A little design work today for an Alive Media client. This is a for a church’s sermon series artwork.
A little design work today for an Alive Media client. This is a for a church’s sermon series artwork.
Last night my family and I had to make the very difficult decision to let our boxer Rocco go. To say that we are just devastated would be pretty accurate. I wanted to share a little about his story partly to have it out there, but also because at the moment, it seems a good way to deal with my own grief and as I watch my family grieve. This post will be pretty long so just wanted to put that out there. I know a lot of people have varied view on pets and animals. All we know is this: Rocco was dearly loved and knew it. And he loved his family, too. Beyond us, you would be hard pressed to find someone who didn’t love Rocco, too, after meeting him. He was a special dog, indeed. He certainly set the bar high for any pet. If every family could experience a pet like him, they would understand what I’m saying for themselves.
Several months ago he started having serious issues with what seemed to be his hips and back and was placed on an anti-inflammatory (and at times aspirin) along with glucosamine which really seemed to help him get up from laying down and move about a little better.
Fast forward to about 2 weeks ago, and his health seem to deteriorate pretty quickly. He had increasing problems just getting up, his legs would buckle at times when walking, the “boxer wiggle” and even wagging his nub were gone (which is unusual if you know boxers and especially if you knew Rocco), he had increasing bouts of incontinence, and would often just stand and have a 1,000 yard stare about him. He would often during the night be circling, walking around. We came to find out that more than likely he was in severe pain in his back. We did some blood tests and although he did have a slightly low thyroid, there were just a number of other things going on that didn’t seem to fit just a low thyroid. The vet and our family had suspicions that something neurological was going on based on his behavior. Boxers at that age often have tumors or lesions in the brain so that would certainly be a possibility. He was placed on several medications to try to help him including a steroid. At first he seemed to be responding well but then seem to deteriorate as the higher dosage of steroid was tapered off. So the vet wanted to elevate that back up, which we did. He seemed to respond okay again. Then two days ago, he again started to go downhill. The same issues he had been struggling with returned and seemed to even be worse. Last night it got to the point where we couldn’t get him to get up on his own although he did at one point when my parents came over (he just loved my dad). He had been heavy breathing and panting for about two days and last night at times started whimpering. We made the decision that it was time and that we had done what we could. After consulting with the ER Vet, we surmised that even with possible X-Rays, surgeries, etc. that there was no guarantee that his quality of life would be better or even good. We all said our very tearful goodbyes, and then Rocco went peacefully to sleep at about 11:30 pm.
Rocco was a big boxer (95 lbs, give or take) and was just so full of life. He was about 9.5 years old, and he lived a very full and happy life. The average lifespan of a boxer is around 9-10 years or so according to the experts. I say that he was “about 9.5 years old” because that’s what we can best guess from when we got him. You see, Rocco was a rescue that we adopted through Carolina Boxer Rescue (CBR). We had been considering adopting a boxer for a while, and had been looking at the website a good bit at available boxers. We had seen Rocco’s photo on the website, but to be honest, he looked pretty bad. In fact, we said to ourselves at one point “That poor dog. We wonder what family would EVEN consider adopting him.” Well…..that would eventually be us. Each adopting family has to have an interview with one of the staff from CBR to make sure that your yard is fenced and probably to make sure you can care for a pet. They would bring boxers that were being fostered with them to get them used to visits even if a family wasn’t going to adopt that particular boxer. We still think that was a setup btw. 😉 So, they had named Rocco already and brought him along for the visit. Rocco had been found wandering the streets and was eaten up with mange before coming to CBR. He was almost 3/4 the way through his treatments for mange when he came to visit us. So the lady from CBR brought Rocco inside, and he looked a good bit different from the photos we had seen online. What a sweet dog he was. We were watching Rocco with our kids as he played with them out back. He was having a blast. Probably the pivotal moment was when Rocco and Spencer were together, and Spencer said to Rocco, “Sit”. On the spot, Rocco sat. One of those moments where both Kim and I glanced at each other like “Hmm, this could be something.” With Spencer being autistic and 5 years old at the time, finding the right fit for him was going to be important, in addition to being a right fit with the rest of our family. The visit ended and the CBR lady left with Rocco. Kim and I looked at each other, and said, “Well, what about Rocco?” We both decided that he was the one we wanted to adopt. A little bit later, Rocco became an official part of our family.
Rocco truly was “Man’s Best Friend”. He was an incredible blessing to our family, and I think that we were to him as well. He was with our family through some really dark days and some really great ones, too. I think that the hardest part is dealing with the reality that I won’t hear his tag jingle as he walks around, I walk into rooms where he would lay, and he isn’t there anymore. I miss my friend. I will miss taking him for walks, petting on his soft head and ears, greeting us when we got home and chasing our fat cat Max around as he played. Last night involved a lot of tearful prayers from our family as we gave thanks to God for the blessing Rocco was to our lives. None of us wanted to go inside last night when we returned home because we knew how that would feel at first: Empty. Yet, we sat down inside and were able to talk about some of the happy times we had with Rocco and what he meant to each of us. He was very loved and will be deeply missed. Sleep well, my friend.
