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Another ordinary day.

Well, Easter has been and gone for another year but if you believe in the Risen Jesus then you would be celebrating this day every day.

This year we didn’t travel anywhere. We had the best time as a family and the special part was the TIME we had together. We didn’t spend heaps of money on accommodation but we walked 20 metres out our back door, set up a tent and camped for the night. Well….Ollie and myself did. Lisa and Matilda slept in the comfort of their own beds. We cooked damper over the fire and had pancakes for breakfast the next morning.537306_232411976897557_248400846_n

All of this was the most simplistic of Easter week ends.

The video clip below was posted on Fathering Adventures Facebook page. I watched it just after packing away all of our camping gear. When I stopped and watched, the last 24 hours came flooding back into my mind and heart. My eyes started welling up when I thought of the fun, the smiles, the love shown to one another, through simply living with a loving wife and kids.

This clip topped off a fantastic 4 days spent together with family. Take a look and be thankful for the ordinary days you spend together with the people closest to you.

Share in the comments below, what you cherished most about your Easter weekend.

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New Crowder tune.

I’m always one for great new music. Here is a clip from David Crowder at the recent 2013 Passion Conference.

Check it out! It’s fantastic.

You can get the whole new Passion album here.


A 2012 Update.

Well another year has nearly passed us by. For our family the year 2012 has been quite an eventful one.

When 2012 ticked over on Jan 1, my work as a steel frame contractor was up in the air. I had 6 weeks off in between jobs and with another baby on the way in April we needed more financial security than not knowing when the next job would arise. We decided to take another job as a farm hand and finish off my contractors business of building steel framed houses.

In late March we held the first BuShed Blokes weekend at Maitland which was run by our Central Yorke Peninsula Shed Night. It was inspiring to see 1oo blokes get real and honest from the deep parts of their hearts about the stuff we face as men. There were so many blokes that returned to their wives and families with weight lifted from their shoulders.

P1020520April brought great joy to our family as we welcomed our daughter Matilda into the world.

The logistics of home life changed somewhat with an extra person around to take our attention. Since she arrived there has been many tears, smiles and laughs shared. She definitely lights up our world.

Lisa had recently finished an Interior Design course online earlier in the year while pregnant with Matilda.

After a bit of work behind the scenes she launched into cyberspace with her online business Little Peepz in May.

Little Peepz specializes in toys, decor and accessories. It’s great to see this develop with no expectations or limits put on it. In Lisa’s words, ‘I just love making nice things for people and if they like it well that’s a bonus.’ Lisa’s heart has surfaced through this and as husband I’m very proud of her.P1020812

Lake Eyre became a destination for myself, Dad and my 3 brothers in June. We spent 3 nights away swagging it in minus 3 temperatures. This was great because it was a first for us blokes to be able to do this and spend some quality time away as men.

We were able to celebrate Ollie’s 3rd birthday at Marion Holiday Park in July when we spent a holiday there for a week.

Chasing ducks around at the back door of the cabin and swimming at the nearby State Aquatic Centre were highlights as well.

Matilda was baptised in September with close family and friends.

P1030252It was such a wonderful day to welcome our daughter into God’s family and to be able to share it with the people closest to us.

In early October it was time to start packing boxes and get ready for the move to Maitland on to the farm property.

For anyone who has moved house before this was a huge effort. It goes on for weeks and weeks. Finally in mid October we said goodbye to our house at Moonta Bay and was time to create more memories at Maitland on the farm. Ollie took a bit to adjust with the friendly flies getting up close and personal. I had to tell him that flies are okay because they’re your friends. Ha, it worked for a bit!

The farm was hugely blessed with bumper crops during the busy harvest period. Once we finished I had to re-introduce myself to the family after sitting in the truck for 4 weeks. December has been quite cruisy catching up on things at home and in life while fitting in some work with all of that.

Throughout the year I have continued to be involved in Shed Nights once a month.

Witnessing many more men becoming the real person they were created to be is humbling to be a part of. All glory is God’s in this and if it’s His will, he’ll continue to build Shed Night’s to each corner of this great nation.

Lisa continues to do the toughest job on earth, being a stay at home Mum.

