The Rohr Family

He is good

We just got home from an amazing worship service at Harvest, downed a quick lunch of bagels and cream cheese, and I am at my desk determined to rest today. The leaves need raking, the house needs sweeping, the trees need decorating, the cars need bathing, the …..

Makes me tired just listing it. I can always seem to find things to do. I am very good at doing busy, I have spent the majority of my life doing busy but things are different now. I am different now and I like the new me.

In the middle of our set this morning as the music was playing, the congregation singing, the Spirit flowing, I just started laughing. This is not unusual behavior for me lately. In fact, most times I lead worship I enter into this place that can only be summed up as really really fun. I get to be right smack dab in the middle of what I am designed to do with my wife and children by my side, friends all around, playing music and worshiping our great King. It is my happy place and apparently my happy place is His happy place.

I know that idea can be hard to comprehend, but it is true. In my opinion, nothing gives God more pleasure than sharing the joy of your life in Him. It’s like God wants to experience us experiencing His goodness and power and mercy and grace and love through our eyes. I think that is the underlying heartbeat of worship – a Daddy watching His kids realize how good their Daddy is.

I liken it to Christmas morning when we save the best gift to give our kids. It’s that one thing they really want, that “big” gift, or expensive gift, or special gift that you know is going to shock them. What makes it all the more better is when that one thing is something they never expected to be getting.

I love that moment.

That transcendent place where excitement and joy erupts into gratitude and love that goes beyond the gift and is now directed to the giver.

“I can’t believe you got me this!”

That is what I see Sunday mornings while I lead my friends and family to their Daddy. I get to watch as hundreds of kids have their “I can’t believe you got me this” moment with their God. Sometimes they are loud. Sometimes they are quiet and overcome. Sometimes they cry. Sometimes they resist and fight and ask why. And sometimes they fall down and rest in Him or tremble as they encounter the goodness of a personal God that knows all they will ever be.

He is good.

He is happy.

He is excited about the future.

He is not worried about your doubt.

He is not threatened by your questions.

He loves you.

He has good plans for you and He love to see you love…

Him.

Comments Off, Written on December 4th, 2011 , Faith

A long second toe is actually a short big toe?

Now that winter is setting in, it’s time to start running again. I was doing some preemptive searching on ways to avoid patella femoral syndrome and I discovered something unexpected.

I am deformed!

Actually, its just my metatarsals although I could lump my scalp in there and no one would argue.

It turns out a primary cause of patella femoral syndrome is actually a short big toe called Morton’s Foot. I have every symptom of this condition that essentially creates a 2 legged stool out of your foot.

I remember watching my Grandpa stumble around acting as if he was walking on ice skates when I was a kid and come to find out, he probably was! I think both sides of my family have this condition and it will be interesting to see how treating it will affect my back pain, knee pain, shoe wear, etc.

The treatment could not be any easier, simply place a thin pad under the head of the first metatarsal or the “ball of the foot” making sure not to cover the second metatarsal. To accomplish this, cut a circle the size of a quarter for a gal or a fifty cent piece for a dude out of some insole padding. Feather the edges and stick them on the insole of each shoe or on an oder eater insole if they are attached.

You will end up with something that looks like this: