Samuel Wyatt - 7 years. Hangin w/St. Nick (Taken with instagram)
‘Tis the season! (Taken with instagram)
Legit Tebow-ing (Taken with Instagram at Invesco Field at Mile High)
New meets old (Espresso Book Machine at The Tattered Cover) (Taken with Instagram at Tattered Cover Bookstore)
Books
Hangin’ w/the book folks from David C Cook (Taken with Instagram at Tattered Cover Bookstore)
Dessert!
Good times w/cousins onT-Day!
We’ve caught the Christmas bug!! (Taken with instagram)
November 22, 1971 - Xenia, Ohio (the one and only), Greene County Memorial Hospital, youngest of five kids born to Sandra and Billy Ray Covington.
I don’t remember a single thing about that day…wouldn’t that be weird if I did?! I do have much that I remember about the years between then and now. Milestones such as the big 4-0 have a way of forcing reflection. And I have to say, when I look in the rear view mirror I’m amazed; not at a life that I have lived intentionally, rather at the Providential path that has brought me to this point.
That path is littered, no…landscaped, with touchstones - markers of Divine grace. In retrospect, there were no clear signs, nothing that said “this is where you need to go and this is why”. In fact, much of what is good in my life could be seen as the offspring of misfortune or bad choices on my part. It’s this fact that has taught me that the bumper sticker that reads “Sh*t happens” should be followed up with the subtitle “It’s God’s fertilizer”.
Don’t get me wrong, there are plenty of times where intentionality was met with the desired positive outcome. Such as the birth of my boys; These guys, along with their mom, are my life - they’re everything to me. But none of that happens if my mom doesn’t get divorced, twice. It doesn’t happen (at least as far as I can tell) if I didn’t have an eye disease that kept me out of the military. I’m not saying that God orchestrated my mom’s failed marriages, or made sure that my eyes kept me out of the military, just so I could marry Christina and raise two awesome little dudes, that’s absurd. I am simply cognizant of the fact that there is ample evidence that good can, and does, come from bad - and in my estimation that is a result of God’s hand at work.
My question to you therefore, is how has God worked through your dark days? Maybe you’re in the midst of such a season right now. If so, I would simply encourage you to hold on to the fact that time will bring with it insight into God’s grace at work in and through you.
I’m excited to be turning 40, I know there will be trials ahead, I can only pray that I won’t resist the growth that comes with them.
