Monday, August 8, 2011

Our twins are at daycare for the first time today

I can't believe that it's come to this.  The twins are already at Daycare, and Monica's gone back to work.


Friday, August 5, 2011

Spiritual Warfare for my boys. Make that, for my kids. Make that, for my family.

Okay, so I'm going through an audio class called "The Fight for Life", put on by The Daily Audio Bible and Ransomed Heart ministries.

This morning, I am struck with how I have failed to go after the heart of our boys.   Whatever sad, sick, lonely parts of me have kept me from doing this, I want out.

Whatever forces of darkness have come between us, I want gone.

And as I am praying through this, (and I understand that it will take the rest of my life to keep doing that), it's apparent now that I need to enter the fray in earnest.   There's a fight that's been raging for my children's souls, and I've been sitting idly by.

No more.  I am going to get involved in this fight, and I am going to pursue their hearts.

And those of my daughters, too.

For that matter, the extent of my fighting for Monica's heart has been insufficient.

God, give me the wisdom to remember that on my own, I am a fool.

Give me the strength to surrender all to you.

And let me become less, so that You can become more in me.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

I don't intend for you to read this. Subtitle: "About the author"

I don't intend for you to read this.

Period.

Now that I've set expectations about just how many thousands of people will be reading this daily, maybe I can get down to business of what I want to do here.

First, a journal.
Second, a public documentary of where I'm trying to let my life be moved, and what that looks like in my life.

And perhaps more, who knows.   So, you don't have to feel obligated to read this.    It's pure drivel.  All clear?   Are we good?  Okay, good.

Now, about me.

My name is Henry Overton.   I was born in 1975, in Pasadena, CA.   I've spent the majority of my life in Louisiana, though.   I didn't do much interesting with my life until I was 30, sad to say.  Well, except 4 things, maybe:
1.  I was born at a very young age.   I don't remember much else.  But I think this was a good decision on my part, and I'd do it again.   Maybe next time I'll wear clothes, though.  Those pictures are embarassing.
2. I was born AGAIN at the age of 19 - I made a public confession of my faith in Jesus Christ, was baptised, and promptly fell flat on my face and have continued to be a sinner ever since.
3. I started a company (www.TKS.LA) when I was 24, and it's been a good thing.  Well, it's paid the bills, and provided me a first hand look at what it takes to be an entrepreneur. 
4. A month after meeting Monica, I asked her to be my wife.  (she said yes, praise God).


So around 30 (January 1, 2007, to be more precise), I got married.  And then life got interesting.

I am so blessed to be married to a woman that loves God deeply, is in pursuit of a deeper relationship with him, and one that is an amazing mother to our *5* kids. 

Somewhere between getting married and now (at the time of writing, that's 4 years & 8 months), this is what we've done together:

1. Moved my wife and my two stepsons (to be known as "our boys" from here on out) from Mississippi to here. 
2. Changed her job 3 times.
3. Sold her house
4. Had a baby girl
5. Bought a house together.
6. Sold my old house (finally)
7. I spent 2 months in & out of the hospital finding out that I had Chron's disease
8. And finally, we had 2 more baby girls.  Yes, at the same time.  Twins.  :)


So, here's my summary of the 1st 30 years: boring, with 4 good decisions in the mix.
And years 31 and on:  I have been back on the road to becoming who and what God wants me to be, finally.  

So here's what I want to do here - start writing it down.   To try to journal my way backwards through some memories I don't want to forget, and forwards through a journey that I'd like to document.  

I'd like to leave some electronic marker stones along the way, so that maybe, possibly someone else that follows my path can be encouraged, and if nothing else, God willing, I'll be able to look back and see that the path I'm on was one that brought me closer to knowing God.

In the end, when this body is dead and gone, and I have to account to God for my life, I just don't want Him to tell me that I spent my life chasing the wind.