Some of the work that my companies do is custom design (both graphic and motion video) projects for churches. We basically come along side as their creative media team to help them develop screen, print and video resources for their message series. I’ll be posting some of those new projects here and there just to share. Here is a recent series that we designed called Heroes. The project called for a comic book feel overall. Below is the main message graphic and the bumper we created.
This past weekend Kim and I had a chance to celebrate 20 years of marriage by traveling to the Biltmore House and Estate in Asheville, NC. This place holds special meaning for us as it was one of our stops on our honeymoon. We haven’t been back since so it was cool to see how the estate and the surrounding area has grown since.
After we toured the estate, we went out to dinner to finish out the day. While we were discussing a number of things, Kim asked me, “So, what do you think is the ‘secret’ to us being together for 20 years?” I had to think about it for a minute because that is a pretty involved question. I told her that I think there are a number of factors that I think contributed to our 20 years of marriage. In the practical though, one practice did stand out that I think is HUGE for any relationship. Here’s what it is: Continue reading
Too often we want the benefit OF a relationship without putting in the commitment TO the relationship.
Setting goals has not been one of my strengths. Even though study after study seems to indicate that those that do are more successful and achieve more than those that don’t, I have struggled every year to set goals. I wondered why that was so difficult for me. It came down to this:
I was overthinking it WAY too much and making it much more complicated than it has to be.
In my mind, I was thinking that I had to have the right formula, a certain number of actions points, perfectly formatted and equally bulleted actions steps, etc. I would often wonder what should I set goals for, and what categories should they be listed under. See what I mean. Overthinking.
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Well, I had seriously considered shutting down the blog, but I held off just because I thought there might be a remote chance I would want to blog later on. This has always been a place where I’ve shared thoughts and ideas that are swimming in my head. So although it’s been a while, here’s the latest.
This morning I was reading through Hebrews 11:8-16. Some would call it the “Hall of Faith” because it goes through several lives of people in the Bible that lived and took action “by faith”. In fact, that phrase “by faith” appears 4 times in this short passage.
You can read the passage for yourself. While I’m always struck by the amount of faith each person had and acted on, in my mind, Abraham’s always stands out: “By faith Abraham, when called to go to a place he would later receive as his inheritance, obeyed and went, even though he did not know where he was going.” (v8)
That is incredible faith. It’s not just incredible, it’s dangerous. It’s the kind of faith that would make some look at you like you’ve lost it. Even other believers in Christ will think that of you. It’s not “prudent”. It’s not “wise”. I’m not throwing out wisdom and prudence. It’s just that so often faith seems to go against the grain of what would be deemed as wisdom and prudence.
Let me preface this post by saying that this is in no way meant to be an attempt to tear down church leadership nor is it directed at any church leadership in particular. Rather, this is a post to speak about the reality of being on a church staff, some retrospect in my own journey and to possibly be a voice for some church staff who have and are going through this reality. This Augusta 31st marks one year since my last day (for now) as a vocational church staff member. I’ve had some time over these past 9 months to process my experience as a full time church staff member, and it’s been particularly interesting during that time to view things as now we’re plugged into ministry and our church from a non-staff person’s perspective. Let me say that I believe fully that the local church is God’s Plan A and there is no other plan. I love the local church.
As Kim and I have become small group leaders at our church, it’s been so exciting to be able to meet together with a group of people each week and dig in to the Bible, get to know each other, and slowly be transparent about life….the good and the bad. It’s about being involved in Biblical community. Probably one of the best phrases I’ve heard to describe this is “doing life together.” That’s what small groups and Biblical community should be like. It’s about being real, being authentic and where appropriate, transparent….get the picture?
Now, here’s what I would say from my observation and experience over the years: A lot, if not most, church staff members (and their spouse if married) struggle with “doing life together” in Biblical community and small groups within the church they serve.
The start of a new day. Work projects are on the docket and are calling for attention. The temptation is to throw back some coffee and dive right on in.
This is my morning routine and struggle. Has been ever since I was a teenager. The distractions have changed, but the pull is that same. It’s that temptation to totally forego any time alone with God and dive right into work…or even Facebook or Twitter. Don’t hate. You know you’re there to. Continue reading
It’s that thing that you’ve been praying about for weeks, maybe months or years, that you REALLY want. If God would answer this prayer in a “Yes!”, life would be just that much better. Ever been there? I have. In fact, I’m there right now. I’m asking for something that I really hope the Lord will answer in the affirmative, but I’m trying my best to stay at the place of “God, I’m asking You to do this, but not my will, Your will.” Maybe you can relate. I think we all have been there on a regular, sometimes daily, basis. Some things small, some things life critical.