he was playing against our most hated rival. Sure, it is being said that he strained his MCL. Ok so the guy has a strained knee ligament, not torn but strained. Could he have played on the knee? Sure, but I am also a supporter of medical staff making the decisions. They extend the playing life of our teams figureheads. They are not just high school trainers who tape an injury. They are doctors paid to make the correct diagnosis in the best interest of their players.
I wanted my team to win just as badly as any die-hard Bears fan. But come on, what are the players around the league spouting off about? Scripture tells us about the dangers of the tongue. It's a poweful weapon. Now, look at Jone-Drew, back peddling as fast as he can for what he twittered. Maybe he should have used his forefinger and thumb to put a clamp on the twittering tongue. It would have made it impossible for his ill intentioned fingers to tap the keys without control.
So, why's it so easy to play judge and jury of a man? Because we all think we know better than anyone else. The media swings wildly with their swords in the form of reporting in hopes to draw blood into the water for the sharks of the mass public to increase the size of their own wallets. So my time of eating crow was breif because while I posted my irritation on facebook, but still faithfully love the Bears. I will support Jay, but remain critical as a fan should. But I think we all should take a lesson from the scripture or fall of other men who opened their mouths prematurely in an effort to gain some attention.
Blessings to you Jay...
A Die Hard Bears Fan
Mike III, AKA: Big Daddy
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
A good DADDY
Scripture tells us to raise up our children in the way thay should go, and they will not depart from it when they are old...
I watched and episode of "Bones" tonight as I was finalizing my teaching for the Children's Service tomorrow (now since it's 12:30 am). At the end of the episode Booth is talking about one of his military missions where he had to take out a dictator who was killing groups of people, full families. He was at his location waiting for the dictator to move. His intel stated that it was a birthday party for the dictators son. Booth took the shot killing the dictator. The son was there witnessing it on his birthday. Booth then said that the boy didn't know who his daddy really was, but instead just loved him as "daddy."
Was that man a good daddy? Did the alternate life he lead make him a bad daddy? Many of us would say yes!
Who am I as a daddy? Do I live an alternate life? Do my kids know who their daddy really is? I would like to think that they do. I have no dilusions about myself at all... I know the areas in which I struggle. I am not proud of those things that make me less honorable. The fact is while I know we all have faults and we are all flawed, my children deserve to know their daddy. The sad part is that I am very transparent with the youth that I serve through work and ministry. There are moments that I draw deep within myself. I am silent and sit not seeing or realizing the things that are going on around me. Everything is a blurr as I sit and evaluate. I usually come to, when my wife or children nudge me. Then my surroundings come a live and all the sounds are sharp and clear not muffled from intense self involvement.
I want to be a good daddy. My children are growing quickly, and now we have another on the way. My oldest child is currently five years old. Looking back over the years and evaluating myself as her daddy, I am ashamed to say, I have not done well much of the time.
My wife and I had a conversation about how I treat Gabby and Gracie. Her perception is that I treat our five year old differently than our three year old. Sure I do. But from my perspective it is not negative. Gabby is five going on 17. She extremely intelligent for her age. I don't "baby talk" with her. Maybe my expectations are to high, and I get a little more frustrated than I should. There are times when I catch myself when I have expected to much.
The thing about me is that, I punish myself and in doing so I punish myelf far more than I probably should. I am blessed to have children that are well behaved. Even with an agressive three year old and a five year old that is a princess. Sure there are the initial fights between the two, but for the greater part is calm...
Am I alone in missing the times when I have been less than a good daddy? I do think we all need to accept the perceptions of others. I consider everything brought to my attention, maybe not at the moment, but always do consider what is being said. Tonight my five year old told mommy something very profound in the form of a question. Daddy and mommy had a disagreement, nothing that escalated to any level of raised voices. But, my five year old could tell we didn't agree. As they lay in bed talking and praying, Gabby asked her momme, "Mommy does Jesus like it when you and daddy don't get along?" Mommy replied, "No, He doesn't." "Jesus died for our sins, so when mommy and daddy fight Jesus is dieing for you and daddy." Gabby replied...
Ouch! Tell me that is not profound. Her understanding of Jesus at five years old, while with the simplicity of a five year old, is more profound than anything I have ever heard. Talk about conviction and an eye opening experience!!
