Ready for Take-Off

Well, it's time to kick the spurs...

I've decided to get off my "wait for the perfect time" seat and make now the perfect time to launch BobMortonSpeaks.com. The site is nowhere near finished, nor is it even hosted by me (note the ads in the top of the window), but the blog or "the locker room" is up and running. So from hear on out, tune in here...

www.BobMortonSpeaks.com

In love,

Bobby

This May Sound a Bit Selfish, But...Just Go With It.

I just got back from Starbuck's a little bit ago. That's right, you heard me correctly. I was actually at Starbuck's for two whole hours tonight. I'm not a big flavored coffee drinker, nor am I a huge fan of their bold blends (with one exception), so for me to spend a good two-hour span in that place is a big deal. The company I kept was a big part of my being surprisingly okay with staying. You see, it was during the course of our cups of coffee and conversation that the title of this entry was actually voiced...several times.

I've had an overwhelming feeling lately that God has been singling me out and speaking directly to me. Even when I'm in a large group, I feel like I'm being pulled aside and whispered to, having revelations about everything in my life. [Now, Enter Title Here] I feel like God's really tuned in to what's happening in MY life. It strikes me sometimes and I think, "Who am I to think that God cares specifically about me? I mean, He's got an entire Kingdom to worry about." But are my feelings of this direct and specific connection truly as selfish as they first seemed?

The truth is, God loves me for me. He loves me for who He created me to be. He had a purpose and plan in mind for me while I was still an "unformed substance." And now that I'm a "formed substance," I'm in His thoughts constantly. David compares God's thoughts of him to all the grains of sand in all the Earth. Are you kidding me? And sometimes I find it hard to muster up a minute and a half of quiet time.

As I become more introspective on what my "selfishness" is about, I realize that it all boils down to the time I've spent with Him. All these whispers and times I feel like I'm being singled out? They're just God's answer to the thoughts on my mind and heart during our intimate times together.

So hey, it really may sound a bit selfish, but I'm just gonna go with it.

Lovingly, respectfully, and thankfully,

Bobby

Mama...Mama, I'm Comin' Home

Yes, yes, yes...In just a few days I will be packing up a few things and hittin' the road, heading southbound towards the Lone Star State. I am quite excited for a plethera of reasons. Let me list a few for you today:

1) I can't wait to see my mom. I know it sounds goofy and a bit underaged for me, but even at 22, I'm still a Mama's boy. I haven't seen her since the Sugar Bowl, and I am so excited to get home and spend some quality time talking about life and all the things that resemble it.

2) I can't wait to see my brother. Though I miss Tommy wrestling for a bid to become an All-American in just his second year of collegiate athletics, I'm so pumped for the opportunity I have to hang out and shoot the breeze with him. Granted, we'll spend some time with the PS2, and we'll spend some time at the gym, but the time I'm most looking forward to is the couch potato time we'll have to just talk about how life and God is treating both of us.

3) I can't wait to see something other than snow. I know the cold has broken a bit, and I can go outside without a thick jacket, but I'm so excited to walk outside in a tee shirt and still break a sweat. Along with this, I get to play a few rounds of golf at home, and that always spells fun AND trouble for me.

4) I can't wait to receive motherly counsel about my future. As much as I hate to admit it, my mom has been right about more things in my life than she has been wrong. Now, I still have a set of luggage she told me not to get and I don't regret my choice of the expensive laptop, but on most other cases, she's predicted how I would handle most other things. At this point in time, I'm still in the decision process of where I'm going to be come June, and I'm excited that my mom has some input. It will be nice to get away from my options and perhaps a few biases, and get home to a woman who cares about nothing else outside of my own joy.

So needless to say, I am ready to head home. It's a long drive, but I love the open road. More than that, I love the feeling when the car comes to rest in the driveway. Kinda makes me think of how awesome it'll be when my car comes to rest at the gates of Heaven...sorry to go and get all Christian-like on y'all.

Home Sweet Home

Bobby