<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:31:53.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Off Topic</title><subtitle type='html'>These are the thoughts of a man in need of serious help.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>186</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-8494846141978098726</id><published>2009-03-26T15:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T15:39:37.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickies</title><content type='html'>Please God help my Heels win it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited about going to the Final Four next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly is God's gift to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it time and let it breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax, they're younger than you remember sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honest people can have my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liars are a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy every step without looking to the next one too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imitation is the best sign of influence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Influence, Influence, Influence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can always do better, humility always wins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real humility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget the wrong things and remember the wrong things...stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus didn't just say "Follow me" he said "Be like me" as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not who I was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-8494846141978098726?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/8494846141978098726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/8494846141978098726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2009/03/quickies.html' title='Quickies'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-6015723566084748343</id><published>2009-03-22T10:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T10:23:16.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He Told Me To</title><content type='html'>Today is the 3rd Sunday I have had off this year. Other than for vacation time I have not had 3 Sundays of in what seems like 2 years. This is awesome. I get more time with my family on Sundays than on any other day of the week. So the thought has started to repeatedly occur to me..."Why would I give this day up for the rest of my life?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only answer there is, happens to be "Because He told me to".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple obedience. Wish I were more heroic than that, but I am not. I have no other option but to obey, but man, I really like having Sundays off. "You'll have all of eternity for that."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-6015723566084748343?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6015723566084748343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6015723566084748343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2009/03/he-told-me-to.html' title='He Told Me To'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-2888610491157014826</id><published>2009-03-12T13:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:15:12.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Criticism</title><content type='html'>There's something in life that I have absolutely no respect (or tolerance) for...it is criticism with no commitment. Do you realize how easy it is to be negative? Very easy. It is even easier to criticize with absolutely no equity in what you are criticizing. We criticize things we have no stake of equity in all the time...commercials, lousy products, bad meals, friends' churches, each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I have learned while at Gateway over the last 9 years...people will criticize something God is miraculously doing. There will never be a time where everything you do makes every single person happy. As a leader, you need to be okay with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I used to do...someone would criticize what I was doing and I would completely change what I was doing for them, whether it was the Lord or not. You know what you call that? People pleasing. What's really great is when you change what they wanted hoping it will appease them and they are still not happy with you. Save yourself the trouble...hear God's instruction more than you hear man's deconstruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear my heart on this, I am not saying that all criticism is bad. I have received some great criticism from even oh, say, a spiritual father, that has completely changed the way I do ministry for the better. Criticism can be a powerful tool for growth...when it comes from someone committed to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how I would sum this up in a one-liner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend more time listening to "family members" with a different perspective or opinion than you do listening to non-committed critics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those being criticized, don't tune out your critics...they might be right once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that make a habit of non-committed criticism, be careful what and who you criticize because if they're wise, they'll ask you what you are doing about it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-2888610491157014826?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/2888610491157014826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/2888610491157014826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2009/03/criticism.html' title='Criticism'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-1953313164209432897</id><published>2009-03-12T00:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:21:20.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Hits</title><content type='html'>Seven was off the hook last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the podcast if you missed it...lots of one-liners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P90X is a great addition to our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy Basketball playoffs start in a week and a half and I dominated the regular season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking Tyler to the ER was not nearly as bad as I thought...thanks to Tyler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful with your words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you're having a bad day doesn't mean I should join in on the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family is a gift from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serotonin is your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoga is not at all what I expected...gotta be strong to pull it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of hearing about bailouts with my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My outlook on life changes when I work out...much more healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be the most generous phase of my life to this point...it seems like all I want to do is give right now...to anyone or any organization God tells me to give to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make a great employee, but an even better son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If every message were like last night's I would want to preach everyday...ok, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure hope my Tarheels are at the Final Four with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-1953313164209432897?