Monday, June 16, 2014

Paperback vs Technology

When Kindles and other readers started coming out, I stood by my bookshelf and declared "there's nothing like paperback!" - even though I didn't own a reader. The feel of a paperback (I don't like hardbacks) between your hands, turning the page and dog earing the corners to mark your spot - nothing like that.

But, I got Kindle for iphone a year or so ago and I read one book on it. Just one. It wasn't enjoyable, There was no page turning. So, I went back to buying paperbacks. Glorious $15 paperbacks that I loved looking at on my shelf waiting to be read over and over.

A few weeks ago, I got an iPad mini and downloaded the Kindle app - giving it another try. The first book I put on there was Julie Lessman's A Passion Most Pure. I loved it. No, there was no paper, no dog earing, no pretty book on the shelf. But there was convenience. I had an electronic bookshelf in my small purse. I could make the words bigger - I need this now that I'm getting older, you know thirty-one. Glorius Kindle had a new fan and I quickly forgot about my stand for paperback.

And the cool thing? I usually get my books for free. Thanks to publisher specials. Now that I love!

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Greatest thing Dad's ever done...

Today is Father's Day. A day when boys, girls, men and women celebrate the special Dad's in their lives. I can't let today go by and not tell you about my Dad.

My Dad is often misunderstood. He has a dry sense of humor and people don't often get him - I relate to him in this because I have the same sense of humor. Dry with a load of sarcasm thrown in. There is nothing worse then someone that doesn't get just how awesome your parent is or what an amazing person they are. Not everyone gets it and that's ok. But I want to shed light into the person I call Dad.

Not every little girl has memories of their Dads, let alone memories like mine. When I dig back into my brains memory system, I remember seeing my Dad do things that I thought every Dad did. I was blessed in the fact that when I was little, we never went without. By the time I came along into the family, my Dad had a successful business. So I enjoyed many things that I took for granted because it was just all I knew. But even with all this, my favorite memories of my Dad weren't the camping trips, luxury weeks in Tahoe or on the coast or the fine restaurants he would take us to after a long day fishing because he'd say, " I want you to be well-rounded". It wasn't the new cars or the stable home, never moving from house to house. What I loved most about my Dad was watching him with homeless people that he would find and give them food and a bible study. It was the church bus he bought so he could pile my siblings and I in each Sunday morning to pick up the bus kids for Sunday School. It was knowing my Dad was out the door every weekday morning before 5am and headed to the church to pray. Without fail. These are the things that impacted my life and really made me into the person I am today. These things made me strive to be better, to measure faithfulness by him. 

My Dad is not perfect. Far from it. But if there was one thing that my Dad's life would tell you, he knows how to overcome. His life has not been easy. As a human being. As a father. But one thing remains, he always has found his way back to the foundation that he built for our family. A foundation that has withstood many trials and heartache. Many joys. He, along with my mom, built our family on God. Made Him the chief cornerstone. 

This the greatest thing He has ever done and will ever do. Because of this, I serve God today and will do so for as long as I am on this earth. 

Thank you, Dad. For all you did and continue to do.

Friday, June 13, 2014

Do you recognize me?

Hello Daily Bee!
It's me, Deb. Yes, I know it's been over a year and that wasn't even a long visit, but I have missed you. Truly. For real. No joke. My trusty friend. We go way back. Too far back for me to desert you. I've thought about changing your name, deleting you all together because, we'll, let's face it - you were my listening ear for a lot of the good, the bad and the ugly. A lot can change in a friendship as long as ours. A lot. But I thought about it long and hard and figured, new readers would appreciate our old conversations if they ever dug around. So, let's get reacquainted now. I'm no longer that twenty-something that wrote about little things here and there. Now I'm the thirty-something that will write about... well, little things here and there.

Hello again.