So am I a good daddy? I have my moments, but tonight my eyes were opened to the fact that I am not nearly where I should be.
Maybe it's time I take the wisdom of my child and apply it. Every time I sin, Jesus is being crucified. He sacrificed himself for our sins, but the pain of that sacrifice is as real as the day it happened every time we consiously and subconciously sin. His scars re-open...
I hope my experience helps you, but I am concerned about myself. My prayer is that I will continue to change knowing God will complete the work He has started in me...
Blessings,
Mike III AKA: Big Daddy
I watched and episode of "Bones" tonight as I was finalizing my teaching for the Children's Service tomorrow (now since it's 12:30 am). At the end of the episode Booth is talking about one of his military missions where he had to take out a dictator who was killing groups of people, full families. He was at his location waiting for the dictator to move. His intel stated that it was a birthday party for the dictators son. Booth took the shot killing the dictator. The son was there witnessing it on his birthday. Booth then said that the boy didn't know who his daddy really was, but instead just loved him as "daddy."
Was that man a good daddy? Did the alternate life he lead make him a bad daddy? Many of us would say yes!
Who am I as a daddy? Do I live an alternate life? Do my kids know who their daddy really is? I would like to think that they do. I have no dilusions about myself at all... I know the areas in which I struggle. I am not proud of those things that make me less honorable. The fact is while I know we all have faults and we are all flawed, my children deserve to know their daddy. The sad part is that I am very transparent with the youth that I serve through work and ministry. There are moments that I draw deep within myself. I am silent and sit not seeing or realizing the things that are going on around me. Everything is a blurr as I sit and evaluate. I usually come to, when my wife or children nudge me. Then my surroundings come a live and all the sounds are sharp and clear not muffled from intense self involvement.
I want to be a good daddy. My children are growing quickly, and now we have another on the way. My oldest child is currently five years old. Looking back over the years and evaluating myself as her daddy, I am ashamed to say, I have not done well much of the time.
My wife and I had a conversation about how I treat Gabby and Gracie. Her perception is that I treat our five year old differently than our three year old. Sure I do. But from my perspective it is not negative. Gabby is five going on 17. She extremely intelligent for her age. I don't "baby talk" with her. Maybe my expectations are to high, and I get a little more frustrated than I should. There are times when I catch myself when I have expected to much.
The thing about me is that, I punish myself and in doing so I punish myelf far more than I probably should. I am blessed to have children that are well behaved. Even with an agressive three year old and a five year old that is a princess. Sure there are the initial fights between the two, but for the greater part is calm...
Am I alone in missing the times when I have been less than a good daddy? I do think we all need to accept the perceptions of others. I consider everything brought to my attention, maybe not at the moment, but always do consider what is being said. Tonight my five year old told mommy something very profound in the form of a question. Daddy and mommy had a disagreement, nothing that escalated to any level of raised voices. But, my five year old could tell we didn't agree. As they lay in bed talking and praying, Gabby asked her momme, "Mommy does Jesus like it when you and daddy don't get along?" Mommy replied, "No, He doesn't." "Jesus died for our sins, so when mommy and daddy fight Jesus is dieing for you and daddy." Gabby replied...
Ouch! Tell me that is not profound. Her understanding of Jesus at five years old, while with the simplicity of a five year old, is more profound than anything I have ever heard. Talk about conviction and an eye opening experience!!
So am I a good daddy? I have my moments, but tonight my eyes were opened to the fact that I am not nearly where I should be.
Maybe it's time I take the wisdom of my child and apply it. Every time I sin, Jesus is being crucified. He sacrificed himself for our sins, but the pain of that sacrifice is as real as the day it happened every time we consiously and subconciously sin. His scars re-open...
I hope my experience helps you, but I am concerned about myself. My prayer is that I will continue to change knowing God will complete the work He has started in me...
Blessings,
Mike III AKA: Big Daddy
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Dream Catcher
Above is the Native American "dream catcher." I have been interested in this thing for years. My curiosity about Native American History has fueled the dive headfirst into studying their traditions and beliefes, not to mention the way they lived and survived.