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/1953313164209432897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/1953313164209432897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2009/03/quick-hits.html' title='Quick Hits'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-2093326266403164932</id><published>2009-02-28T15:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T17:09:43.717-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes We Have To Walk Through It</title><content type='html'>Just read this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.joelstockstill.com/?p=190&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we didn't have to walk through difficulties. I wish we could have perfect lives with no pain. It's not realistic though. It is those seasons of struggle, uncertainty, and pain that help me show compassion to others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I understood why things like this happened to people who give their lives to ministry. If I were to be completely forthright I would say that it really upsets me. I hurt for Joel and cannot imagine what the last year has been like. Lord, bless him and everything his hands touch. Give him peace, comfort, clarity, and strength. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me to be soft-hearted and compassionate toward all those around me. Minimize my learning the hard way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-2093326266403164932?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/2093326266403164932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/2093326266403164932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes-we-have-to-walk-through-it.html' title='Sometimes We Have To Walk Through It'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-6238657280409090580</id><published>2009-02-22T22:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:40:04.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Flow</title><content type='html'>I am still processing all that God did in me friday night at C3. TD Jakes was the speaker and I had a 2nd row seat for it thanks to my best friend Timmy Ross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to explain why the following ministered to me so I'll just give you the highlghts of 90 minutes of Bishop bliss as he covered 2 Kings 4:1-8...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Elisha went thru mentorship before leadership&lt;br /&gt;-Elisha started out wanting the mantle, then he just wanted the man (me, me, me)&lt;br /&gt;-You know you are God's man based on the amount of trouble he exposes you to.&lt;br /&gt;-God will promote you to your threshold of pain&lt;br /&gt;-God's gonna give you an opportunity to use what you've got, but He'll do it through trouble&lt;br /&gt;-Pray the answer, not the problem (nasty)&lt;br /&gt;-What is in your house?&lt;br /&gt;-Sometimes we spend too much time analyzing "how much they've got" that we forget what we've got.&lt;br /&gt;-If all you're asking for is ordinary, you are not ready to talk to God...ask for the extraordinary! (solid)&lt;br /&gt;-When God asks you a question, something is about to happen.&lt;br /&gt;-Revelation is simply God shining the light on something you have already overlooked! (I'll take it)&lt;br /&gt;-First God forms it, then he fills it&lt;br /&gt;-Don't ask for too little, you might offend the supplier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an awesome night and one I really needed. Grateful for some of the dna I get from Bishop through Tim. God takes such great care of us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-6238657280409090580?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6238657280409090580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6238657280409090580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2009/02/let-it-flow.html' title='Let It Flow'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-8157413939910738027</id><published>2009-02-18T21:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:18:08.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Fast</title><content type='html'>I was listening to the radio on the way home from work today and a someone being interviewed made the suggestion that instead of the government helping all the people who have not been making their mortgage payments that they should give a reward to those that have been faithfully making their payment for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first reaction embarrasses me a little. I thought, "Yeah, you're right. All 'those' people are ruining the economy for the rest of us. Don't reward them for making horrible financial decisions. Reward me for doing the right thing. I deserve that money more than someone who will waste it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an idiot. I really didn't see anything wrong with this reaction. To my natural mind it just made sense. "Not so fast", the Lord says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here were the problems the Lord showed me about my thought process:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt I deserved more than someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt I was right and worse, justified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ignorant of my ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot that it could happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I have is a blessing from the Lord. It could all change tomorrow. My job is not guaranteed. Holly's job is not guaranteed. It all comes from Him. And if I have been given enough to weather this economic season why would I even think it would be okay to take from those that need it more so that I could get more? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord I am grateful. You are so good to me. Help me to be more merciful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-8157413939910738027?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/8157413939910738027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/8157413939910738027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-so-fast.html' title='Not So Fast'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-8312156284018410664</id><published>2009-02-16T09:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:02:11.