tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527433349429933855Mon, 21 May 2012 14:15:20 +0000futuredownloadorganizeplanbooksfreeJourneychristmasgoalsdiscipleshipgiveleadershipmissionhttp://www.allthingsdelcambre.com/noreply@blogger.com (guy)Blogger285125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527433349429933855.post-3747415440683391966Fri, 09 Dec 2011 18:57:00 +00002011-12-09T12:57:14.642-06:00My new site is live. Go to guydelcambre.com to take a look. There are a few things that will adjust and be added, but it's a solid start. This site will remain, but will simply be a redirect page within the next few days. Lots of guest posts next week to kick off the first full week of the new site. So much thanks to Meshali Mitchell for her amazingly creative photography and insights. Check http://www.allthingsdelcambre.com/2011/12/moving-day.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (i am guy)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527433349429933855.post-7202773889738976462Wed, 07 Dec 2011 14:56:00 +00002011-12-07T08:56:40.167-06:00“The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places.”E. HemingwayThere is much to say about the year or so behind me; both a darkness and a glow to reflect upon.  Grief and grace.  Love and loss.  Redemption and a beautiful new day.  I found myself lost waking each day stumbling in circles, mumbling promises that did not belong to me.  Those days were dark.  and in the http://www.allthingsdelcambre.com/2011/12/goodbye-my-last-post.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (i am guy)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527433349429933855.post-2040551458434777951Thu, 01 Dec 2011 08:00:00 +00002011-12-01T02:00:44.102-06:00 “We were gonna get married.”Sitting across from a man abandoned by time and lost in circumstance moving faster than his emotions and any ability to actually absorb all that was happening, I looked into his eyes that were mirrors for just a moment.  It was just me and him sitting there, both aware.  The woman he loved was there, but not completely.  Teetering somewhere between him and death was http://www.allthingsdelcambre.com/2011/12/no-time.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (i am guy)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527433349429933855.post-6821490516066640124Tue, 29 Nov 2011 13:22:00 +00002011-11-29T07:22:18.099-06:00Truth holds a value forever deeper than words.  Words are a vehicle that both carry and hold truth.  It is quite simple.  When we do not tell the truth, we lie.  Truth is not a complexity that must be judged, evaluated or measured.  It plainly and very absolutely is what it is.  We lie when we do not speak truth.  No matter how convenient or polite or thoughtful it may be to not tell the truth, http://www.allthingsdelcambre.com/2011/11/what-you-really-say.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (i am guy)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527433349429933855.post-3256295493391879403Thu, 24 Nov 2011 07:48:00 +00002011-11-24T01:48:23.969-06:00Hope raises men from the ashes and the lonely depths of missteps and defeat.  Like a rope thrown out to a drifter overboard and under-lucked, pulled by waves in the direction of lost, hope is a way back.  Hope is a voice calling amidst all that is perverse and befouled to a heart, mine, graffiti-ed with accusations against a Protector who did not defend me against all that opposed and did not http://www.allthingsdelcambre.com/2011/11/no-3hope.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (i am guy)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527433349429933855.post-7069750091552952793Wed, 23 Nov 2011 14:32:00 +00002011-11-23T08:32:31.689-06:00 Love finds us. A person can love all they want with fidelity and steadiness, and yet, still not sink into the full warmth of love’s embrace.  Like an actor playing a part for no one watching or a poet writing words that are not being read, love only leaving you and not returning lacks the fullness of its experience and intention.  I was loved once for no other reason than her choosing, and it http://www.allthingsdelcambre.com/2011/11/no-2love.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (i am guy)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527433349429933855.post-2294509217832435434Tue, 22 Nov 2011 06:25:00 +00002011-11-22T00:25:22.560-06:00We all grow up.  Then we die.Just as day overcomes the darkness of night only to fade leaving no sign, not even a glimmer, life miraculously is and then, it is no more.That’s how I used to think about death and the space between now and then.  I am a middle child who grew up as an oldest but seemingly never forgot that I was in the middle.  My older brother, who in his time stood taller than me http://www.allthingsdelcambre.com/2011/11/no-1death.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (i am guy)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527433349429933855.post-5131104473224730231Sat, 19 Nov 2011 06:07:00 +00002011-11-19T00:18:33.321-06:00We were half way through the ride, my first time on a mountain bike in well over eight years.  At the top of a drop off apparently known as the ‘piss and scream’, I contemplated several things that contributed to my safety and well-being.  For starters, I had not been on a mountain bike trail in over eight years.  My sense of balance and instinct on my bike lacked a certain crispness and http://www.allthingsdelcambre.com/2011/11/mountain-biking-sex-and-truth-about.