8/29/2006
DeHart Update 8/29/06
It has come to my attention that "our" blog has become "my" blog of sorts and hasn't really contained any information about "us" and that totally defeats the purpose of calling our blog "deharts.blogspot.com." Cause right now, it's only "dan.blogspot.com."
Anyway, you get the hint. So, from now on, periodically, hopefully as much as I can, I am going to be updating about "us," the DeHart's. And, yes, this would be one of those posts.
Love you all...
Anyway, you get the hint. So, from now on, periodically, hopefully as much as I can, I am going to be updating about "us," the DeHart's. And, yes, this would be one of those posts.
- Vivian has started back at UNT and we found out, through a ton of exhaustive professor conversations and discussions with her counselor, that she will be student teaching (granted she can take summer classes) in a year from now. She is super-excited and thrilled to finally see a preverbial end-of-the-tunnel. She's taking 12 hours this semester and among those hours she is taking a night class that meets twice a week. With this revelation, we started to pray about how we were going to "make time for each other" with 2 nights basically being out of the question for spending any quality time together. The Lord has definitely been answering our prayers...as He has really provided for us in that area.
- I am still working hard as the graphic artist at Valley View Productions. I passed my 1-yr anniversary back in July and am now looking forward to everything slowing down a little around here. (May-October is our craziest time)
- We are still comfortably living in our apartment in Bedford and decided about 2 months ago that we are going to renew our lease another year when it comes up in February. With that decision, we went ahead and painted some of our walls to make the place seem less like an "apartment" and feel more like a home. If we can get our camera working, I will take some pictures of it and post it for you to see.
- We are both going through a Soul Mates Devotional and reading a book called "Sacred Marriage" that has really created some much-needed spiritual and emotional intimacy. If you are married and you are reading this, I would highly recommend the book "Sacred Marriage" by Gary Thomas, as it really breaks a lot of traditions and complacencies often found in marriages. The subtitle of the book asks, "What if God designed marriage to make us Holy more than to make us Happy?" It has really challenged our marriage in that it delves into how God created marriage for us to best learn about His Love and how we are to love like Him.
- We have consistently been attending 121 Community Church here in Grapevine and have really grown to begin calling it our own. In our journey to find where God wants us to serve Him, we were led to a variety of churches, and although we didn't have that "burning bush" type-of-miracle letting us know that 121 is the ULTIMATE place for us, we both find peace in that this is where He wants us right now.
Love you all...
8/21/2006
shall we dance
I think people boil down to 2 categories:
You know the types, they have obviously taken some form of dance lessons from the local Lion's Club Dance Champion and really want to "show off what they've learned" by getting out on the dance "floor" (either an actual dance floor, around their seat in a rock venue, or a concrete slab emmitting a ghastly 140 degrees of heat, out in front of a supermarket) and trying to adapt their 4 days of ballroom lessons to celtic rock. You've seen them, you've even shared a chuckle with your friends at their expense, silently poking fun at their bravery, which you refer to as "old-people-trying-to-be-young."
Taking a look at the next category, the other mix of people that I am trying to generalize into a genre are those people that don't dance. These people avoid, at all costs, any instance or situation that may call on dancing. They are the ones at weddings that spend the majority of the time hanging out by the food, hoping the supply never runs out so they'll have an excuse when someone asks them to dance, "Oh sorry, I'm still eating. Maybe the next one." And when you go to dance clubs, they are the ones that hang out at the bar and bob their heads to the music, hoping that no one will notice their off-rhythm beating on the bar. They would rather avoid the awkwardness that would surely ensue if they tried to get out there and dance, even if they really wanted to and even if they really COULD dance, these are the kind of people that you will see later dancing on the sidewalk outside a subway station.
I think if you broke those 2 groups of people down to their lowest molecular form, you could generally fit everyone in the world in one of those two categories...and I wouldn't doubt it if the split was close to 50%. You are either a dancer or someone that would dance given the chance, or you're the kind of person who only dances in the privacy of your own room or amongst your family at Thanksgiving when your grandma decides it would be fun to see all of the grandchildren dance together to the "Greatest Hits of Kenny Rogers."
Which one are you?
