Finding Floyd


goodbye 2010

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It’s over… no sign of Christmas at our house. It looks like it never happened, although we have some pictures with dates and all to prove it did.

Chalk up another victory for me in my battle against the Christmas tree. I thought about tapping out a couple times, but I sucked it up and walked away with another victory. I had to get extra tough on him this year. He seems to fight harder every year from being sent back to the garage in his box.

I hope I didn’t hurt him too bad… I’ll know next year if he doesn’t light up, I ended his career. That ole’ tree is a bit like me. He’s getting older, a sight stiffer, and he leans to one side more than he used to.

I said goodbye to him for another year. I’ve said goodbye to a lot of things in my life. Some good, some I didn’t want to say goodbye to.

Some of the stupid things I did when I was younger I don’t miss. When I said goodbye to some of them I even said, “good riddance.” Truth is I probably wouldn’t have said goodbye to any of them if it weren’t for the change of heart directed by God.

That change of heart is really a change of thinking. That new thinking the Bible calls wisdom, I like to call, “a heavenly perspective.”

I use that perspective to consider some of the goodbyes in this life. We all said goodbye to 2010 Saturday morning. Some of us were awake to send it off. Some said goodbye before they went to sleep.

My little one and me said goodbye to 2010 with a bang… Literally. We stood out in the freezing midnight air lighting fireworks in the middle of the driveway.

The years are like those fireworks. They burn bright, fast, and then they’re gone… Many people come in and out of our lives over the course of a year. Sometimes we are connected by circumstances or fate for several years. Occasionally we get decades.

Often when we part ways or say goodbye it’s forever in this physical life. Unfortunately, there have been people in my life that most likely thought, “good riddance” when we parted ways. I suppose that would be OK if it were for the right reasons. I’m certain that’s not always been the case.

Change is inevitable in this life. We change before we’re born in the womb and don’t stop changing until we breathe our last. We say goodbye to childhood, middle age, and finally old age if we’re lucky or blessed.

Those are the major goodbyes, but we also have the minor goodbyes. We leave our family members for the work day, vacation, college, and when they leave home. It varies from a kiss to an, “I love you,” “Have a good day,” “Be good,” “Be careful,” and maybe an “I’ll see you  soon”!

As the seasons change so do our lives. With changes come the ever present “goodbyes.” After a parting or goodbye what impact will we have on other peoples lives? Will our existence and interaction have been a positive or negative influence?

Will those people who touched the fabric of our lives remember us as strong, compassionate people of God, or typical humans that blend with the masses and have no lasting memorable traits?

The majority of people are scared of goodbyes. To the lost people who don’t know God, goodbye is the end. For us who know God, we don’t look forward to the goodbyes, but we have no fear of them.

Our paths lead across this physical life and cross over into the next dimension. Our goodbyes are temporary.

Where ever your path leads you in 2011 may you be blessed and strong.

Whether our paths cross this year or in the Great Beyond, I’ll look forward to seeing you. We’ll have a nice chat and a pat each other on the back, maybe even a hug.

I think Roy Rogers said it a little more eloquently,

“Happy trails to you”…”Till we meet again.”

Goodbye 2010…


happy new year

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There are many special days in a year. Days are special to different people for various reasons. Christmas is special to my family because of its significance to our belief in Jesus Christ.

The days of family members, birthdays are special as well. Other special days include Memorial Day, Independence Day, and Presidents’ Day. For some of us every Sunday is special, for others maybe even Groundhog Day. We get 365 days to choose from.

Something feels very significant about the last day of the year. For younger people, it’s a celebration of just the day. For me at this point in my life, is the fact that it’s done, over, no mas. The year is history, it’s behind me, in the past. There is nothing I can do to change whatever happened in the last 365 days.

I can only think about 2010 now. My opportunity to make any difference in anyone’s life including my own has now passed.

A year ago we were with friends at our house. We watched the ball drop on TV. (Not actually on our TV, but the live coverage from downtown) everyone smiled and wished each other, “Happy New Year”! My wife and I exchanged the traditional New Year’s kiss, I said quietly in her ear, “Happy New Year girl.” She always replies, “Happy New Year Babe.”

I can’t say I’ve been happy all year. I’ll never use that word with its modern social implications to describe how I felt this year when my dad was taken home to be with God. In truth, even this Christmas which is usually “Merry,” had mixed emotions due to that fact and some were less than happy.

After six years coaching Lacrosse the reality that it was time to move on was evident, but it certainly didn’t make me happy. It’s been another tough year in business. Happy is the polar opposite of how I’d describe the business climate right now.

I’m not saying I’ve been sad all year. I had some sad days, but I think that is a reality of life. To be perpetually happy, I’d have to be with God in heaven. I know this isn’t the Garden of Eden. The condition of my human heart makes that perfectly clear.

