Make the undertaker sorry

It’s a rainy Sunday morning, and I’m hanging out with two of my sons.  The third is on a camping trip and my wife is at a conference. I’ve been a single parent for five days.  God bless single parents.

I’m reading a good e-book on how to create a life plan by Michael Hyatt, CEO of Thomas Nelson books. It’s a good read and is providing me my Sunday morning brunch for thought.  Lord knows I need a life plan right now.  A life coach would be helpful, too.  Seems like everything is coming from all directions at once.

So many blessings, too little organization.

When you see that I’ve written some motivational-type piece on this blog, trust me, I’m talking to myself as much as I’m talking to you.  I’m not one of those guys who has all the answers.  I have more questions than anything else. And plenty of mistakes to back those questions up.  I have moments of doubt. Of depression . Of anger. Of frustration.  And of exhaustion — especially since last November. I’ll never be  a motivational-type guy.   They seem like they know everything to do at the right time.  Not me.  I’m way too flawed.

But in a way, I’m glad. I’ve discovered that the journey is much more fun that way.

Well, back to figuring out how I am going to spend the rest of my blessed time on Earth. I think I’ll follow the advice ol’ Mark Twain once gave:

“Let us endeavor so to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.”

Amen, Brother Mark. Amen.