-those who danceThere are certain people, in any musical circumstance or musically-inclined social setting, that will inevitably dance their hearts out. It doesn't matter if it's a dance club, a rock concert, or at a local celtic rock concert out in front of a supermarket on a Friday evening...they are going to dance.
-those who don't dance
You know the types, they have obviously taken some form of dance lessons from the local Lion's Club Dance Champion and really want to "show off what they've learned" by getting out on the dance "floor" (either an actual dance floor, around their seat in a rock venue, or a concrete slab emmitting a ghastly 140 degrees of heat, out in front of a supermarket) and trying to adapt their 4 days of ballroom lessons to celtic rock. You've seen them, you've even shared a chuckle with your friends at their expense, silently poking fun at their bravery, which you refer to as "old-people-trying-to-be-young."
Taking a look at the next category, the other mix of people that I am trying to generalize into a genre are those people that don't dance. These people avoid, at all costs, any instance or situation that may call on dancing. They are the ones at weddings that spend the majority of the time hanging out by the food, hoping the supply never runs out so they'll have an excuse when someone asks them to dance, "Oh sorry, I'm still eating. Maybe the next one." And when you go to dance clubs, they are the ones that hang out at the bar and bob their heads to the music, hoping that no one will notice their off-rhythm beating on the bar. They would rather avoid the awkwardness that would surely ensue if they tried to get out there and dance, even if they really wanted to and even if they really COULD dance, these are the kind of people that you will see later dancing on the sidewalk outside a subway station.
I think if you broke those 2 groups of people down to their lowest molecular form, you could generally fit everyone in the world in one of those two categories...and I wouldn't doubt it if the split was close to 50%. You are either a dancer or someone that would dance given the chance, or you're the kind of person who only dances in the privacy of your own room or amongst your family at Thanksgiving when your grandma decides it would be fun to see all of the grandchildren dance together to the "Greatest Hits of Kenny Rogers."
Which one are you?
8/08/2006
may not be a star
I wonder what it is about people's voices that can conjure up emotions and feelings and even actions. Is it something physical, like something a scientist would have to explain to me, using words like "septic" and "audible" and "hearing aid" and "osteoporosis?"
Or is it something psychological that a shrink might explain as "the shrillness of one's inner voice can carry with it a myriad of emotions and experiences, all emulating from the little child in all of us" while I lay down on a leather chair/sofa?
Emotional? Spiritual? Existential?
I don't know the answer, but I do know what I hear, and I know how I feel when I hear certain voices.
I do understand the experience that is conjured up when a person's voice makes it to my heart.
I have felt the pain/love/irritation of a lost memory well up when someone's voice reaches my ear.
I have prayed to hear God's voice.
I have run, farther and farther, away from voices that have haunted me for a long time, voices that speak of doubt and of selfishness, voices that remind me of my fallen condition and of how feeble my strength is, voices that appeal to the eternally-single guy that I was up until May 21, 2004, constantly reminding me how undeserved I am of Vivian's love or companionship...
If I don't voluntarily choose to fight those voices every single day, I will become as useless and as selfish and as feeble and as sorry and as single as they say I am...but in the end, the blues are still blue.
Or is it something psychological that a shrink might explain as "the shrillness of one's inner voice can carry with it a myriad of emotions and experiences, all emulating from the little child in all of us" while I lay down on a leather chair/sofa?
Emotional? Spiritual? Existential?
I don't know the answer, but I do know what I hear, and I know how I feel when I hear certain voices.
I do understand the experience that is conjured up when a person's voice makes it to my heart.
I have felt the pain/love/irritation of a lost memory well up when someone's voice reaches my ear.
I have prayed to hear God's voice.
I have run, farther and farther, away from voices that have haunted me for a long time, voices that speak of doubt and of selfishness, voices that remind me of my fallen condition and of how feeble my strength is, voices that appeal to the eternally-single guy that I was up until May 21, 2004, constantly reminding me how undeserved I am of Vivian's love or companionship...
If I don't voluntarily choose to fight those voices every single day, I will become as useless and as selfish and as feeble and as sorry and as single as they say I am...but in the end, the blues are still blue.
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