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

Suffering is Lonliness

Mother Teresa, one of my hero’s in the faith said that true suffering is loneliness. The feeling that no one is coming to get you, to kiss your cheek, to love you. To touch your soul with a kind word, a funny daggy joke.

Its a cold night, dark, alone a young boy sits in the darkness, listening to every sound, will he be caught, alone he sits, alone he waits. Hungry he waits for food. Alone with his thoughts he ponders where we will go next, how long he has left where he is living. The morning comes, morning passes, still alone he waits, waits for something.

Afternoon comes, still alone this little boy listens again for any sounds of being caught, suddenly the door is unlocking, frightened he braces himself for the worst. Desperate, afraid, what is going to happen in this next few minutes, the door opens into a dark warm unit.

As I walk in, there stands a scared little boy. For a few minutes our eyes lock, then the words come out of his mouth. I am homeless I have been living here, everything inside me wanted to help this boy. As a few words were flung back and forward like a friendly game of tennis, he walks past me, into this big world he goes. A few minutes of time and this little homeless boy will be lodged in my mind and prayers for ever. How do we as human beings live as if such pain does not exist. Such loneliness, God teaches us that we were designed and made for fellowship with the creator of the universe, God. Beyond the hardest of exteriors, the saying rings true. We are all made in the image of God, we are made for fellowship and when that is taken away the enemy is given room to flourish.

I may never see this boy again but as I came home and gave my young boys the biggest cuddle I could I saw him.

In closing, although its a heavy theme, its something we must face. Next time you see a homeless person. Connect, even in a tiny way, you could change there life and yours in the process.

May Gods Grace rest upon you as you go about your days.

The end for McDowell Blessings

12 Months ago we launched with the vision of posting daily and building the profile of, this last 12 months has seen a post here or there and a few photo’s of the creator Gods hand print. Whats next for McDowell blessings? as our renewal for the website came up.

While the YouTube channel has progressed really well this year, due to Niki’s hard work and dedication, this blog site has dwindled and has fallen into the darkness of the world wide web, and is starting to resemble the workings of the middle ages, something that has happened but really has no reverence in today’s culture.

There is hope though my faithful followers, this year I Michael McDowell father and leader of my family will be posting over 300 blog posts and ramping up this site to be a great light and informative read. One that stands out from the crowd, I will be campaigning, marketing and pushing for this to be our stay at home business and ministry.

I will be interviewing politicians, leaders, church pastors, atheists, big family’s, small family’s, interesting people and will be posting on you tube with my amazing wife about our lives as leaders and nurturer’s of this big loud happy and sometimes challenging family.

What can you do as readers? support, refer, comment and enjoy.

P.s keep tuned for McDowell Blessings podcast, coming soon

With all love and blessings. 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.

Its Christmas Time Again

After a short conversation with a sales person at a local hardware, I was taken back by his negative look on Christmas, an over marketed way of the rich getting richer, the poor being forgotten and a waste of time. For this man his Christmas spirit has been crushed by 1 or a few events in his life, where maybe he didn’t get his train set he wanted from Santa, or his mum or dad  had to work on Christmas.

In Santa clause 3 the ice man wanted to become Santa, he did everything evil in his power to become Santa, he kept hardening his heart to love, and to the real meaning of Christmas. Myself being a evangelical christian, Santa is a distant 2nd to Christ but in this example the more he tried to hate Santa the harder he became, SPOILER ALERT here, but in the end of the movie a sweet little girl, gave the ice man a hug, he asked, what is this feeling that has come over me, I feel like i am warming up, in front of a big crowd of other super heroes and made up figures, Love over came him and he felt the real meaning of Christmas. Love.

The bible says Love covers a multitude of sins and hurt, Christmas is yes very material filled, tables filled and tummies filled but in the context of things this is the way it should be. We must make the most of the time we have on this earth and Christmas is a very special time. Some people do it tough but that is where us who are mentally, physically and spiritually ok should be doing everything we can to warm the hearts of the hurt and the lonely.

My friend at the hardware should be finding ways of giving this Christmas, instead of worrying about how much money is going around. Maybe he need a smile a present and a good feed with loving caring people. Maybe he needs a hug, maybe he needs some Christmas magic.

After all isn’t this the real reason for the season, our heavenly father giving his son to a world that will end up killing him? To love the unlovely, the proud and the forgotten.

Lets love, lets give, lets make the best of Christmas 2017!

How To Sugar Soap A Wall

I have bond cleaned hundreds of houses now in my cleaning career, it has not always been that flash, I have made some big mistakes. One common question I get asked is how to clean a wall.
The answer can be very simple but also complex, A wall is a wall, a few common materials used are, Fibro, Gyprock, just to name a couple, the next thing for consideration is, what kind of paint is used? Lead? Oil? Water? the list goes on, the common silly paint used for rentals is cheap matt paint the seems to grab stains and scuff marks like its starving for it.

My brother asked me how to sugar soap a wall so here goes Matthew.

Step 1. Splash some blue sugar soap into a bucket and fill it with water.

Step 2. Use a good quality cloth, no chux as it to rough,

Step 3. Check to see if there are any scuff marks, or marks that sugar soap will not get out, test a bit to see. If the scuff mark is still there, then use GUMPTION first, lightly scrub the spot with your finger covered in a cloth, focus only on the scuff mark. It is guaranteed to come off, but if its paint missing and chipped which even the best bond cleaners can get confused with it will take more off.

Step 4. Wash the wall again with QUALITY cloths, you need microfiber or you will see the difference. start from the top of the wall where the ceiling meets the wall and go across side ways, don’t leave it to wet but still wet. It will take about 10 minutes or more to dry, if you have done it well then it will look like you have just painted the wall.

Step 5. Take a break!! washing walls is high energy and you will feel it unless you take regular breaks and have water.

The main thing to remember is, Wet Quality Cloths, DO NOT USE DRY CHEAP CLOTHS, or you will take paint off. Do not push to hard on the scuff mark just enough to see it removed. Remember also that the easiest thing is to call My Green Cleaner and relax.

P.S Sugar Soap is not edible!!