FOG

As I was making the 45 minute drive into the money maker this morning, there was quite a bit of ground fog out in our part of Texas. Driving along, getting closer to the busy streets, the big buildings, the traffic, the fog quickly disappeared. The sun was coming up and all I had on my mind was that the Son died so that I could make that drive this morning. So that I could live, breathe, fart, burp, work, play, love, laugh, hurt, cry, dance, stand, worship, pray, listen, talk, and the list goes on and on and on like a long Monday at the work place.

Then the phone call came in this morning. The phone call that I would miss. The caller left a message asking me to call him back as quickly as possible. This man, a man I have never met, held the news that I had hoped to one day hear: working a championship game at Kyle Field. The man, a football official over in Cowtown, called and asked if I would be interested in working some football games that could potentially lead to one of the biggest dreams I have ever dared to dream, calling a football game in Kyle Field. I was shaking, had goose bumps, sure I sounded silly, all because of a big dream. Now you may wonder what dreams of calling football at Kyle Field and fog have to do with each other: keep reading.

The Favor Of God has fallen upon my life so many times over the last couple of years, and strangely, it has been centered around officiating football. The Lord uses all things for good, the scripture tells us.

I was and still am completely flabbergasted by this opportunity and must make the most of it. You see, the way my eyes see things, life is all about opportunities. Opportunities presented to us from the Most Gracious God above. We are called to be His witnesses everywhere we go, whether it be home, work, a football field, we are given opportunities to fulfill our purpose on this earth.

I hope to make the absolute best of the potential opportunity and what it will take to make that happen.

Let the FOG roll in folks!

Peace peeps,

Big D

WE made it

I am alive for 5 years of marriage with The Pook! Our anniversary was great even after a crappy day at work! God makes all things to work together for His purpose kept running through my mind at work, just trying to make it by.

Last night after dinner, The Pook and myself took a little stroll through this very FANCY mall in Dallas. Everyone and I do mean EVERYONE, had an iPhone! Boy was I jealous! Even this little 3-4 year old girl had one with a pink cover on the back of it. What has this world come to when a 4 yr old knows how to manage her own iPhone. Ofcourse, The Pook made the comment which really made me lust after one even more about how everyone in that place had one, except for me! I was trying my best to hide my disappointment, and hopefully I did a fair enough job (did I The Pook?)

Anyways, my anniversary present to her has been little things like a trip to Warrenton (junkers, I know you must be proud of me right?), Six Flags season pass (what a great gift, huh?), and to top it all off, a really nice bouquet of flowers. I am not very creative or anything so I am sure The Pook knew some were coming her way. She did make mention that all the flowers in the arrangement were flowers in her bouquet on our wedding day! Surprised myself even with that one!

Ya'll, she was created just for me and the rest of her family and friends. We are all created for someone and for something. That's partly why God has us here, to fulfill His plan with us and to help fill the lives of those we meet with joy and happiness. The Pook has gone beyond that for me, and I am most grateful to Queen B and Dad for allowing me the great pleasure of marrying their precious gift!

Peace peeps,

Big D

Making Major, Major Love History this week

So, the last 5 years of my life have been spent married to the woman that God created for me, Misti Doniece Floyd Maddron (pookie, pookarella, roo, roo roo, babe, pook). The last 5 years we have experienced a lot for such a short period of time.

I don't want to be long so until I post more this week, SHMILY!

Peace Peeps!

Big D