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Thank-You/Bella Is Home

randomlychad  —  September 8, 2012 — 2 Comments

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Thanks go out to Jesus, all of you who prayed, and the kind hospital staff. Bella is home, and back to her normal six-year-old self.

Lisa and I would like to thank you from the bottom of our hearts for caring about us.

How can we be praying for you?

Dear John Eldredge

randomlychad  —  August 9, 2012 — 12 Comments

To all of you who have read, commented, supported me over these last two years, the following is just as much for you as it is for John Eldredge. In fact, it is more for you than him; as such, I wanted you to see it first. I want you to know that as I head to the mountains of Colorado next week, I will be holding you all in my heart. It is because of your generosity that I’m able to go at all. And that is a gift I do not take lightly.

Thank-you.

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Dear John Eldredge,

You don’t know me. I have been reading, and have been helped tremendously by, your books for many years now. So much so that I longed to go to one of Ransomed Heart’s Bootcamps, to dive into that soul work with a group of like-minded men, but never had the means.

This year, that changed.

I didn’t suddenly come into some money. What happened was two years ago I started a blog. I envisioned it as a place where people could come to share their hearts–because that’s what I did: shared my heart. I spilled the pixels across the screen like the very blood of my heart. And the words that I threw out there, into the world, found a home in other hearts.

People responded to that heart, shared struggles of their own. My blog became a safe place to fall. My honesty begat honest sharing. I had a community.

Though, at the time, I didn’t quite know how large-hearted that community was. But time would tell.

It was this past June, and I felt that stirring again–the ache of unfinished work–so I put my name into the lottery for this August’s Bootcamp. I did this not knowing how I would pay if I were to be accepted.

It wasn’t too much later that I received notice that I was indeed accepted. My first thought wasn’t a faith-filled one, but was more akin to “Crap! What am I going to do?”

I almost let it go, let this opportunity pass me by. Because I was afraid. Then in the middle of the night, as Saturday became Sunday–as Father’s Day dawned–I had a crazy thought: what if I asked my readers? What if I laid this need out before them? Will they respond?

So I posted Lessons From My Father/I Need Your Help thinking that I would probably lose all of my readers. A man of great faith I was not. Not that night.

After writing, and praying, I think I finally turned in at about two A.M. And awoke bleary-eyed around seven. It was then that the faith became sight! Because as I checked my email, I saw a message indicating that my appeal had not fallen on deaf ears. In just those few short hours my Bootcamp tuition was two-thirds funded!

I was astounded! And my half-hearted faith was jolted into new life. The same people who read my blog, who were there through the thick and thin, honored the investment of myself I’d made into my blog, and into them, by investing in me very tangibly.

As I said, I was astonished. It was too wonderful for me. Who was I to deserve such kindness? I’m no one–a no one with a small blog, and a big dream. More than that, I’m a nobody who’s loved by a big God.

And those people–my readers–showed me God’s love in a big way. Funds continued to trickle in throughout the week, and I want you to know, John, that it came down the wire. I had to register before the deadline–not knowing where the last $70 was going to come from. As if it were even going to be an issue! But I fretted it.

God did, as He so often does, raise someone up at the eleventh hour, so that two things happened:

1) My Bootcamp tuition was fully funded; and,
2) God alone got the glory.

How cool is that?

Along the the way, He used those dear folks to teach me a precious lesson about community, and together they and I, with Him, started a brand new story.

As I said above, you don’t know me, but I wanted to honor those who sacrificed for me by letting you know how I came to be here.

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Folks that is the story you and I are telling together this summer here. What story is God using you to tell? How are you speaking faith into your, and others, lives?

'Thank you Card' photo (c) 2011, Jon Ashcroft - license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/Today’s the day.

If you read my Farther’s Day post, you know something of my childhood story, and my struggles as a dad. You also read of how you could help me become a better man.

Many of you have stepped up this week, made sacrifices for me, and taught me a lesson about community. Whatever the final outcome, I will be forever grateful for your kindness and generosity.

I wrote yesterday of what all of this has meant to me. I stand stunned into silence by all that’s transpired this week.

But now we are coming down to the wire. Never before have I appealed to you, my readers, for anything (excepting, of course, your attention). This blog exists as a labor of love, and you have shown me what it–and thus I–mean to you.

We are almost there. At last tally, we are $70 short of our goal.

Can you help push us over the edge? If you can’t afford to give, will you pray?

I feel like a fool coming to you this way.

I’ll tell you how it is for me: I feel like the woman told about in Scripture, the one with the issue of blood. Like her, there is a crowd–an obstacle that must be overcome–standing betwixt her and Jesus. “If I can but touch the hem of His garment,” she says to herself.

That’s what this is to me: my “hem of His garment” moment. I put this out there for all of you to see, not knowing how it would be received.

And you have overwhelmed me.

And I am–we are–almost there; the hem of His garment is nearly within reach.

Anyone who gives any amount will be entered in both giveaways I put on this week:

Kindle copy of Tosca Lee’s Demon: a Memoir

And:

Jeff Goins’s You Are A Writer

If you are unable to donate, you may still enter to win one, or both, of those books by simply commenting in either, or both, of those posts. I will accept entries through midnight tonight (Friday, June 22nd, 2012). Winner(s) will be selected via Random.org.

So there it stands–we are down to the wire. I have until midnight to register with Ransomed Heart, or I forfeit my spot.

Please click the button below to be directed to PayPal. Thank-you very much! Many, many blessings to you!

–Chad





Today is Memorial Day in the United States. It is a day set aside to remember those who paid the ultimate price in securing the freedoms we all too often take for granted in America. While I’ve not had the privilege of serving in the military, nor have I personally known anyone who has given their life, I nevertheless want to say:

Thanks

Thank-you to all the former, and active duty personnel, who have given, and are giving, the best years of their lives to secure the freedoms I enjoy.

Thank-you for giving up so much time with your children and families so I can safely enjoy time with mine. It is not a privilege I take lightly.

Thank-you to:

My uncle, Kelly Graham, who served in the Navy.

My cousin, Daryn Callahan, who served in the Army.

I know we–I–don’t say it enough:

Thank-you!