Mostly Armless

For two weeks now I’ve had my right arm in a cast. I suffered a wrist injury back in March that hasn’t wanted to heal on its own. Wearing a splint for roughly 6 weeks produced little improvement. Originally my doctor thought about giving me a cast that would go past my elbow, but instead he opted to immobilize my thumb. So I guess things could be worse, but I don’t always see it that way…

I'm a Monster!

The injury occurred while I was first moving into my new home in Colorado Springs. It turns out that when something you buy has the words “Team Lift” printed on the box you should probably heed the warning.

When I did finally have some x-rays taken I found out that I had done some damage to the ligaments in my wrist. An MRI showed that the damage wasn’t too serious, but bad enough to warrant immobilization for four weeks.

I’ve never had to have a cast for any injury before now. Having one on my right arm is especially aggravating considering my work calls for so much typing. I’ve been using the voice dictation feature built into my Mac and iPhone quite a bit for things like email and blogging, but it’s not much use when I need to write code for a website. With my thumb immobilized I can’t hold a pen either. You should see what my signature looks like right now.

It’s certainly been a humbling injury. At first I tried to keep doing most everything on my own, but soon learned that I was going to need to get better at saying “no” and “help” this month. I’m starting to get used to the limitations, but I still can’t wait to get this thing off!

Turning 30

It seems appropriate that I’m turning thirty this year. I have to smirk as I write that, as if I had a say in the matter. What I mean is since my last birthday I’ve found myself in the midst of one major life event after another. Since turning 29 a year ago Kathy and I got married, we moved from Florida to Colorado, I started a new full-time job with The Navigators, and somewhere in there I launched my own small business. Going from one decade to the next? Yeah, that seems par for the course right now.

With all those recent changes you would think watching the odometer turn over wouldn’t feel all that momentous. Not so. In fact, I’m having a hard time wrapping my brain around this new number. It’s like each January when you have to start writing the new year on everything. It just looks funny at first.

Usually in my annual birthday essay I try to reflect thoughtfully on the big themes of my life from the previous year, but this time I’ve decided to reflect on my twenties as a whole.

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Wax Seals on Wedding Invitations

My fiancee Kathy has had such an amazing vision for our wedding down to the smallest detail. Take for example these wax seals on our wedding invitations. They add a memorable touch of class to this part of our big day.

When she took them to the post office Kathy asked if she could cancel the stamps by hand so the wax seals wouldn’t be wrecked by the letter sorting machines. That was quite a task!

Wax Seals on Wedding Invitations

Here’s one word of warning to those who might like this idea. It turns out it costs an extra $0.20 in postage per invitation when you include a wax seal. I’m not sure if knowing that ahead of time would have changed our minds about adding them, but it did take an unexpected bite out of the margin we’ve tried to leave ourselves in wedding our budget.

Turning 29

Today is my birthday. I am turning 29 years old and, for once, I feel every bit my age. Maybe it’s because I’m no longer ministering on a college campus to students who are several years younger than me. Maybe it’s because earlier today I had to put Icy Hot on my neck to alleviate pain that I presume was caused by all the strenuous sleeping I’ve been doing. Or maybe it’s all in my head. Like I said two years ago my dad has a theory that you feel older on odd number birthdays. Maybe he’s right.

As I reflect on the previous year I can’t help but begin by observing how faithful God has been. Perhaps you recall the passage of scripture I sensed He was laying on my heart when I wrote last year’s birthday essay. It was Luke 13:6-9, which reads as follows.

And he told this parable: “A man had a fig tree planted in his vineyard, and he came seeking fruit on it and found none. And he said to the vinedresser, ‘Look, for three years now I have come seeking fruit on this fig tree, and I find none. Cut it down. Why should it use up the ground?’ And he answered him, ‘Sir, let it alone this year also, until I dig around it and put on manure. Then if it should bear fruit next year, well and good; but if not, you can cut it down.’”

Towards the end of 2011 my feelings were telling me to run away, to reboot my life in a new place with new people. I was persuaded by this passage to hang in there, but to make dramatic changes. But here’s the thing. The passage doesn’t say whether the efforts taken by the vinedresser yielded any fruit on the fig tree. Likewise, I couldn’t convince myself that this passage was somehow God winking at me, that everything would fall into place in short order if only I would add this and quit that. It was more a call to humility and obedience than anything else. God was saying, “Will you trust me? Even after everything you’ve just been through, will you trust me?”

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