Last night our first Bible Study was suitably applied to my life. I have been trying to make my dream a reality for ten years. For whatever reason, mostly being God moving us on to a new location the dream could not become reality. It didn't stop me from agressively attempting to make it that though. So, because of my efforts to make my dream real, I have files full of contacts, information, designs, floor plans, vision/misson statements and core values, programs we will offer, and salaries with detailed job descriptions for all staff. Over the years my dream has grown bigger and bigger. It is easy to say it is well beyond what I can accomplish on my own.
So, my dream-To have a Youth Center... No, this isn't the typical youth center with just fun activities to merely get the teens involved in something other than drugs, alcohol, and premarital sex. It's much much bigger than that. It serves a profound puprose to reach out to the children and teens of the community in a relivant way offer just as relevant programs for their lives.
After moving to Nome the dream and vision grew more. Working with Office of Children's Services I have seen first hand the lack of services offered. So my dream/vision has grown to offer many of those services. I don't plan on working with Office of Children's Services for the rest of my life. This is a temporary stop to making my dream a reality. In fact, part of my dream is to be able to run the Youth Center full time with a staff for the various departments and programs we will run.
Now, sharing my dream in it's entirity would take much more time and effort, like a painter putting the paint to the canvas, creating a clear picture. What I want to share with you more than this is that we are dreamers.
This is what God created us to be. Some are dreamers more than others. Many do not put foot to grownd to live out their dreams and are in fact, ruled by fear justifying why they shouldn't go in that direction. Does God want us to live our dreams? I believe He does. I believe as scripture says He wants to give us the desires of our hearts. Why work a job to pay the bills where you live out a life miserable and continue to dream of something better, that would make you much happier? Doesn't really make much sense does it?!
Fear guides us in many ways. Fear that we don't have the money, fear that our dream once a reality will no longer hold the value it now does, fear that we will fail and our dream will shatter. As I agressivey persue my dream to make it a reality, I am driven by more than the dream. I am driven by making a difference. By reaching out to these kids and teens and having an impact on their families through them. I am driven by offering what they do not have to make them better people, citizens of their community, and giving them the tools to be successful men and women. I am driven to create a safe environment that will inspire them to greatness. Being driven to do something that is soo far beyond me, makes me rely on God all the more to see it become a reality...
God wants us to dream. He wants us to live our dreams no matter what they are. My paryer for you today is that you reach out beyond your fears and live your dream. Don't give up because of lack of money or support... Strive to make them all a reality...
Blessings,
Mike III AKA: BigDaddy
Monday, January 10, 2011
Love is a sacrifice
The love of my life: Skating Rink Nome Alaska 2011
The love of my life, my best friend, and my always and forever... I have come to know many things about love. One of those things is that Love is a sacrifice... Not as extreme as Romeo and Juliet, but a sacrifice just the same. When you are truly "in love," you sacrifce many times your own dreams and always put the "one" you are in love with before yourself (always).
The darker side of sacrifice is that we are human and make mistake after mistake hurting that person, the love of your life!! Time and again when we hurt that person, we find that we know there is a choice. The choice to forgive. The fear that resides in us all that are lucky enough to have that person forgive is that one question: When will that forgiveness run out? See the sad truth is, because we are human there is always an end.. There is always the point that comes when enough is enough...
I have been blessed with a queen that has forgiven me time and again, and I don't want to push to the end... I can honestly say that I am deeply "in love" with her. As corney as it may sound to quote a movie, (which I do often) She completes me...
I can say with full confidence that there is non like her on this planet. She is the most caring, humble, and happy peson I have ever met. While she is a "social butterfly" that stretches me to be more social, people are drawn to her because she truly cares about what others are saying. Most times I have to pull her away so our kids can get to bed on time.
There is much that I love about her. The talent she has with computer graphics and any form of art her hand touches, her love for our children, her weird sense of humor, the clothing piled high in our bedroom (irritating, but I love her for it), her scatter brained times, willingness to give the bennifit of the doubt to anyone, and most important - her love for God.. The list could go on and on. Her passion inspires me, her love for others stretches me, who she is makes me a better man...
While reality says that I fall very short and most times am a total failure, it's my desire to be the man she inspires me to be and the man God has destined for me to become. I spend many hours in prayer asking Jesus to help me to be that man and complete the work He started in me. I can't begin to express how foreign the new me is... I can't tell you how helpless I am when I can't understand her pain or help to heal it.