The work is never-ending. Having Little Peepz on the side helps rejuvenate her mind and gives her an extra little kick to get through the weeks.

Ollie continue s to be a normal 3-year-old boy.

Ollie got to spend some time with me in the truck.

Ollie got to spend some time with me in the truck.

His humour, smile and energy is infectious and brings much joy to our family. Gym jams, playgroup and morning catch ups with friends keeps him entertained and busy.

Matilda is just a gorgeous little girl.

She is growing up way too fast but she teaches us to cherish each moment we have together.

Our family thanks all of you for your friendships through another 12 months. We want to take this opportunity to wish you a Happy Christmas and New Year. We pray you stay safe and that the little gift of  baby Jesus may spark your heart into something greater for 2013. May the hope,victory and freedom Jesus has given us fill your lives into the next 12 months.

Love you all,

Luke, Lisa, Oliver and Matilda. xxxx


Is what we have ours or God’s?

I was reading this from Acts 4:32-37.

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‘All the believers were one in heart and mind. No one claimed that any of their possessions was their own, but they shared everything they had. With great power the apostles continued to testify to the resurrection of the Lord Jesus. And God’s grace was so powerfully at work in them all that there were no needy persons among them. For from time to time those who owned land or houses sold them, brought the money from the sales and put it at the apostles’ feet, and it was distributed to anyone who had need. Joseph, a Levite from Cyprus, whom the apostles called Barnabas (which means “son of encouragement”), sold a field he owned and brought the money and put it at the apostles’ feet.’

These words got me thinking…..

Is what we have ours or God’s?

Would you be prepared to sell something and give it all to someone in need?

I know my answer but would love to hear yours. Please comment below.


How does milk in your face make you think about Christmas?

In a few days time the once a year celebration of Christmas will take place.

As I got Matilda up this morning from her cot I walked through the door and was hit by the wall of stink coming from her nappy. I swear it was the biggest poo I’ve seen from her. Ollie was with me and he said, “Matilda that’s smelly poo!”

Minutes later after all was clean I fed Matilda and as she was spitting milk at me it drew my attention to the little baby Jesus who entered the world 2000 years ago.  I thought what similarities are there with Matilda than with the baby Jesus we celebrate at Christmas.

Jesus’ mother, Mary would’ve encountered plenty of stinky nappies and milk being spat in her face. There is something pretty real about what happened on that first Christmas.

I remember back to when Lisa was in labor with Matilda and we raced to Adelaide in the middle of the night to greet Matilda some 10 hours later. Not sure if the donkey carrying Mary was racing to Bethlehem but Joseph I’m sure would’ve been tired from the walk as well. A stable to them would’ve been like 5 star accommodation after a long trip like that.

But when they met that baby for the first time the feelings of tiredness and exhaustion would’ve been replaced with a high hit of adrenalin. Finding the time to sit and cherish this perfect little gift would be few and far between with visitors rocking up in the form of shepherds.

As we continue to teach Matilda and Ollie about life and the truths and promises their Heavenly Dad has for them, I’m sure it was no different for the parents of Jesus. Our role as parents is to nurture, love and lead them. jesus light of christmas

Many years before Jesus was born there were people saying that God will enter our world and He will be our rescuer of all the dark stuff we encounter in our lives. He will show us light and love. We were told that He’ll be the best role model to follow because He’ll walk in our world. I believe this person is Jesus.

So whether you believe in this Jesus bloke or not, I can categorically say from my own experiences that He is as real as the hair on my head. He has given my life light which I didn’t see before.

I challenge you in the lead up to fine food and drinks this Christmas day to just ask the Big Fella if this is real? Ask Him if this baby Jesus we celebrate on Christmas is for real? And if He is, show me in my own understanding?

My understanding says He is for real because I see Jesus’ reflection in my baby Matilda. Simple but that’s how I know in my heart.

I’d love for you to share in the comments below where you see Jesus or where you’d like to see Him this Christmas.

May you have a fantastic Christmas and please stay safe. You’re worth it!


Book review: ‘Every Bloke’s a Champion – Even You.’

