Reflection

After a long walk an old man a Survivor of war, gets up after talking to his fallen friends and asks his dear wife. Have I lived a good life? Tell me i am a good man. A scene from a very confronting movies called saving private Ryan.

A speech from my hero Billy Grahams daughter at his funeral said that my daddy, after I had left and married a man and divorced. She had fear that her daddy one of the worlds most recognised evangelists would reject her as a failure and hate her decision. As the thousand’s in the crowd lent forward to hear what he said. She said my daddy held his arms out and embraced her with not one bit of hate or disapproving manor or words.

These two scenes have been playing in my head the last month or 2 as some of our dear family walks through a 12 month anniversary of a dear mothers death. What will the end of our lives look like? Are we really doing what God called us to do. If my funeral were to be tomorrow would people say I was a good man? A good Father? A good Husband? Or most important a good faithful follower of our Lord Jesus Christ?

Being a passionate entrepreneur I tend to go hard at things and sometimes sacrifice sweet little moments like wiping my toddlers nose or being physically or emotionally there after a big day of chasing a dream.

With our 5th child due soon as a man I feel that my family will be and are my greatest legacy. We both had dreams and feel it is our calling to raise a large family. On our first night together picking Niki up in my Girls car (hotted up Lanos) taking her to my favourite place on earth which has now become our children’s favourite place to go as a family. Niki and I talked about having a big family. We were young and had no idea where God or life would take us. 12 years on we have no regrets about where we are and how many children our Lord is providing.

An adventure and a calling that sometimes leaves us shaking our heads, loving our lives and fully in love with the little people God has bought into our lives. Homeschooling, seeing there brains light up when what is taught finally registers and sinks in. Being conservative Christians that have Holy Spirit convictions when it comes to dress, broadcast TV and radio and even certain ministers and pastors we don’t allow or limit. Zig Ziglar said you are who you are by what goes into your brain.

We all have our calling our own path, but where ever God is taking you, believe, stand in it and love. Maybe one day we will all hear on this earth or in heaven when Jesus hold our faces and says well done, good and faithful servant. Stay strong and know that he is Lord.

God Bless you and thanks for reading. Please comment

Michael McDowell

Time is fleeting

Its been a very busy few weeks in the McDowell household. Parties, celebrations, last-minute work trips to Melbourne, 5 year old’s birthday party and a busy end to the year for the business.

Such crazy chaos, noise and busyness, head spinning, mind is racing thoughts the go a little like this, let’s go, come on, get the kids ready and bathed, toilet, stay happy or Ill make you. While washing Gracie’s hands today everything changed. Her little doll she calls her baby was sitting on the bathroom bench while I washed her hands. He little face turned left to see her baby’s head in a little bit of water, her heart races, blood pumps, emotions boil and all of a sudden, PUPPA babies wet!!!! this passion for a little baby doll rises up and all of a sudden everything fades away in my mind to be replaced with dread as I rescued this baby from the grips of danger and dried the poor things head. Gracie grabs the baby and hugs it as if it just went down the Nile river and clung to life in order to see its adoring mother again.

What happens to us as adults that once upon a time would have had the wildest and adventurous imaginations? dreams of saving the world from UFO’s or pretending we could fly so that our far away friends would be so much closer, or to drop everything to make sure baby does not get wet. One of the biggest drags in life is to work at a job where imagination is about 1 percent of the daily requirements. We honour the pilgrims of imagination, the leaders that didn’t let there daily lives get in the way of them changing the world. I think of Lucy Maud Montgomery the writer of the great series Ann Of Green Gables, of Laura Ingalls Wilder that put in writing her amazing life in the wild west of America, so many others that stand out as adults that have never given up their imaginations. Professionals such as Steve jobs, the subway brothers just to name a few.

Something to think about as the 24 hour time clock has suddenly hit 98 octane and is hurdling towards the end. Time is fleeting make it count, imagine, create, love and be passionate about life as in the bible it says, it’s here, its gone, the place remembers it no more. Make your mark on the next generation, love like Christ and change the world.

Please comment and Merry Christmas

Michael McDowell

Christmas Love

The year was 2006, for me Christmas started in a Western Brisbane suburb called Ipswich, while I loved the usual tradition of going somewhere either to a park or to relatives houses for a hot Christmas day, something was different about this Christmas, a feeling of love was in my world.

In November that year on the way down to a church camp I asked Niki if we can officially take our relationship to the next level. I couldn’t wait to hit the western freeway and head north to see my girlfriend, I can still remember walking in that day to a house filled with Christmas decorations, lots of yummy food that I had never had at Christmas, most of my Christmas days consisted of food that you had to fight over before your hungry siblings and adults and cousins took it all. My pregnant sister in law was sitting on the lounge as her baby was kicking her. We opened presents and Niki bought me a wallet.

2008 we spent our first Christmas married, Niki and I woke up dressed our dogs up in Christmas gear and exchanged presents and thanked and said happy birthday to our Savior Jesus. We then went to Niki’s for lunch then the next day we went to my families place. Things with my family had changed, Niki and I were one and we were starting our own traditions and life together, the pull away from the normal ways of doing thing prior to our marriage was leaving and new exciting things were coming into our lives, as the bible says, I had left my mother and joined with my wife.

10 years later 2017 we are celebrating our 10th Christmas together as a married couple, we have great traditions now, like Christmas eve we look at Christmas lights and go to emergency services offices and give them hand made gifts and cookies to say thanks for their tireless efforts and safety they bring us. We do stocking, something I never did growing up, this year we are putting up Christmas lights and decorating the house as much as we can. But the biggest thing that we sit back and wonder what happened, is we are now celebrating the 2017 Christmas as a family of 6.

Our 4 children continue to challenge and bless our lives, everyday they throw new things at us to keep us constantly reacting, mostly well, to their outbursts, tantrums, and love. The feeling of your child giving you a kiss and saying they love you makes every trouble in this world disappear.

We have great traditions, we seem to make more every year. We look forward to Christmas all year round, yes even us as parents look forward to it. In my last blog post I wrote about a Christmas hater, people also tell us Christmas is only for the kids.

For us Christmas is about our family of 6. The love, the fun, the presents, the sparkle of Christmas that is only here once a year, Christ was born to save this world and we as a family of 6 will celebrate with everything we have.

I hope and pray that this Christmas will be great for you and your family. Please comment and subscribe.

            Fat Sausages 2017

10 fat sausages frying in a pan. One goes bang. You know the fun irritating song.

Growing up my Dad used to prick the snags with a fork to make sure they didnt blow up in your face. Massive amounts of added fat to each explosive sausage, that made north Korea look tame. One of my favourite memories of my dad is pricking the Sausages. 

Its amazing how far the flavors have come. From the minced mess of anypart a cow that you cant sell. To chicken with sage and mint. Full fat no fat low fat organic. 

In Victoria the tradition of walking into bunnings and enjoying the smell of sausages and onions has been hijacked by well meaning vegans, that are now serving green sausages. Hmm fake meat sausages. By the way not green as in off but green as in vegan. I guess its the new way to have options but give me a sausage loaded with taste and badness. 

Let us know if you have any weird new mixtures of Sausages. Have a great weekend. Full of love friends and family. 

– Michael

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