Think about the words, “ Happy New Year ”!–“Happy birthday”! –“Happy Anniversary”! It’s nice to hear those greetings from others isn’t it? Few of us feel like or say, “What’s so happy about it”? Or, “Don’t tell me what to do”! No, we generally say, “Thank you”! Or, “Same to you”!

So what does it mean? If it’s not anything else, it most certainly is a tradition. I believe the tradition started like many other traditions, from a biblically-based action handed down through generations.

Like our term “scapegoat” is used today. Its origin is from Leviticus 16. Aaron was to send the goat out with all the sins on his head into the wilderness. Hence the term “escape-goat”.

Tradition for a Christian New Year’s greetings probably sounded more like “Blessed New Year.” The New Testament definition of “happy” is “supremely blessed. Wow! To be  supremely blessed over the course of 365 days would truly make it a “happy” year.

Although I had difficulties like all of us do over the course of a year. I know I’ve been “Supremely Blessed” this year. That doesn’t mean I go jogging along, jumping up and clicking my heels together all the time. It means I walk through each year understanding that each breath is a gift. That breath is given in order to honor the One who provides it.

We only get a number of breaths.

Our hearts will beat for only a set number of years.

I pray each one will be used wisely according to God’s desire for us.

I hope you get many happy days this new year.

More than that, I wish you a “Happy,” or better yet. A “Supremely Blessed New Year”!


the code

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I enjoy watching the reaction when my oldest girls get to see each other during break from college. They act like children again. They’re only three years apart, so they spent a lot of time together over the course of their short lives.

They love their little sister, but they haven’t shared with her what they’ve shared with each other. Thinking back to my childhood I see how close they are, similar to my two older brothers for similar reasons.

My girls think their little sister is somewhat spoiled or not held to the same standards they were, similar to my brothers thought process at that same age regarding me.

There is no substitute for reliving past memories with a sibling.  The same stories told in almost the exact same way bring  joy to the past participants and shore up the bond that old memories help create.

I chuckle to myself as I think of some of my own. The Christmas Bobby, Sheral, and me all got new bikes is a standout, not for just the best Christmas presents ever for us, but for the memory of the look on our oldest brother Dean’s face when he opened his present to find a new typewriter!

I’ll never forget that sheepish smile on his face as he tried to not hurt our mom and dad’s feelings. I think of the time I shot Bobby with a sling shot… He dropped off the swing set like a dead man.  I didn’t hang around to find out one way or the other, I ran just as fast as I could!

Right around the same time Dean was teaching Sheral to shoot a BB gun. Somehow I ended up getting shot in the process. We never did tell our parents about any of the accidents. Everyone has those similar stories of the struggles through childhood shared with their siblings that somehow create a bond like soldiers in wartime.

My kids have theirs as well. Kenz and Ali made a pact not to tell who wrote Ali’s name on her stomach in indelible ink. Ali was too young to write her name at the time, so that left her big sister as the prime suspect. The two held that secret until Kenz was a teenager.

The three of them decided to walk to the store to get their mom a present. They weren’t allowed to go to the store by themselves. Karson was too little to walk that far so they put her in a wagon to accomplish their task. We didn’t find out until a year later where the scratches on her hands and face came from. Turns out the wagon tipped over on a corner taken faster than the wagon was designed for.

When you’re a child you live by the code of siblings. That code states you have to trust each other with secrets.  The parents aren’t the enemy, they’re more like Generals of the Army.  In my case the oldest is the Colonel, second oldest is the Captain, third is the Sgt., and for those of you who are the youngest, or close to the bottom of a big family know the title for the young ones; Private.

The interesting thing about that code is you never quite outgrow it. The oldest still call the shots in most cases. Several years back my mom and dad had their 50th anniversary. I was busy with work and didn’t have time for the 3 1/2 hour trip. My oldest brother called after he learned that I couldn’t attend the surprise anniversary party for our parents. He simply said, “Floyd, I think you should be there.” That’s all it took.

Of course, he was right. I know what my children are still figuring out.

“You gotta stick to the code.”


toy trash

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I am the master of fitting Christmas trash into the trashcan. Over the years, I’ve perfected the art of breaking down boxes, folding paper and fitting them all together like a puzzle inside the garbage can.

The garbageman has no idea of my mastery. He couldn’t begin to grasp the amount of debris inside the can. My family knows… They’ve learned not to wad up wrapping paper. Oh no, that takes up too much room. They’ve learned to stack everything next to me for the master to begin his work.

As I was beginning to disassemble everything in the reassembling into compact process, something dawned on me… There was no clear-hard-plastic-shaped-for-the-product-type of trash to conquer.