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (i am guy)4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527433349429933855.post-3225783153898490642Wed, 16 Nov 2011 07:23:00 +00002011-11-16T01:39:15.417-06:00No conversation ever intimidated and scared me as much as the thought of having a coherent dialogue with my daughters one day about sex.  My anticipation of that dreaded conversation some day in the future is one of imploding words and nervous sweating and dumb vocabulary.  Lots of uhhh’s, ummm’s and well, you see’s.  Being a daddy to three daughters, I simply always imagined me taking a backseathttp://www.allthingsdelcambre.com/2011/11/sex-is-good.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (i am guy)5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527433349429933855.post-4882536301022296180Thu, 10 Nov 2011 13:36:00 +00002011-11-10T07:36:37.814-06:00Casually we drove into town talking about the day.  What they like and don’t like about school, the upcoming weekend and all of the plans that they hope to make, and always, I ask about their friends.  Who they hang out with remains pretty consistent.  Every once in a while, I hear a new name in their recall of the school day.  I like to know what their little school crew is all about because it http://www.allthingsdelcambre.com/2011/11/bulls.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (i am guy)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527433349429933855.post-7746408211802332975Sun, 06 Nov 2011 19:58:00 +00002011-11-06T13:58:48.999-06:00Sitting here at terminal D, which will end up being the wrong terminal by the way, I’m thinking about the morning that I just left behind.  A conversation of stern words and hard warnings, truth and lying and of course, tears all before 9am.  Truth is a rather relative value these days.  One that is bent upon the teller’s perception of events and details or protection of reputation and freedom.  http://www.allthingsdelcambre.com/2011/11/leaving-and-lying.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (i am guy)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527433349429933855.post-8062534705909592902Tue, 01 Nov 2011 03:48:00 +00002011-10-31T22:48:48.572-05:00Dad, what’s that mean?Dad, why did you do that?Dad, what do you think I should do?Dad, when are we leaving?Dad, how did you do that?Dad, where are we going?Most of the conversations that I have with my girls center around these questions or variations of these questions.  In their young, innocent ages, the world is being built around them.  We all start ignorant.  No one enters life with a http://www.allthingsdelcambre.com/2011/10/dad.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (i am guy)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527433349429933855.post-7531820739135811758Mon, 31 Oct 2011 00:51:00 +00002011-10-30T19:51:22.954-05:00So Emily had full control of my camera for a while.  Here are a few of Emily's first shots as a photographer... http://www.allthingsdelcambre.com/2011/10/through-emilys-eyes.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (i am guy)6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527433349429933855.post-9144806840504712380Mon, 31 Oct 2011 00:32:00 +00002011-10-30T19:32:36.137-05:00 Elizabeth's first vocal performance.  So proud of her for taking the initiative to sign up for her school's vocal performance group, the Providence Performers.  Red shirts, smiling faces and proud parents, that was the scene.  One of the greatest things as a parent is to watch your kiddo perform something that they love to do.  I can't wait to see her perform more. Just a Sundayhttp://www.allthingsdelcambre.com/2011/10/weekend-in-frames.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (i am guy)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527433349429933855.post-1580594252232556094Sat, 29 Oct 2011 13:57:00 +00002011-10-29T08:57:44.293-05:00the cosmos and all that we do not know and cannot see, the grandness of life still being discovered all around us, living and breathing,breath, and the rhythm of dayheart, and its regular beat  the mouth of an innocent child smiling with unjust causeevidences littered on a path of shuffling feetwhispers echoing, escaping from clouds descendinggrace invading the grotesque heaviness of lifeand all http://www.allthingsdelcambre.com/2011/10/god-ethereal.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (i am guy)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527433349429933855.post-3217467688317395932Thu, 27 Oct 2011 14:34:00 +00002011-10-27T09:34:57.202-05:00“I believe daughters need to see daddies who don’t place God number one in their lives; they need to see daddies who have God fill every area of their lives.”  Dr. Kevin LemanOne day my daughters will think of me, the man they saw, the dad they knew, the words I spoke, our time together and those thoughts of me will guide them.  They will also recall my shortcomings, my inadequacies, mistakes andhttp://www.allthingsdelcambre.com/2011/10/when-im-not-around.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (i am guy)4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527433349429933855.post-6148921594196660247Tue, 25 Oct 2011 14:03:00 +00002011-10-25T09:03:07.413-05:0024 hours of life everyday.  So much to say of experiences, thoughts and hopes, but words quickly feel unattached from my thoughts.  I’ve struggled more recently with developing posts for my blog than ever before.  I start writing, connected to a solid thought, and then I lose the words.  I cannot seem to get passed 100 words.  