What stands out more than anything is that she has made the bigger sacrifice. He sacrificed a life of financial success and excitement to be with me. She chose me (God only knows why), as you can see from the picture above, she is my beauty and I am in fact, the lowly beast!
I hope and pray you have found and will find that person you are willing to sacrifice all for...
Note to "A":
Hey boo, I love you so very much. I don't say it enough and when I do, I still feel like I need to say it more... Thank you for loving me, even when you had every reason to run. I will be deeply and hopelessly "in love" with you until the day Jesus takes me home!
Always and Forever!!
Blessings,
Mike III AKA: Big Daddy
Friday, January 7, 2011
Coulda, Shoulda, Woulda
Man, life is full of coulda, shoulda, woulda's...
I work as a Social Worker, and currently have been dealing with transporting a kid that I am the secondary on. Being secondary means your hands are tied in details they normally wouldn't be. Now I can't share all of the information because of privacy policies, and really don't care to share all of that. But, because of the actions of others and how this child has been dealt with the thought of shoudla, woulda, coulda kept coming to mind. Over and over I kept hearing we coulda or we shoulda...
Isn't that how life works? I coulda cleaned that mess up instead of yelling at my kids... I shoulda paid the bill on time instead of getting mad at the collectors for calling and spending the money on something I didn't need... I woulda made sure I told my wife I love her...
What about "I coulda went to church, I shoulda spent time in God's word instead of taking other books on priority, I woulda prayed more if I would have been able to give God complete control."
Life is full of the shoulda, woulda, coulda... What are you doing with these words?
Blessings,
Mike III AKA: Big Daddy
I work as a Social Worker, and currently have been dealing with transporting a kid that I am the secondary on. Being secondary means your hands are tied in details they normally wouldn't be. Now I can't share all of the information because of privacy policies, and really don't care to share all of that. But, because of the actions of others and how this child has been dealt with the thought of shoudla, woulda, coulda kept coming to mind. Over and over I kept hearing we coulda or we shoulda...
Isn't that how life works? I coulda cleaned that mess up instead of yelling at my kids... I shoulda paid the bill on time instead of getting mad at the collectors for calling and spending the money on something I didn't need... I woulda made sure I told my wife I love her...
What about "I coulda went to church, I shoulda spent time in God's word instead of taking other books on priority, I woulda prayed more if I would have been able to give God complete control."
Life is full of the shoulda, woulda, coulda... What are you doing with these words?
Blessings,
Mike III AKA: Big Daddy
Monday, January 3, 2011
Something to Believe in
Psalms 40:1-3
I waited patiently for God to help me; then He listened and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the pit of despair, out from the bog and the mire, and set my feet on a hard, firm path and steadied me as I walked along. He has given me a new song to sing, of praises to our God. Now many will hear of the glorious things He did for me, and stand in awe before the Lord, and put their trust in Him.
I run into so many who are search of something to give their life meaning. They search everywhere without fail, most times creating nothing but a hopeless existence and living unhappy. They surround themselves with "things" that bring temporary entertainment. They don't know the real meaning of pleasure for all the pleasure they seek is temporary. In times of struggle they either blame God or run to Him. When He gives them aid they forget quickly the one who gave it and return to the same old pattern of self-distruction. Isn't this the definition of insanity? Doing the same thing over and over expecting different results!
I have been raised in a Pastors home. I have been exposed to all the good and bad of Christianity. I too have struggled and searched for some sort of meaning in a life of hopelessness. Christianity in itself is not the motivation of a life of happiness. In fact, this can cause more problems. A life of happiness is self-devotion to Christ Jesus, not to Christianity. I am not one who is proud to say I am a Christian, I am in fact proud to say I am a follower of Christ. He has given me the answers that I have needed. Even when there seems to be no answer, He fills me with total peace. The search for a relevant meaning to my life has brought me to one conclusion. It has stared me in the face all my life. I have ran from it without understanding. I have been an active participant in my own self-distructive patterns. I have filled my life with meaningless and passing pleasure. While I was a "good kid", never partied, had mulitple sex partners, or done any drugs, I partook of other fleating pleasures. I took joy and brining physical pain to others and loved when a physical altercation found me. I fought in my flesh and in my spirit. I consumed myself with being the best at what ever I put my hand to, and most times excelled.
