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I’m a sap.  Just a total sap.  I know that, and I’m pretty comfortable with that.  With the advent of social media, there is a “brand” that tends to be associated with you as a person, whether it’s what you’d pick or not.  I think I’ve realized that through a few attempts to step away from the aforementioned mediums, as well as through “inventing myself” to fit in through various moves during my school-years.

If I were to be a spokesman, and it was decided by my Facebook friends what I would advertise, it’d probably be Baby powder or carseats, or something.  I’m open to alternatives if you have any.

That being said, I take a certain amount of pride knowing that I don’t hide the fact that my wife and daughter bring me joy.  So I guess another thing I’d get behind as a spokesman is just like…family.  And stuff.

This blog is rapidly becoming a place for me to just let words that I think in my head fall out of my brain through my fingertips and into the great wide interwebs, the tubes (look up “Alaska Senator Internet Tubes” if you haven’t yet) where all the information in the world goes.  Perhaps me throwing some “dad who doesn’t totally know what he’s doing but is enthusiastic about being a dad” type wisdom is what someone out there needs.

 

Remember the first thing you saw here?  The picture at the top of my baby girl watching me mow the lawn?  I love that picture, because it reminds me that my kiddo watches me and learns from me.

With that in mind, I heard a song (that I had actually downloaded for free and never listened to awhile ago) called “Try” by Colbie Caillat, and it said a lot of things I hope that I model for my daughter (and my wife, and my sisters, and all the women I know).  I want them to feel like they don’t have to be someone they are not when I’m around.  I don’t ever want to hear that my daughter is somehow afraid to tell me something because she believes I will love her less, or think less of her as a person.  It will definitely happen…I’m sure of it, the part about her not wanting to tell me something.  But as far as my love for her goes…it won’t.

I think this song is a song that a lot of guys like myself need to listen to for our own edification.  Not just because of how it shapes our view of women/womanhood, but also because the message (even if the lyrics don’t quite land) is something we need to hear.

I want my daughter to know that she doesn’t have to be artificial in order for me to want to show her off, and proudly proclaim that I am her Dad.

But I (and we) all need to realize that often times it isn’t as easy as just “you don’t have to try.”

On the contrary (and I think what Colbie Caillat is advocating) is that we often DO NEED TO TRY.  We have to try…to not let ourselves fall victim to our culture’s perception of what makes something beautiful. So on the one hand, I don’t want my kiddo to waste her energy trying to live up to an artificial standard of beauty and poise that IS NOT REAL.  Or if it is “real” in the sense that it exists, it isn’t “real” in the sense that it is meaningful.

Now this post is already long, so I’m going to just come back (since, let’s be honest, this is a blog about me learning how to do life, and fatherhood is my life right now) to this at a later point. To summarize though:

Lindy Frances Rima, when you are reading this in 2o years after downloading it directly to your brain via WI-FI, please know that I’m going to TRY to be there every step of the way, as you TRY to live your life knowing you don’t need to TRY to become something you aren’t, just to impress people who are stuck in the “trying” cycle, for the benefit of people who make money off of creating insecurity and then providing the “fix” for it.

Psalm 100:3

“Know that the Lord, he is God! It is he who made us, and we are his; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.”

 

Check out the lyrics to the song, and a link to the video on Youtube below:

 

Try – Colbie Caillat

Oooh
Oooh

Put your make-up on
Get your nails done
Curl your hair
Run the extra mile
Keep it slim so they like you, do they like you?

Get your sexy on
Don’t be shy, girl
Take it off
This is what you want, to belong, so they like you
Do you like you?

You don’t have to try so hard
You don’t have to, give it all away
You just have to get up, get up, get up, get up
You don’t have to change a single thing

You don’t have to try, try, try, try
You don’t have to try, try, try, try
You don’t have to try, try, try, try
You don’t have to try
Yooou don’t have to try

Oooh
Oooh

Get your shopping on, at the mall, max your credit cards
You don’t have to choose, buy it all, so they like you
Do they like you?

Wait a second,
Why, should you care, what they think of you
When you’re all alone, by yourself, do you like you?
Do you like you?