You know the type of product I’m describing… The ones that are almost impossible to get into. The ones you risk your life with knives, scissors, or both trying to get into. After you finally do, often the product is wired and tied to the back cardboard which takes another couple hours to get undone.

This is the trash that tests the master. It’s uneven without any symmetry to cut and stack. I sat there breaking down the elementary type boxes. Breaking them at the corners, then bending the side flaps backward so that they could be stacked together as flat as possible.

“Where’s the tough trash”? I thought to myself.––No toys… I realized this is the first year without toys. That means our youngest has outgrown that part of her childhood. She has closed the door on that chapter of her life. She’s more like her sisters now.

There was a time when that’s the only trash I’d deal with. Slowly my job of fitting everything into the trash can has gotten easier. I should’ve seen it coming… It seemed the same for the gifts, right down to the swordfights with empty wrapping paper rolls, the “cookie day” with grandma and Emma. Putting up the tree, breaking 10% of the ornaments, the exterior lights, pressing the button on the Homer Simpson Santa I got as a gift six years ago to hear the various annoying Christmas sarcastic comments, my wife losing presents, it was Christmas as usual in some aspects.

No toys–shoot… The end of an era. It’s not the conquering of the trash I’ll miss. In truth, it was a real pain, but worth the trade-off.

I surprised all my girls again this year with jeans. (Trying to make up for last year and what has become known as  “the year of the Narnian winter coat debacle”) Surprisingly all the jeans fit except for the youngest. I guess I still see her as smaller and younger than what she really is. I kept the receipt so we can get her a bigger pair.

This year, the first year with no toys reminds me that everything changes. We were all young once. Our children are getting older. My Christmas days are numbered. Each one is precious and cannot be revisited in the flesh, only in memories.

Sensing the times are slipping ahead I asked my daughters to do something for me.

This year before I read Luke chapter 2, I told them it was in honor of my dad. I asked them to make sure wherever they are at Christmas, that they read the Scripture to their family at this time. I know they will…

I choose the word “bittersweet” to describe the reality of my children slowly becoming the women of responsibility and independence intended by God and us.

I’m proud of what they’re accomplishing on their own and seeking God in the process.

All this over toy trash? Maybe I think too much… Then again maybe not…

I will always appreciate being wanted, I’m going to miss being needed…



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TO: You

One of my first girlfriends bought me a puka bead necklace for Christmas. At first I was excited about a gift I really wanted but couldn’t afford for myself. I knew there was no way I could buy her anything in return at the time.

Instead of being honest about the situation, I gave back her present and broke up with her. How was that for a Christmas present? I think I’ve been pretty forthcoming about the fact that I’ve done things that would cause others to consider me a jerk. (except to April and Pat) I’ve also been pretty honest about the pride issues I’ve waged war with my whole life.

This Christmas I find myself in a similar predicament, like the little drummer boy, I have nothing to give you, the reader. So I’m sitting here with only words. Just like the little drummer boy who had only his drum.

But wait! Didn’t the little drummer boy actually enjoy playing the drums? What sacrifice did he make? He got to do what he loved! He was commended and got a smile from God to boot!

Come to think of it, the little drummer boy got his gift from God. He got the desire, discipline, and perseverance to play the drums from God. In essence, the little drummer boy was guilty of re-gifting.

Well if it’s good enough for the little drummer boy, it’s good enough for me!

The song never said the little drummer boy was the best drum player in the world. It’s just what he loved to do and he obviously enjoyed sharing with others.

I too am willing to give you all that I can give you this year. Like the little drummer boy, I enjoy what God set in my heart. Some people call it a “labor of love.” I guess that sums it up pretty well. Without question, it is a sacrifice of time and energy, but hopefully it’s done some good for some people.

Here is your simple handmade present, not much different than some of the others I’ve given you. Still not wrapped in a bow…

May these words find you wrapped in something better than a red bow. May you and your family be wrapped in the love, mercy and grace of God.

May He manifest this gift in your life with health, protection, and provision.

May each and every one of us grasp how uniquely important we are in the history of mankind. The fact that we’re alive here and now was planned by God before the foundations of the universe, each life is important and accounted for.

May we use the gifts He’s provided in our lives to do His will, thereby bringing Him honor.

May God’s spirit rest upon each person reading this simple word present. Your gift like my gift doesn’t have to be fancy or perfect. It is the gift from God supplied by Him for the purpose of us re-gifting His gift to others.

May our heart be lifted up regardless of circumstances we might be dealing with in this flesh currently.

May God lift our burdens and allow us to see His will and purpose in our lives.

May we all be bound together with God in His spirit.

May we acknowledge this fact to one another.

May we say with love in our hearts, thank you to God, and to one another ———–“Merry Christmas.”

May the God of all that is, bless you and yours.