Archives For Life

dadEvery year on Father’s Day, there’s a mixed bag of emotions running through me. On the one hand, I am the dad to three amazing kids – a role I have longed for since I was their age. One I also take very seriously, which speaks to the other hand.

My dad died when I was six, but even if that hadn’t happened, my parents were separated heading for divorce. So, the hole his death left was inevitable – albeit absolute. My step-dad came into my life a bit later, but he went to work one day just before my eighth grade year and didn’t come home. And from there, I have been without a man in m life that is required to love me.

I am creating a father’s legacy…literally from scratch.

God has blessed me with incredible men that have taught me very important lessons on how to be a man and provided countless Godly examples of how to be a father, but as I reflect today…there’s still something missing.

If I had a third hand, it would be pointing to my Heavenly Father. He has not filled in the gap, but rather added another dimension or character to the person of father in my life.

We learn when we grieve and grow when we must work around those holes in our lives. The people around us need us to succeed, which is why I write about this stuff. It helps to put into words what is in my head and heart at times.

Father’s Day is a wonderful time to celebrate dads everywhere…just know that there are people out there that hide on this day because the pain is too great.

Remember to pray for His peace to invade their hearts.
Remember to be sensitive to those you know are hurting.
Remember to hug them; look them in the eye; and tell them how much they mean to you.

Love. That’s it…just love.

Today was one of the best Father’s Day ever for me as a dad, but still hard as a son -> loved as a dad; lonely as a son.


Steve —  3.21.2015 — Leave a comment


The long, open road.
Big sky. Nature around me.

Life experienced is largely a matter of perspective. How we choose to interpret what’s going on around us matters – a lot.

When one sees wilderness, another sees adventure. It’s a choice, but one that’s not necessarily easy to make.

Our past hurts and struggles smudge our glasses as we strain to make sense of what’s in front of us. Our pace slows and each step becomes more cautious.

As we search reach for anything that can clear our vision, a hand grasps hold and squeezes with gentle pressure; reassuring pressure; familiar pressure.

Warm. Tender. Strong…

A calmness returns. Stillness – the appropriate response. A smile returns as you feel the gentle tug. Jesus leads and the way is forward.

Energy Levels

Steve —  3.19.2015 — Leave a comment

Vision ObscuredLooking for a job is hard work. Like really hard – mentally keeping track of every lead; spiritually finding new reserves of faith as each day passes; physically resisting the urge to over-work and focus on staying rested – it’s just a lot…and frankly more than I expected.

There’s also something about not knowing where the path leads. Each step requires more focus; more awareness and before you know it, the fog threatens to envelope you completely.



Steve —  3.16.2015 — Leave a comment


In my youth, I grew up near a fantastic lake and many a summer day was spent out on the water. Our family either owned or had access to a pontoon boat (called a party barge here in the South). It was our transportation to remote islands where we would camp out for a week; our ski-boat (very effective – no planing required); our swimming platform and our bass boat.

Fishing was the only form of “hunting” I was exposed to growing up. I learned how to fish for bass, brim, crappie – top-water, crank baits, spinner baits, plastic worms, live bait…you name it, we did it.

We also fished for catfish. One of the most effective methods of catching catfish is to use a trotline. We would find a “fishy” spot – not too deep, but deep enough to be below the thermocline where catfish liked to lounge.



Steve —  3.11.2015 — Leave a comment

My wife asked me if what the name of my blog meant. I said that if you make 3 lefts, you end up going the same way as if you had made one right and I drew it in the air with my index finger.

She cocked her head and gave me a, “I know that” look and then said, but what does it mean?

I said that there are times when the long way around is required; even desired; at times the only way around.

Job. Kids. Life. They all require constant attention to the road ahead; to the journey rather than the destination.

In this time of job transition, I’ve been forced to pay attention to where I am; what I’m doing right now and make the best choice forward. At times, that’s e-mailing friends. Other times, it’s taking a nap to keep from getting over-tired.

No matter what I’m doing though, I have a feeling like no other time in my life of adventure…like I can’t wait to see what’s around the next bend while at the same time enjoying the scenery out the passenger side window.

Don’t fear making a wrong turn – embrace it as you have no idea where it will lead.


To this point in the book, the amateur has been taking a beating. He (or she) is responsible for the world’s misery and lackluster realization of potential.

(A little strong? Perhaps.)

Nonetheless, there have been some pretty strong language leveled against the amateur and rightly so. If the professional is to emerge, we must see his nemesis for what he truly is and then apply that image to ourselves.