You don’t have to try so hard
You don’t have to, give it all away
You just have to get up, get up, get up, get up
You don’t have to change a single thing

You don’t have to try so hard
You don’t have to bend until you break
You just have to get up, get up, get up, get up
You don’t have to change a single thing

You don’t have to try, try, try, try
You don’t have to try, try, try, try
You don’t have to try, try, try, try
You don’t have to try

You don’t have to try, try, try, try
You don’t have to try, try, try, try
You don’t have to try, try, try, try
You don’t have to try
Yooou don’t have to try

Oooh
Oooh

You don’t have to try so hard
You don’t have to, give it all away
You just have to get up, get up, get up, get up
You don’t have to change a single thing

You don’t have to try, try, try, try
You don’t have to try, try, try, try
You don’t have to try
You don’t have to try

Take your make-up off
Let your hair down
Take a breath
Look into the mirror, at yourself
Don’t you like you?
Cause I like you

Read more: Colbie Caillat – Try Lyrics | MetroLyrics

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GXoZLPSw8U8

 

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Crying Wolf

Sinner:

“I can smell the death on the sheets
Covering me
I can’t believe this is the end

But this is my deathbed
I lie here alone
If I close my eyes tonight
I know I’ll be home

The year was nineteen forty one
I was eight years old and
Far, far too young
To know that the stories
Of battles and glory
Was a tale a kind mother
Made up for her son
You see
Dad was a traveling preacher
Teaching the words of the Teacher
My mother had sworn he
Went off to the war
And died there with honor
Somewhere on a beach there
But he left once to never return
Which taught me that I should unlearn
Whatever I thought a father should be
I abandoned that thought
Like he abandoned me

By forty seven I was fourteen
I’d acquired a taste for liquor and nicotine
I smoked until I threw up
Yet I still lit ’em up
For thirty more years
Like a machine

So right there you have it
That one filthy habit
Is what got me where I am today

I can smell the death on the sheets
Covering me
I can’t believe this is the end
I can hear those sad memories
Still haunting me
So many things
I’d do again

But this is my deathbed
I lie here alone
If I close my eyes tonight
I know I’ll be home

I got married on my twenty first
Eight months before my wife would give birth
It’s easier to be sure you love someone
When her father inquires with the barrel of a gun
The union was far from harmonious
No two people could have been more alone than us
The years would go by and she’d love someone else
And I realized I hadn’t been loved yet myself

From there it’s your typical spiel
Yeah if life was a highway
I was drunk at the wheel
I was seeing the loose ends
All fall apart
Yeah I swear I was destined to fail
And fail from the start

I bowled about six times a week
The bottle of Beam kept the memories from me
The marriage had taken a seven-ten split
And along with my pride the ex-wife took the kids

I can smell the death on the sheets
Covering me
I can’t believe this is the end
I can hear those sad memories
Still haunting me
So many things
I’d do again

But this is my deathbed
I lie here alone
If I close my eyes tonight
I know I’ll be home

I was so scared of Jesus
But He sought me out
Like the cancer in my lungs
That’s killing me now
And I’ve given up hope
On the days I have left
But I cling to the hope
Of my life in the next
Then Jesus showed up
Said, “Before we go up
I thought that we might reminisce
See one night in your life
When you turned out the light
You asked for and prayed for my forgiveness”

You cried wolf
The tears they soaked your fur
The blood dripped from your fangs
You said, “What have I done?”
You loved that Lamb
With every sinful bone
And there you wept alone
Your heart was so contrite

You said, “Jesus, please forgive me of my crimes
Sanctify this withered heart of mine
Stay with me until my life is through
And on that day please take me home with you”

I can smell the death on the sheets
Covering me
I can’t believe this is the end
I can hear You whisper to me,
“It’s time to leave
You’ll never be lonely again”

But this was my deathbed
I died there alone
When I closed my eyes tonight
You carried me home”

Jesus:
“I am the Way
Follow Me
And take My hand
And I am the Truth
Embrace Me and you’ll understand
And I am the Light
And for Me you’ll live again
For I am Love
I am Love
I, I am Love”

 

The song is “Deathbed” and I believe it’s an album-only song on iTunes.  It’s 10 minutes long and it tells the story of a man’s life.

What I love about this song is that it displays the glory of the Gospel.  Isn’t one of the most glorious things about the gospel the fact that it is so exceedingly simple?

I think we as Christians catch ourselves in a trap sometimes.  I know in my case, sometimes I focus so much on the idea of sanctification that I completely miss the doctrine of justification, and how truly awesome it is.  Sanctification, of course, is awesome as well.  There are few things quite as wonderful as seeing someone’s heart and life completely change in the direction of Christ.  But sometimes sanctification and justification become the same thing in our minds, and we miss out on the beauty that lies in the utterly (and instant) transformative power of Christ.  Christ does not only gradually conform us to His likeness, he also instantly makes us “positionally righteous” before God.

We’re all wolves, saved by a lamb.  Christ’s blood is on our fangs, in our fur, and yet the Lamb is who makes us clean.

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