Serve by Design

Karter Andrew, our seventh grade and handsome second-born grandson, lives with his parents, an older brother, and a little sister in beautiful New Mexico. He loves sports, pestering his siblings, and enjoys chasing around all five of the household dogs! Karter recently made an interesting observation. He asked his dad, “Have you noticed that when you call Sophie (the family’s six-year-old Golden Doodle), the other dogs follow her?” His dad, Reece, replied, “That’s FOMO.,” and you know what that means! Karter admitted, “I actually don’t!” (I also agreed!) Reece explained, “FOMO is an acronym for the “Fear Of Missing Out!” Follow the Leader! This abbreviation is short for a mental and emotional state that arises from being anxious about what might be going on around a person due to non-involvement. I cannot tell you how often this simple question, “What are you doing?” has come up in day-to-day family life. You will hear this inquiry coming from a curious, and in many instances, a younge

Our New Mexico rental car these days has made our travel a little more conspicuous than we’re accustomed to! This time, Enterprise put us behind the wheel of a snazzy Dodge Charger for the next two weeks. Back in the day, we proudly owned a plain white two-door 1973 Charger SE with vinyl top and rear quarter opera windows. While it only had a 318 V-8 engine, it had as much power as needed and took us over 200,000 miles! This rental is a 2023 model with an Octane Red Pearlcoat exterior and black rims, accents, and interior. The 6.2-liter V-8 qualifies for “muscle” and jumps to sixty mph a lot quicker than my number one passenger is comfortable with. 😊 I have been trying to hold it back because I know, as a law enforcement chaplain, that the red color, along with the faster acceleration tends to attract unwanted attention! I am doing some chauffeuring during this visit. The boys have noted that there are a lot of heads turning as we pull up to the school drop-off locations. The grand

Wash day is Saturday morning at our house. I returned from a morning meeting  at church to see a curious sight on the kitchen counter. It was a wadded-up Kleenex or two along with this note printed on masking tape that said, “We need to do a DNA test on this surprise…” I suspect that Mrs. K. already had a good idea who had tucked this little problem into his mowing shorts and had forgotten to remove it before the wash!😉 "It's Not Mine!" We were extremely lucky this time that the tissue had held together through the wash and dry cycles. Usually, after such a disaster like this, we have had to sort through our laundered clothes and tediously pick through and gather up a “thousand little pieces” of debris left behind on dozens of otherwise clean garments! It’s never fun when this happens and there are usually unpleasant words spoken by both of us. As “empty nesters,” we don’t have anyone else to blame these days! The culprit clearly has to be one or the other of us since