Okay, so here is my first blog and I hope it’s a good one. It’s a little more on the personal side, but maybe this touch your lives as well. As some of you, I’m in the US Navy. I work on Camp Pendleton with the Navy Hovercrafts that were just used to deliver all the fire trucks to Catalina Island during the fires last week. My particular job is to maintain the communication and navigation suites for these craft. Typically there are ten people to take care of our thirty or so craft. Right now I physically have eight, but four are on deployment and two are getting ready to transfer to new duty stations. So in reality, that leaves two of us to pick up the remainder of the craft that are not on deployment. To say the least, our work load is double its capacity right now. So with all that said, we’ve had some really long days the last couple of weeks. I can’t go into to many details, but operational commitments require us to jump thru a lot of hoops to make sure that we can make our commanders tasking. Well, this week, especially has been rough. Usually I get off work around three in the afternoon which is a pretty sweet deal. I haven’t been off of work before five o’clock this week. Today especially was long being that it was supposed to be a half day (an even sweeter deal). I didn’t get to leave work till well after five.
Okay, so am I complaining? Maybe, but this is my point: I’ve been so tired, I can barely keep my eyes open on my forty-two mile commute home. I find myself nodding off while driving being scared, um, you know. Today I fell asleep at the stop light for the on-ramp to the I15. I pulled over and took a thirty minute nap and came to this realization. It is a total blessing that I didn’t end up hurting someone, or myself. What would happen to Stephanie and our Baby? God is telling me that I need to get more rest, to manage time better, and to remember that I have a wonderful family that I need to take care of. Wow. Praise God that nobody is hurt.
Okay, so I wanted to talk about one other thing. I’m doing a golf competition thru my command (sounds like I have a awesome job, huh?) My teammates and I have been golfing pretty regularly trying to bust the rust off the swing and make sure that we can when this event. Well, my game has just been going downhill fast. I can’t drive, can’t make puts, can’t do chip shots, etc. Last week, I finally got so fed up I just pulled out my nine iron and my putter and played the rest of the holes like that. It didn’t matter if it was a 300 yard tee shot or 90 yards. My trusty old nine iron is accurate and reliable. My game improved, obviously not enough to count but yet improved.
So, what does this mean? It’s like life where God puts all these challenges in front of you. Anything you could think of, addictions, work stress, home stress, issues with friends, and all the other curve balls you can imagine. If your life is starting to “shank left and slice right,” go back the basics! God is always there, always reliable, and always accurate! Only you can hold back and not trust God to be reliable. You see, if I didn’t trust my nine iron, and had thrown it away with the rest of my game, where would I be? I was able to work on aim, chip shots, and get on the green with out loosing balls left and right. It was there, right where I needed it to be. So the point is God is my nine iron in life. Always reliable, trusty, and somehow accurate.
Does any of this make sense to anyone but me? Now it’s time to finish up icing my knees, get some dinner, and get some rest before I head back to work tomorrow. God is my Nine Iron!