Going a Little Deeper

When I began this "blog endeavor" I wasn't sure how personal I was supposed to be. I suppose as long as I am not incriminating others, it's ok to share deep-dark secrets of Matt Hoffland. Well, maybe just the shallow-dusk secrets.

I had a dream about my dad last night.

For some of you, your'e saying..." And..?"
To fill you in, my dad's been dead for 16 years. Most of the time I have a hard time even remembering him, his manners, his voice, etc.. I was 17 when he died.

Last night was a "real" dream. I had just found out that he had faked his own death and we were about to have dinner together. A list of questions were forming in my mind. Dreams are interesting little creatures. The power comes in the intensity of emotions that you feel for events that aren't actually happening. I can't even begin to describe what they were last night but they stayed with me when I woke up.

This may sound very cliche to some of you, but the only Dad that I know these days is my Heavenly Father; the one that I can't see, hear or touch, but He's there, He's real, and He hears me.

What a comfort, that I never have to grow to old to have a Dad.

If I Die Before I Eat

I had to throw this little one in. The other day we were at dinner and my son parked his dessert right in front of him.

"Um...David? You have to eat your other stuff first before you eat that."

David studied his desssert then pointed at it.

"I call this a "Now-Eater."

A friend once told me

"It's better to eat the dessert right away in case you die in the middle of your meal. Then, at least, you know that you ate the best part before you went."

I could think of a few other things that could have a "Now-" in front of it.

Daunting yet still blessed!

It seems that my last post was limited to just a title..DAUNTING. This was by accident, however I think still appropriate. I now can extrapolate further on that endeavor. I had the privilege of being the speaker at a Jr. High camp last week for about 200 kids. My responsibilities was to share for 9 sessions. (notice I used the word, "share" not "preach") Only because I consider myself, at this point in my life, a "sharer" much more than a "preacher." Overall, I say it was one of the best weeks of my life. I didn't think I would have this response to it, but I was actually...blessed by the kids. Who knew Jr. Highers could be a blessing.
When I was planning to write this post, I happened to be right in the middle of that week. So, at the time, the task appeared to be DAUNTING. I gave quite a bit of myself away that week. I hope the sacrifice will produce..something.
An old wise man once said a long time ago (last week) that people are the only product we can take with us when we die.
I hope there will be a few more in my suitcase after last week.