I have no fewer than ten posts opened on the screen of my computer.  http://www.allthingsdelcambre.com/2011/10/empty-wells.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (i am guy)5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527433349429933855.post-4043569471687412853Wed, 19 Oct 2011 04:50:00 +00002011-10-18T23:50:41.937-05:00{jeremiah 31}   in the midst of all things wrong and the feeling of drowning in your own life...in the chaos of your mistakes and the guilt wrapped tightly around your neck...in the tragedies of life and losing and the sinking hole that feels endlessly deep, too deep for light to reach...there is one thing. the glimmering hope of restoration.the cracks in the wall, the exact spots where your soulhttp://www.allthingsdelcambre.com/2011/10/day-is-coming.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (i am guy)8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527433349429933855.post-2313522483247341101Fri, 14 Oct 2011 12:54:00 +00002011-10-14T07:54:11.242-05:00 Fervet olla, vivit amicitia:  While the pot boils, friendship endures. Wednesday night.  It is growing to be a regular event, a family tradition, an adventure in cooking and food.  The adventure part is that we can't cook.  Well, not really.  We can warm food and perform the simplest of tasks in the kitchen that would undoubtedly shock you with the degree of our ineptness, but we're committed http://www.allthingsdelcambre.com/2011/10/keep-their-bellies-full.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (i am guy)4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527433349429933855.post-6276526721518590359Thu, 13 Oct 2011 05:40:00 +00002011-10-13T00:40:35.410-05:00“Daddy, I left you a note.  Read it later, ok?”Elizabeth is getting older.  It seems with each passing minute she is growing into someone I love and someone I miss and someone I love to have conversations with now.  It is all very different for me.  I am not used to this as a parent.  My world as dad has consisted and been defined as wrestler, airplane, storyteller, teacher, dance off partner, http://www.allthingsdelcambre.com/2011/10/not-her-hero.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (i am guy)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527433349429933855.post-7724073505785675757Wed, 12 Oct 2011 14:22:00 +00002011-10-12T09:22:12.560-05:00“Amen.”“Hey, thanks so much.  Take care.  Bye.”With that, I couldn’t hold back tears from falling.  And it wasn’t just the type of tears that are just meaningful or flow with a sort of fitting reverence for a moving moment.  It was a nasty mess.  My whole face was leaking.  My lungs were reaching and grasping for breath between sobs, and I was undone.  I sat there in my car, the world around me http://www.allthingsdelcambre.com/2011/10/and-so-i-cried-yesterday-and-learned-to.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (i am guy)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527433349429933855.post-4183839752492978016Tue, 11 Oct 2011 15:27:00 +00002011-10-11T10:27:35.400-05:00Heavenly Father You always amaze meLet your kingdom come In my world and in my lifeYou give me the food I need To live through the dayAnd forgive me as I forgive The people that wronged meLead me far from temptationDeliver me from the evil oneI look out the window The birds are composingNot a note is out of tune Or out of placeI look at the meadow And stare at the flowersBetter dressed than any http://www.allthingsdelcambre.com/2011/10/prayer-called-song.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (i am guy)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527433349429933855.post-7273107858101262618Wed, 05 Oct 2011 13:17:00 +00002011-10-05T08:17:18.321-05:00 Beauty as deep as the skin Shelter of shallow wishes, nothing more Hanging in the wind blowing cold Empty the bowls, pull up the stakes Move to the land whispering another day Mere dust and bone Crumbling in each burning day Fumbling with a code that unlocks nothing Tomorrow especially Holding onto everything I see that looks differently  It's of dust and bone And it's crumbling too We are http://www.allthingsdelcambre.com/2011/10/of-dust-and-bone.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (i am guy)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527433349429933855.post-4067876490373895584Tue, 04 Oct 2011 03:39:00 +00002011-10-03T22:39:22.345-05:00For the better part of the year behind me, I have spent much of my spare time writing words, words that rebuild parts of my life to tell a story of God, of grace and grief, of love and loss.  Hours on end I have spent fitting those words together representing the reality of my life as accurately as possible.  And I am getting close to the end...of the first draft, at least.  For me, writing http://www.allthingsdelcambre.com/2011/10/this-time-i-spoke-wordsmy-talk.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (i am guy)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1527433349429933855.post-2339887279020821153Wed, 28 Sep 2011 04:48:00 +00002011-09-27T23:48:54.728-05:00It was getting late, and I could tell she was getting tired.  Her words were starting to drift as they normally do when she is about to shut down for the night.  I encouraged her to sleep on the drive home, if she could.  It was a school night, and she doesn’t do too well in the morning if she doesn’t get her sleep the night before.  She falls asleep almost as instantly, as I do.  One minute she http://www.allthingsdelcambre.com/2011/09/are-you-gonna-marry.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (i am guy)4