If you’re a bloke looking for some encouragement instead of being ‘kicked in the guts’ then pick up “Every Bloke’s a Champion – Even You.”every blokes a champion book

Author of ‘Every Bloke’s a Champion – Even You’,  Ian ‘Watto’ Watson is also the founder of men’s Shed Happens nights across Australia. He travels far and wide encouraging men to be who they were created to be. He also owns his truck driving training centre and is a mad Carlton Blues fan. (We won’t hold that against him.) You can follow him at wattobooks.com and on twitter.

My review:

When you pick up and read this book it’ll be as though Ian Watson is in front of you at a half time footy huddle firing up the charges for a final big effort.

Ian writes in a way that connects to the ordinary Aussie bloke. He ‘hits the nail on the head’ with a lot of stuff that hold us blokes back.

We all take words from people differently but to hear words of encouragement more so than words that pull you down is refreshing and uplifting. He’ll help you conquer feelings of hatred, bitterness, resentment and unforgiveness. All this stop us from being who the Big Fella wants us to be.

Our hearts are what makes us come alive so to read how to tap into that big ticker is exciting.

Watto sheds the stuff of how he has worked through things in his life.  Being encouraged to be the champion bloke is what you’ll get in this shortish, large printed book.

Here’s a snippet of the first chapter just to wet your whistle. You can read the whole first chapter here.

Turbocharged words that launch champions

One day, 2 of my truckie mates happened to be having haircuts at my ‘barber shop’ which was under our house in the laundry. Big Jonesy was one of them, and I thought the world of him. He was 10 years older and wiser than I was, and his words meant plenty to me.

I told these 2 mates that I was planning to leave the security of my office job and buy a truck. They both burst out laughing. Jonesy said, ‘Watto, you’re a bloody idiot. Leave that bludgy job?’ They were just teasing me, the way blokes do. I tried not to show it but my pride and ego were smashed.

It didn’t stay that way, though. Jonesy must have somehow seen that this was important to me. His face changed and he looked me in the eye and said, ‘Watto, you’ll never look back.’ His words came from the bottom of his big heart and I felt it smack bang in the middle of my heart. Jonesy had affirmed me. His words meant: ‘You’re OK, and you’ll be good at it!’ It was a turbocharged word just for me.

When someone you love, admire and respect empowers you, you are ready to launch to the moon. It can put a whole new life and purpose into you.

This book has fired me up to live a better life. If you need some words that pick you up then don’t hesitate and grab this book.

It’s designed to be read whenever you feel. There is no pressure to read it in one hit. There are so many one liners that will help you get through each day.

You could even do what I did and leave it behind the dunny door and have a flick through when you feel the need!

On that note, I highly recommend ‘Every Bloke’s a Champion – Even You.’

And to finish up here is a short word from Ian Watson himself.

G’day Champion son or daughter of the King,

In Melbourne two months ago I experienced two great moments – I picked up the first copy of my book and saw the Swans win the Grand Final.

What an amazing journey of many months of ripping into the book with my wife Margaret typing over, over and over and working with my editor Belinda Pollard in taking it to the finishing line.

Thanks so much for all the prayers that have kept this ‘bird’ soaring high up with the eagles.

It sure is mighty humbling to speak with so many men and women, young and old, about different parts of the book that have encouraged them on their own journeys.

Then there’s amazement at being able to speak about different chapters over the radio stations and to meet up with people who happened to be listening, including a bloke I haven’t had contact with for 47 years since National Service training. I also received a text message from a shed man fishing off Sarina and another working in Perth.

All thanks and honour to our mighty Creator of the Universe for the privilege of writing a book into the hearts of my fellow brothers and sisters as we all take the journey of life together.

May my book be an encouragement to all those who it meets along the highways and in the sheds, and may it help ‘shed’ the stuff that gets in the way of the champion life.

If you are considering a copy for a Christmas gift, here’s how to get one: –

  • the Murrumba Downs Truck Yard Office, 19 Blyth Road
  • from the back of my X-Trail
  • an autographed copy posted to you anywhere in Australia, $20 plus $5 handling

Bookstores

  • Koorong
  • Dymocks – Chermside & Indooroopilly

Online

Bless ya heaps. Love ya guts.