It was all fleeting.. Scripture says ... everything is a passing in the wind. This is completely true! Nothing we have is constant. There is no peace in the material things we posess. There is no peace or true happiness in a nice car, money, or other indulgances. It ALL passes away in time. Money comes and goes, alcohol is consumed and evacuates the body in some very discusting ways. Most relationships evaporate as quickly as they arrive. Work is just that, "work." None of these things bring true happiness.
If you are searching for meaning, a purpose to your life, then all you and I have to do is open our eyes to what has been staring us in the face all our lives. The answer is the never failing, never ending, always abundant and unexplainable love of Jesus. It has become a negative action to share your belief in Christ. Separation of Church and State has gone to far. Respect for those who hold Spiritual leadership positions has failed. The Holy Word says that if we deny Christ before man, He will deny us before the Father in Heaven.
Open your eyes, join the family that will never fail you. QUIT running and allow the love of God to replace the love of things that are always fleeting.
Make this New Year, a year of change...
Happy New Year and Blessings,
Mike III AKA: Big Daddy
I waited patiently for God to help me; then He listened and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the pit of despair, out from the bog and the mire, and set my feet on a hard, firm path and steadied me as I walked along. He has given me a new song to sing, of praises to our God. Now many will hear of the glorious things He did for me, and stand in awe before the Lord, and put their trust in Him.
I run into so many who are search of something to give their life meaning. They search everywhere without fail, most times creating nothing but a hopeless existence and living unhappy. They surround themselves with "things" that bring temporary entertainment. They don't know the real meaning of pleasure for all the pleasure they seek is temporary. In times of struggle they either blame God or run to Him. When He gives them aid they forget quickly the one who gave it and return to the same old pattern of self-distruction. Isn't this the definition of insanity? Doing the same thing over and over expecting different results!
I have been raised in a Pastors home. I have been exposed to all the good and bad of Christianity. I too have struggled and searched for some sort of meaning in a life of hopelessness. Christianity in itself is not the motivation of a life of happiness. In fact, this can cause more problems. A life of happiness is self-devotion to Christ Jesus, not to Christianity. I am not one who is proud to say I am a Christian, I am in fact proud to say I am a follower of Christ. He has given me the answers that I have needed. Even when there seems to be no answer, He fills me with total peace. The search for a relevant meaning to my life has brought me to one conclusion. It has stared me in the face all my life. I have ran from it without understanding. I have been an active participant in my own self-distructive patterns. I have filled my life with meaningless and passing pleasure. While I was a "good kid", never partied, had mulitple sex partners, or done any drugs, I partook of other fleating pleasures. I took joy and brining physical pain to others and loved when a physical altercation found me. I fought in my flesh and in my spirit. I consumed myself with being the best at what ever I put my hand to, and most times excelled.
It was all fleeting.. Scripture says ... everything is a passing in the wind. This is completely true! Nothing we have is constant. There is no peace in the material things we posess. There is no peace or true happiness in a nice car, money, or other indulgances. It ALL passes away in time. Money comes and goes, alcohol is consumed and evacuates the body in some very discusting ways. Most relationships evaporate as quickly as they arrive. Work is just that, "work." None of these things bring true happiness.
If you are searching for meaning, a purpose to your life, then all you and I have to do is open our eyes to what has been staring us in the face all our lives. The answer is the never failing, never ending, always abundant and unexplainable love of Jesus. It has become a negative action to share your belief in Christ. Separation of Church and State has gone to far. Respect for those who hold Spiritual leadership positions has failed. The Holy Word says that if we deny Christ before man, He will deny us before the Father in Heaven.
Open your eyes, join the family that will never fail you. QUIT running and allow the love of God to replace the love of things that are always fleeting.
Make this New Year, a year of change...
Happy New Year and Blessings,
Mike III AKA: Big Daddy
Moving Snow
If I had a picture to show you how much snow I had to move on Sunday morning you may reconsider your complaints on how much snow you get where you live. I have without a doubt have moved more snow early in the mornings than most people move in the lower 48 all winter long. I'm not complaining, partly because it's a good workout, partly because I love snow, and partly because it has opened my eyes to some relevant life issues...