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy February 14th Day</title><content type='html'>I don't celebrate Valentine's Day, with Holly or Rylie. I am not a fan...never have been except when I was single, that is. That's who Valentine's Day is for...singles. This may come out wrong but oh well if it does...Valentine's Day is not like an anniversary...and it better not be the only time in February you romance your spouse (or date I guess). Yes, I said February. Sadly enough many people need a holiday marked on the calendar to be extravagant towards their spouse. That doesn't fly with me, and it probably doesn't fly with your spouse either. Everyone loves to be pursued, everyone. Even the person who acts as if they have no need to be pursued is acting that way to get people to chase them because EVERYONE loves to be pursued. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when I say that I don't celebrate Valentine's Day that people say sarcastically, "Oh, because you're romantic everyday and don't need Valentine's Day?" Well, yes, at least I hope so. Obviously I am not on my game everyday, but I try to be. Oh, and I've learned that any woman with the sarcasm wishes their boyfriend/husband treated them the way I treat Holly and any man with the sarcasm is embarassed because he knows his girlfriend/wife wishes for more romantic pursuit than he's probably giving. This is not arrogance, it's honest observation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, I have been called to love Holly the way Christ loved the church...I don't take that lightly. I love the church. In fact, the only things I love more than the church are my wife, Rylie, Tyler, Preston, God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit. I love the church. But He loves the church infinitely more than I do. I try to love Holly the way He loves the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say, I am no where near perfect! Not even close. This is one of the reasons that I pursue Holly the way I do...it's because I am such an idiot. I can't control how stupid I am sometimes...it just happens. I can though, control my pursuit of Holly. Romance is simply effort. You just have to want to try. Anyone can be romantic. Romance is not a gift God gives to some and not others. It's not even something you have to come up with...you simply watch God do it and re-enact what you see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desire is to treat Holly in such a way that it gives her the ability to say that no man has ever treated her even close to the way I treat her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desire is to give Holly things that she has never been given by any man, even her own father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desire is to give Holly things that she would never even give herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desire is to be there when she needs me, or even when she doesn't, to chase her, woo her, cover her, encourage her, flatter her, give up for her, help her, serve her, focus on her, catch her, push her, need her, cry with her, laugh with her, grow for her, try for her, and the list could go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desire is for Holly to be so overwhelmed by my love for her and gifts for her that they reveal more about how God loves her than anything on the planet except God himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna lie...it's a competition thing in some ways. No one is ever going to be able to say that they treat Holly better than I do. NO ONE. No ex-boyfriend, no family member, no man who may try in the future. You are not going to beat me. You can't beat me when it comes to her. You might be able to woo her for a moment, but I will woo her for a lifetime. You don't know what I know, you haven't seen what I have seen, you haven't done what I have done...you cannot beat me at loving her...and she knows it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have hesitated ever writing about this because some may think this is arrogant. It's not. It's just something God has helped me get better at everyday if my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, everyone should love their spouse like this, even better than this, because this is the way God loves you. No one will beat him. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help me to love her the way you love me all the days of her life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-8312156284018410664?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/8312156284018410664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/8312156284018410664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-february-14th-day.html' title='Happy February 14th Day'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-6450611605009601939</id><published>2009-02-12T16:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:30:34.221-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Hits</title><content type='html'>-Still #1 in my fantasy basketball league...by a mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I cook a mean teriyaki marinated filet mignon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ton of response from Tuesday's message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Reminded this week what I look like without Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It isn't pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Looking at Tyler is like looking in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-excited to get the rest of my new suits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Holly is hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-grateful for great friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cheaters, thieves, liars...baseball, anyone receiving gov't $$$, baseball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Duke got crushed by my Heels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-having kids is the greatest gift ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-having Holly is the best decision I have ever made and beyond my greatest expectations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A-Rod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boot camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-P90X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-love-handles are a curse from the devil himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I need to start running to get ready for the Tillman &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-everything I have I do not deserve&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-6450611605009601939?