Out of the Basement

So I was supposed to be in Orlando all week... things happen... things change. The call came and  my plans did just that; they changed. Now, at midnight,  I sit in a chair in a hospital room while my world lays in her bed for the night... groggy from her meds and trying to rest before her surgery in the morning. It wasn't planned but things happen... things change. I checked out of my hotel in a whirlwind, racing to the airport to catch a flight destined for delay due to a faulty starter that hindered the right engine. I was able to keep my phone on and waited for every text message from the emergency room I was desperately trying to get to. I looked at my phone and realized that in my haste, I had forgotten to grab a charger cable... I had a phone... I had a Mophie charger... but I did not have the means to connect the two! I asked half the people on the plane. No charger.  The other half had deplaned. The flight attendant saw my distress and tried to help. Still no charger.  M

I had to say goodbye to Dekker tonight. I would say it is was unexpected... sudden... but it wasn't. He was 13 years old and an old man... for a dog. But,  he was an old man from birth.  He didnt liked to be held,  but he didnt like to be alone. He was quiet and seemingly pensive, but could let loose and tear through the house with the best of them. Itll be different with him gone.  I wont have to wash that bath mat nearly as often that he liked to sneak off and relieve himself on... Morning coffee wont be the same, there'll be too much room on the love seat in our bedroom where he crowded me every morning for the last 13 years! My office will be quieter without that old dog snore of his as he slept on the floor waiting for Angie to get home. It's already quieter... too quiet. I will miss him. Alot. I rubbed his nose as he went to sleep... he hated that.   I loved it... I loved him. Goodbye old man.

"Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow, it empties today of its strength." Corrie Ten Boom From our devotional this morning. Reminds me of one of Angie Stewart Callahan favorite songs, Fear Is A Liar. I hope today to live in such a space that I am not drained by the future not yet known nor the anxious impending never realized. May we live joyfully and peacefully in the blessed now. Thank you Lord in advance... Good morning.

Happy Mother's Day to all those past and present who have borne the task of caring, loving, toiling and yearning for their children. It's obviously a complicated task being someone's mom! She does the sacrificing and laboring so all we see are the adventure and excitement of our youth. They do their work quietly... with little regard for recognition. They are the silent saints who bridge the gap between the ignorance of youth and the hubris of our adolescence. A week or two ago I found some old videos of me and Angie Stewart Callahan and Darren Callahan playing and singing while on one of our regular visits to see my mom and dad. My mom was holding the camera while Lisa Popchoke Callahan and my dad sat and help to create the background scene of one of those beautiful moments often forgotten in the days that would come, but previously remembered when recalled. But there she sat... holding her camera... ushering and directing her kids to share their gifts and to reward her

I have always been intrigued by Occam's Razor. In a word it just states that if there are multiple hypothetical answers, the one with the fewest assumptions is most often correct.  It is used by philosophers, psychologists, and many other scientists to problem solve... to sort out the riddles of the universe... to know! I think it is exercised in our fatih as well.  This week has been a week for me where its use has been overtly evident.... I can see in my mind's eye as it writes out the many hypotheticals of my life on some big dry erase board, offering me assumptions to help draw down to the most obvious answer... I saw it as I read in John when Jesus asked Peter for the third time, "do you love Me?" I felt it writing on that big white board as thoughts turned to words in numerous situations throughout my week as co worker and friend alike allowed me to speak into their lives something from Him that would heal or comfort. As a few people listened to my songs... giv

There was this moment…  David S Callahan (c) 2017 There was that moment just one moment ago, that I thought I was okay. Then I opened up that picture and I saw that incredible smile. That's when it hit me that I would not ever see it again. At least not in the same way… in a tangible way that let me reach out and touch you and say I love you. It was in that moment that I knew that I was not okay; I am just learning to be okay. It is not the same. It is a new and different kind of okay. I can't just mend or heal or work through this one. Time won't heal this wound. Time is the enemy. The longer I live, the longer we are apart. Not that I don't want to live, but living without you here is not a deal I was willing to strike. I guess we never think it through when we are negotiating this life. But we live it with its most painful consequence… loss… Don't get me wrong, I am moving on just like you would have wanted. But I can't tell you it's as easy