Watto

I’ve never seen a bloke go backwards with encouragement.

Keep in touch with wattobooks.com


My story.

We all have a story to tell. Proverbs 27:17 says, ‘As iron sharpens iron, so one person learns from another.’ The best way we can help each other through life is to tell our story. Your story can be good, bad, happy or sad. Whatever it is we need to share it with others. 

This is my story.

A spanner was thrown in the works a few years ago when we had our first child Oliver. The comfortable husband and wife set up was thrown into craziness when Ollie arrived. Don’t get me wrong, I love that boy and he is a little champion, but the dynamics changed in the house. Lisa, my wife, was spending a lot of time with him and I was working and keeping a business running.

It was through this time, Lisa struggled with the change and so did I.  The life I was living was pretty normal, as if nothing had ever changed. I was having a great time at the cricket and footy clubs, getting home when I liked, full of more than one or two beers. This wore very thin after a while and pushed my wife to the limits. As a bloke, I was in my own little world, unaware of the struggles a new baby can give.

Now, as I’ve grown up, my faith has been a big part of my life. I was brought up in a Christian family with two awesome parents, two brothers and a sister. This gave me a good foundation on how to live my life. In those days we hung out at a youth group and a lot of my mates went to church also. Along with this, was the weekend sport. In winter it was dodging horizontal hail at footy and on the hot summer days it was smashing sixes at cricket. (Well, okay, it was maybe nicking fours to the boundary!)

As I came into adulthood, I started making my own choices about God and whether or not I attended church. I became slack in attending and felt I didn’t need God in all parts of my life. I didn’t really know where He was at all. I believed if I went to church every now and again, all will be okay. As time wore on, life seemed to be going on as normal, until about three months after becoming a dad.

I often lived my life on other people’s terms. In my mind, I felt I had to go along with the crowd to feel accepted by them. This led me into trouble on a number of occasions. The final straw was when I came home absolutely out of my mind drunk. Ollie was dealing with silent reflux as a baby and Lisa was at a wit’s end. Coming home in this state was no way to live and be responsible for my family. I had to change the way I treated others. Especially those closest to me.

Thankfully, Lisa said, “This has to stop.”

Now this isn’t about a wife nagging at you or me being perceived as under the thumb. I’ve heard the discussions in the pubs amongst a group of blokes. “Oh that bloke, he’s under the thumb and she’s a pain and all she does is nag.” No those comments are crap and us men have to stop it.

I needed to take the responsibility of a new baby seriously and put my wife and baby first before anything else. I wasn’t doing this.

Not long after these events, I spent a week-end in Canberra at an event called Better Blokes. It’s for ordinary blokes wanting to become better husbands, better dads, better mates and ultimately a better bloke.

It was at Better Blokes that something changed. It’s very hard to explain, but something changed deep inside me. Identity was the topic of the first session. The speaker said, “That no matter who you are, where you’ve been, what stupid things you’ve done, there is a God… a Heavenly Father that loves you unconditionally just the way you are.” Someone turned the lights on in my heart and in my mind. I was trying to be accepted by others, but I realised God was the only person that matters. He loves every part of me. Even the silly dry jokes I make and the incorrect words I sing to Cold Chisels, Khe Sanh. I didn’t need to succumb to others, to be accepted.

My heart changed that weekend and I entered a real relationship with the Creator of the universe. I came home a better husband and dad than the one who left. I came home and put all my trust in God. I trusted Him with my life. Three years later, He hasn’t let me down once.

Today, I live my life with contentment and peace, knowing where I sit in God’s eyes. He has changed my heart to be accepting and loving to all people.

My family is now the number one priority. I now prioritise having dinner together, bathing the kids and reading bed time stories. Such simple things, but they are what I value most.

Throughout my story were some tough times. I struggled for a while. But those tough times are long gone. I’m thankful now that I’ve come through the other side a better person. We’re no different to a knife being sharpened on a steel. It goes through hard abrasive times to become a sharp useful tool. It can now do it’s job properly. We’re the same.

So can I encourage you to share your story. Whatever it is. Share it below if you feel. We’re here to learn from each other.

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