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6450611605009601939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6450611605009601939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2009/02/quick-hits.html' title='Quick Hits'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-8812016390153551146</id><published>2009-02-09T14:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:47:55.962-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaiah 58 = Ouch With A Twist of Wow</title><content type='html'>1 “Shout with the voice of a trumpet blast.&lt;br /&gt;      Shout aloud! Don’t be timid.&lt;br /&gt;   Tell my people Israel[a] of their sins!&lt;br /&gt;    2 Yet they act so pious!&lt;br /&gt;   They come to the Temple every day&lt;br /&gt;      and seem delighted to learn all about me.&lt;br /&gt;   They act like a righteous nation&lt;br /&gt;      that would never abandon the laws of its God.&lt;br /&gt;   They ask me to take action on their behalf,&lt;br /&gt;      pretending they want to be near me.&lt;br /&gt; 3 ‘We have fasted before you!’ they say.&lt;br /&gt;      ‘Why aren’t you impressed?&lt;br /&gt;   We have been very hard on ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;      and you don’t even notice it!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   “I will tell you why!” I respond.&lt;br /&gt;      “It’s because you are fasting to please yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;   Even while you fast,&lt;br /&gt;      you keep oppressing your workers.&lt;br /&gt; 4 What good is fasting&lt;br /&gt;      when you keep on fighting and quarreling?&lt;br /&gt;   This kind of fasting&lt;br /&gt;      will never get you anywhere with me.&lt;br /&gt; 5 You humble yourselves&lt;br /&gt;      by going through the motions of penance,&lt;br /&gt;   bowing your heads&lt;br /&gt;      like reeds bending in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;   You dress in burlap&lt;br /&gt;      and cover yourselves with ashes.&lt;br /&gt;   Is this what you call fasting?&lt;br /&gt;      Do you really think this will please the Lord?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6 “No, this is the kind of fasting I want:&lt;br /&gt;   Free those who are wrongly imprisoned;&lt;br /&gt;      lighten the burden of those who work for you.&lt;br /&gt;   Let the oppressed go free,&lt;br /&gt;      and remove the chains that bind people.&lt;br /&gt; 7 Share your food with the hungry,&lt;br /&gt;      and give shelter to the homeless.&lt;br /&gt;   Give clothes to those who need them,&lt;br /&gt;      and do not hide from relatives who need your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8 “Then your salvation will come like the dawn,&lt;br /&gt;      and your wounds will quickly heal.&lt;br /&gt;   Your godliness will lead you forward,&lt;br /&gt;      and the glory of the Lord will protect you from behind.&lt;br /&gt; 9 Then when you call, the Lord will answer.&lt;br /&gt;      ‘Yes, I am here,’ he will quickly reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   “Remove the heavy yoke of oppression.&lt;br /&gt;      Stop pointing your finger and spreading vicious rumors!&lt;br /&gt; 10 Feed the hungry,&lt;br /&gt;      and help those in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;   Then your light will shine out from the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;      and the darkness around you will be as bright as noon.&lt;br /&gt; 11 The Lord will guide you continually,&lt;br /&gt;      giving you water when you are dry&lt;br /&gt;      and restoring your strength.&lt;br /&gt;   You will be like a well-watered garden,&lt;br /&gt;      like an ever-flowing spring.&lt;br /&gt; 12 Some of you will rebuild the deserted ruins of your cities.&lt;br /&gt;      Then you will be known as a rebuilder of walls&lt;br /&gt;      and a restorer of homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 13 “Keep the Sabbath day holy.&lt;br /&gt;      Don’t pursue your own interests on that day,&lt;br /&gt;   but enjoy the Sabbath&lt;br /&gt;      and speak of it with delight as the Lord’s holy day.&lt;br /&gt;   Honor the Sabbath in everything you do on that day,&lt;br /&gt;      and don’t follow your own desires or talk idly.&lt;br /&gt; 14 Then the Lord will be your delight.&lt;br /&gt;      I will give you great honor&lt;br /&gt;   and satisfy you with the inheritance I promised to your ancestor Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;      I, the Lord, have spoken!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you just read your bible :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-8812016390153551146?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/8812016390153551146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/8812016390153551146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2009/02/isaiah-58-ouch-with-twist-of-wow.html' title='Isaiah 58 = Ouch With A Twist of Wow'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-134309552181151416</id><published>2009-02-07T22:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:36:35.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Forward</title><content type='html'>10 years ago I was 20. I was still in college, just started dating Holly, working at the Arizona Biltmore as a bellman, only attended church, and had no idea where I would be in 10 years at 30. Sure, I had a good idea I'd be in ministry, but really I had no idea how. I remember being so afraid of the future. I literally could not imagine how it would all work out if it would work out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning at our retreat the Lord took me back that 10 years. He asked if I had any of what I have right now in mind then. Of course I didn't. He has brought me a very long way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then He fast forwarded 10 years. Bam. Snapshot. Glimpse. Peek. Nothing more, but more than enough. I'm not sure I can describe what I saw it was so quick. I saw enough to be reassured though. So yesterday I was feeling pretty good about the snapshot...until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, that's great that my life will look like that 10 years from now, where I hesitate though is not with where I will be 10 years from now...it's how I will get there." It hasn't been the easiest road the last 10 years. Sure, my life is great and I am very appreciative for all He has given me and done for me but it has not come without a price. It did not come free. I have wanted to quit. I wanted to turn. I wanted to scream. I wanted to run. I wanted to disobey. I wanted to stay. I wanted to wait. I wanted to hide. I wanted to cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph got the heads up with where he would be and gave no thought whatsoever to what it would take to get there...I bet if he had it to do all over again he would think twice about celebrating publicly like he did. Keep it to yourself bud, it will always cost more than you think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the glimpse Lord, now just help me make it 10 more years to see it happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-134309552181151416?