The Reynolds Family is 1 man trying to live with 4 beautiful girls who insist dolls are more fun than dirt.
// May 28th, 2010 // No Comments » // Design, Family, Hunting, Outdoors, Relationships, What's Up
After 11 years of driving our green Jeep Wrangler, we are going to sell her. I put together a quick little video to remember her by, including her few flaws.
// May 4th, 2010 // 1 Comment » // Family, Family Values, Parenting, Personal, Relationships
This week while listening to a Family Life radio show in the car, I was struck again by how fast little girls grow up. With three of my own, and having never had sisters, at times I worry I am doing this dad thing wrong. Is it self-doubt, the lack of a manual, or the very real tension between family time and providing for these daughters that makes me shudder at times with “what-ifs”?
// April 13th, 2010 // No Comments » // Community, Learning, Relationships
“Check me, I got some Rad moves… the Rad Rad Rad moves… Check it out hey!”
a little bit later…
“How about you dude, what can you do?”
Silly, right? This favorite Backyardigans clip of our family has a lot to learn from it in way of finding people who challenge you and that can be equally challenged back. We learn in our friendships by sharing what we know as much as what we have.
// January 3rd, 2010 // No Comments » // Christianity, Learning, Relationships
In church service this morning and Dr. John C. Maxwell is speaking. Profound summary in three words:
“Yes Lord” works! – John C. Maxwell
// December 19th, 2009 // No Comments » // Family Values, Health, Hunting, Outdoors, Relationships, Writing
Each Year I Go Into the Woods
A Poem, Quatrain, Ballad or something of the sort by: Jason Reynolds
Each year I go into the woods;
I tell others it is to hunt those deer!
The truth: it is to put my feet where grandfather stood
Find my soul and wrestle my fear.
Sitting on the ground, trying not to be found,
Melting into the solemn autumn, white flag on a big buck’s bottom,
Singular concentration trying not to blink wrong, the birds sing their song;
About the time the crickets cease, the sun’s arising and so is the peace.
