Daniel Bautz

Tag: Pain

  • Not Problems, Solutions in need of action

    You can have problems or you can create solutions.

  • Keep Paddling

    Keep Paddling

    A single duck traveled nearly 80,000 miles in its life.

  • My Grandpa knew Smokey

    My Grandpa knew Smokey

    My Grandpa knew Smokey the Bear.

  • Christ

    This is not a swear, no name in vain, or an exclamation. Christ is my life model, the measuring stick of my shortcoming. Over my lifetime I’ve watch the words Jesus Christ be assailed, defiled, twisted and devalued. While the truth of his teaching is immutable, it is ignored. You can scoff and you can…

  • Giving up the ghost

    Slides by. That’s what time does, slicker than snot from a Boston terrier’s snoz. Looking back on all my stupid, and it’s a ponderous pile, I give up on worrying about it. The past is a vapor, and it likes to sneak up on a fellow if he’s prone to wallowing. Like that creaky floor,…

  • The Next Big Thing: Dispassionate

    Interest and engagement take energy, lots of it. Its stressful, anxiety ridden and often frustrating. Passion pounds fists on tables and demands. It requires work, effort, and devotion. You rally, you push, and you pull, but the traction gained, is it worth it? Everyone seems aflame right now. Change is coming and we will make…

  • Fear and Fury

    Fear and Fury

    For the first time in my life, I see it coming. The end is near. The rats have begun to eat each other as they fear to lose their existence. As the water rushes in, are you pushing someone off the lifeboat to secure your spot? Or are you falling into the peace of drowning…

  • In God’s Hands

    In God’s Hands

    You’ve heard it. It’s in God’s hands. I remember in Sunday school singing the song, “He’s got the whole world in his hands.” That’s just another way to say we don’t have control. We are resigned to whatever may happen without the opportunity to shape the events as they unfold. For the faithful, that means…

  • Author Quotes: How We Handle Our Fears

  • Love Is…

    Love is sitting in a waiting room alone for an hour. It’s driving someone to treatment. Love getting up early to run routes. Love is sitting for hours of nothing for thirty seconds of excitement. It’s late nights and beating hearts. It’s rushing to help. It’s doing dishes, sorting laundry, and mowing the lawn. Love…

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