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/134309552181151416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/134309552181151416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2009/02/fast-forward.html' title='Fast Forward'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-7043589062194864065</id><published>2009-02-04T13:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:26:54.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All Because of a Razor?</title><content type='html'>Gonna be really vulnerable with this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Rylie left her scooter outside last week I told you that my first response was to teach her a lesson, it was. I don't know why but it's like I think the only way to deal with my kids when they mess up is justice. I don't like this. It is not pretty and it's starting to get old. Holly leans much more towards mercy and grace which is much more attractive (but when out of balance can also be dangerous). I knew Holly wanted to immediately buy her a new scooter to replace the stolen one. I don't understand it but the thought in my mind was "that will teach her (Rylie)". How horrific. How stupid and ignorant and heartless and merciless. What an idiot! That's not my heart...but why was that my response? I don't know. But if I have anything to say about it it is going to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been less than 7 days and I have not stopped processing the whole situation. My heart is so extravagent towards my children that at times it overtakes common sense and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylie wanted a scooter. I wanted Rylie to have a scooter. That's why I bought the scooter in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this morning before work I stopped by Walmart and bought her another one and when I get home I will give it to her. That's my heart. I want to bless her. I do not want to penalize her. I want to help her. She has missed her scooter everyday since it was stolen, she knows she made a mistake. So do I root for her to not be blessed even though she learned her lesson and choose not to replace it for her? Don't know what you would do...nor does it matter...but as for me, if I have any say about the matter, I want to deal with my children with mercy and justice. I want them to want to be around me for the rest of their lives. I don't want to be so just that I suck the life out of my relationship with my kids. I need to be more merciful...and it starts with replacing a $28 Razor scooter. Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, thank you for protecting me from my own ignorance. Thank you for having a merciful heart and a just hand when you deal with me. I want to parent more like you. I want to have your heart for my kids. I want to love them like you love me. I know I won't always get it right, help me to do the best I possibly can. Help me to lean towards the razor but not fear the rod. Give me balance. Give me mercy. Show me grace. Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-7043589062194864065?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/7043589062194864065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/7043589062194864065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-because-of-razor.html' title='All Because of a Razor?'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-2717222940769416946</id><published>2009-02-02T14:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:44:40.851-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Point At Me</title><content type='html'>Rylie left her Razor scooter outside on the side of our house last week and completely forgot about it for about 20 hours. When she remembered she left it out there she flipped out and ran outside to see if it was still there...it was not. Someone took it. It was incredible to see her sweet little innocent mind try and understand why anyone would take something that didn't belong to them. She was really broken up about it. Holly really felt for her. I thought it was an awesome opportunity for a teachable moment. But after talking to Rylie about it all and Holly trying to think through who would have taken it, I really got into it. "Daddy, what happens if I see someone riding my scooter? What should I do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just see it...my 6-year old daughter is playing outside with her brothers and she see's some 10 year old on our street riding her scooter. What does she do? Admittedly, just thinking about this scenario riles me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do I do, Daddy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an incredible question for anyone who has ever had anything stolen from them by their enemy...what do I do when I realize that my enemy has stolen what my Father has given me? He's older than me, bigger than me, more cunning than me, more vicious than me...what do I do? What if I really want it back? How do I get it back? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever lost anything? Has he ever stolen from you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm having this conversation with the Lord, he comes out of left field with "point at me........ you don't have to be afraid of him, you don't have to beg him, you don't even have to approach him and you won't ever need to rile me up to motivate me to get it back...just point at me. When he asks, "What on earth makes you think this is yours and if it were that I would ever give it back to you?", just point at me. I am your answer. I paid for it, I gave it and I still have the receipt for it...not to mention the fact that I detest that stupid thief."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that have lost what an enemy has taken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Psalms 121&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 I will lift up my eyes to the hills—&lt;br /&gt;         From whence comes my help?&lt;br /&gt; 2 My help comes from the LORD,&lt;br /&gt;         Who &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;made&lt;/span&gt; heaven and earth.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt; 3 He will not &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;allow&lt;/span&gt; your foot &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;to be moved&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;         He who keeps you will not slumber.&lt;br /&gt; 4 Behold, He who keeps Israel&lt;br /&gt;         Shall neither slumber nor sleep.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt; 5 The LORD is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; keeper;&lt;br /&gt;         The LORD is your shade at your right hand.&lt;br /&gt; 6 The sun shall not strike you by day,&lt;br /&gt;         Nor the moon by night.