WHERE I COME FROM
I was born and raised in the confines of the Inland Empire area of Southern California for the first 10 years of my life before the family moved to the Portland, Oregon area for a better life. My parents rented a home in the woods, which became my favorite place to live out my boyhood dreams: playing “guns” with my brothers; racing dirt bikes on a single-track trail; target shooting pop cans and my older brother’s butt with a borrowed BB gun. My father died on Valentine’s Day in 1995 while I was away at college in Michigan, bringing to an end a very tumultuous and stormy relationship with him. Only recently have I been able to receive healing from my friend Jesus Christ from the pain of growing up in my father’s home. Isaiah 61 speaks of this “…healing of the brokenhearted.” It’s available; it’s real, it’s for anyone who asks.
Taking a month long trip to Europe in the fall of 2007 brought me to a place where I needed to confront some long held agreements. Just planning the trip had me in an uneasy place because for me, comfort comes from competence; if I don’t know how to do something, I’m not comfortable. I think most men can relate. The trip itself was glorious! If you want to see the pictures… LOL!
There were several times driving around in the foothills of the Dolomites in NE Italy when I was completely lost and there was no one around to ask for directions. God would speak or give me a strong impression to go one way or another and I’d find my way to the place I was looking for. At one point I was hopelessly lost in Treviso, Italy due to unaccounted for construction at a major crossroads. After 45 minutes of driving in every direction, God directed me to go in a direction that I just knew was wrong. A few turns later that I can’t explain rationally why I took, I saw a distance marker labeled with the correct route I was looking for. A couple of hours later, after a brief stop for lunch, I made it to my destination for that day.
Taking time to stop at the American Cemetery in Coleville-sur-Mer, Normandy, France. Nearly 9400 American servicemen are buried there at the request of their families. It’s a hallowed place of honor and sacrifice, heroes and courage. I spent 2½ hours trying not to cry; it didn’t work. I found an old Frenchman who comes regularly to honor the fallen members of the 29th Infantry Division who liberated his town when he was a little boy. And there are a lot of 29th ID graves in Normandy. We who owe so much to so few…
hmm...well, it seems my wife won't be able to make it...so, given that it has to be in even #'s, I guess I'll say that I can't make it. Thanks for the idea! It's a great one...and all else equal, would otherwise take you up on it. It would be fun to meet, and yeah, I like b-ball! Thanks dunogod - Tony
Thanks dunogod! So...what's the setup on the M's thing? Is it a guys thing...just you and one other ticket...or you have several tickets? I know, for example, that my wife would love to catch another M's game before the season is out...but I don't know what kind of group (if any) you're looking to get together to go? I believe...although I would have to check...that I may be ok for it either next Tues or Wed?
I just read your profile. You talked about your time where the ww11 soldiers were buried. I wrote a song that is on an album I released recently entitled JESUS TOWN. Beaches is the 1st song on the album. If you want to hear it, go to indieheaven.com and pull up my profile under Travis Vaad. Beaches is the 1st song and the 1st verse is about Normandy Beach. I hope to go there someday. WW11 was such a picture of good verses evil. Hope you have a blessed Christmas Travis Vaad
The capping's not till after Xmas and I was gonna skip it, maybe I will do if for my masters.. I am not into pomp and ceremony much. (sigh) I could not have done it without your support, prayers, listening, these last 3 years.... I want everyone to know you are the greatest friend anyone could ever have. I have the coolest job starting 2 days a week next week, full time next year... and at the interview when they asked me about spiritual and emotional oppression, I said well I have this friend in the states, and I don't even need to talk to him now, I just text him a prayer request and go back to sleep in total confidence.