What could moving snow have to do with relevance of life issues? Well anything we put our hands to in life is relevant to the issues we face. There is nothing we do that should be done without dedication and resolve for purpose. Beyond that moving the amounts of snow that I did on just Sunday morning to get the parking lot cleared at our church, allowed an opening for a thought to come crashing into the forefront of my mind.
That thought was this: With every thrust of the oversized shovel that resembles a huge pankace scoop can be compared to my spiritual life. The reality is, any act we perform can be directly linked to our spiritual condition. I mean, there wasn't happiness to be up at 7 am moving thousands of pounds of snow while the wind blew drifts into the exact place I had just cleared. There wasn't joy for the service I was doing for my church and the people who would walk through the doors of the church that morning. In fact, I was a little irritated that the possibility existed that no one would show up for church at all making the burning eyes and muscles a waste of time.
Then I thought, which may very well have been the Holy Spirit, this is the same thing God does for us. He continually moves the things out of the way that keep us from serving Him faithfully. When every area He has cleared is filled in by another drift of mess to distract us, He patiently removes it again. He clears the path that we allow to get filled in. He is gentle and precise with his removal process. He cuts a perfect path for us to follow during the storms of life and lights them for us so we can see clearly. He needs no heavey coat, gloves, or stocking hat. There is no need for coveralls and big heavey boots, nor does any sweat brake and run down his face. His eyes don't burn from the blowing mess. He clears the mess from the storm out of the way time and time again. Yet we allow drifts to fill the cleared areas making it all the more possible for us to get lost on our way out the door.
I do believe in the relevance of all our actions to teach us something we need to know about our lives. Why do we get lost? Why do we get burned out, stressed out, and desire to roll over throwing the covers over our head and sleep through our time with Him..? Because from time to time it's easier than giving the effort to have a relationship that willl help keep the path cleared. It's not easey to moves snow and clear a path. Especially where I live. Drifts of over five feet on top of the 10 inches that fell, makes for a heavey load. But our hearts condition as we complete the task is more important than the task it'self.
Blessings,
Mike III, AKA: Big Daddy
What could moving snow have to do with relevance of life issues? Well anything we put our hands to in life is relevant to the issues we face. There is nothing we do that should be done without dedication and resolve for purpose. Beyond that moving the amounts of snow that I did on just Sunday morning to get the parking lot cleared at our church, allowed an opening for a thought to come crashing into the forefront of my mind.
That thought was this: With every thrust of the oversized shovel that resembles a huge pankace scoop can be compared to my spiritual life. The reality is, any act we perform can be directly linked to our spiritual condition. I mean, there wasn't happiness to be up at 7 am moving thousands of pounds of snow while the wind blew drifts into the exact place I had just cleared. There wasn't joy for the service I was doing for my church and the people who would walk through the doors of the church that morning. In fact, I was a little irritated that the possibility existed that no one would show up for church at all making the burning eyes and muscles a waste of time.
Then I thought, which may very well have been the Holy Spirit, this is the same thing God does for us. He continually moves the things out of the way that keep us from serving Him faithfully. When every area He has cleared is filled in by another drift of mess to distract us, He patiently removes it again. He clears the path that we allow to get filled in. He is gentle and precise with his removal process. He cuts a perfect path for us to follow during the storms of life and lights them for us so we can see clearly. He needs no heavey coat, gloves, or stocking hat. There is no need for coveralls and big heavey boots, nor does any sweat brake and run down his face. His eyes don't burn from the blowing mess. He clears the mess from the storm out of the way time and time again. Yet we allow drifts to fill the cleared areas making it all the more possible for us to get lost on our way out the door.
I do believe in the relevance of all our actions to teach us something we need to know about our lives. Why do we get lost? Why do we get burned out, stressed out, and desire to roll over throwing the covers over our head and sleep through our time with Him..? Because from time to time it's easier than giving the effort to have a relationship that willl help keep the path cleared. It's not easey to moves snow and clear a path. Especially where I live. Drifts of over five feet on top of the 10 inches that fell, makes for a heavey load. But our hearts condition as we complete the task is more important than the task it'self.
Blessings,
Mike III, AKA: Big Daddy
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