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt; 7 The LORD shall preserve you from &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; evil;&lt;br /&gt;         He shall preserve &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;your soul&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; 8 The LORD shall preserve your going out and your coming in&lt;br /&gt;         From this time forth, and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;even forevermore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not one 10 year old on the face of the planet who could keep me from taking back what is rightfully my daughter's. How much more can that be said of God, your father, about anyone that would take from you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-2717222940769416946?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/2717222940769416946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/2717222940769416946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2009/02/point-at-me.html' title='Point At Me'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-3027837380150524606</id><published>2009-01-31T10:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T11:02:15.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Facebook</title><content type='html'>So I got set up with facebook last night and life has been a whirlwind ever since. I realize that it hasn't even been 12 hours since I hooked up with facebook but life has changed so dramatically in the last 12 hours that I have decided to share some of the things I love so much about facebook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(These are in order of my appreciation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt;- Giving ex-girlfriends a way to contact you in front of the entire world. This one is awesome...especially if you happen to be in ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt;- Being able to nose my way through the lives of any person from my past that I have spent years trying to forget about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;#3&lt;/span&gt;- Having greater access to my aunts, uncles, parents and grandparents as they all happen to be on facebook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;#4&lt;/span&gt;- The pictures...need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;#5&lt;/span&gt;- Actually, I will say more about #4...I appreciate the fact that every person under the sun has the desire to take risque pictures but honestly people, get over yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;#6&lt;/span&gt;- The status placed on your # of facebook friendships...also considered narcissism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;#7&lt;/span&gt;- Those who feel they have a boring life can live vicariously through those that love their lives via viewing every picture, every comment, every status update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;#8&lt;/span&gt;- It makes people who haven't been in touch for 40 years feel in relevant again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;#9&lt;/span&gt;- It gives companies the opportunity to leverage every relationship I have with a friend by using me to advertise products I would never endorse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;#10&lt;/span&gt;- Lastly, facebook gives me the opportunity to post messages on the wall of Pastor Robert is My Homeboy that he will NEVER read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are wondering why I most likely will be deactivating my facebook account in 13 days look no further than #1 and #2. See you on facebook!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-3027837380150524606?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/3027837380150524606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/3027837380150524606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2009/01/welome-to-facebook.html' title='Welcome to Facebook'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-3616153935750682657</id><published>2009-01-29T11:39:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:45:42.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Time Like the Present</title><content type='html'>Everyone has a past. Some have a boring, seemingly inconsequential past while others have a more wild, unrighteous past. I don't know how you feel about your past but for many it is a stumbling block. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what the devil does with the past...&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;he convinces you that what you used to be, you will always be&lt;/span&gt;. He convinces you that people know, that people will talk, that you are a hypocrite for even thinking about living a godly life. How stupid. And the really crazy thing about people who struggle to get over their past is that most of them are not doing what they used to do in the past...they've stopped. Those saying that they are still a slave to the sins of their past and use that as justification or just an explanation for continued sin are not struggling with their past...that is called a struggle in the present. Here's a brief history lesson...your past is what you used to do...your present is what you are doing. Revelatory, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's who should walk without condemnation...those that have a PAST. Romans 8:1 says, "There is therefore no condemnation to those who are in Christ Jesus, WHO DO NOT WALK ACCORDING TO THE FLESH, BUT ACCORDING TO THE SPIRIT." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are struggling with certain sins in the present, there is no time like the present to make the present your past. Simply put...STOP IT. Stop feeding the flesh and start killing it. Romans 6:12 says it this way, "Therefore do not let sin reign in your mortal body, that you should obey its lusts." The fastest way to convince the devil and yourself that you don't struggle with your past is to keep it in your past. Walk daily in freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those that frown upon the mistakes of peoples' past, don't forget, we all need forgiveness. There is none righteous without Christ, not one. My most embarassing sins of the past remind me of what I am capable of when I choose not to walk with the Lord, when on my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't just that everyone needs forgiveness...it's that I need forgiveness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let go of it. For good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-3616153935750682657?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/3616153935750682657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/3616153935750682657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-time-like-present.html' title='No Time Like the Present'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-4021210342832787315</id><published>2009-01-28T09:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T09:50:32.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Would You Do If You Didn't Do What You Do?</title><content type='html'>I love my job at the church, that is to say, I love being a pastor. There are some who hold it in entirely too high a regard. Not that I don't think it is a big deal, I do. In fact I see it as an honor that may not last forever. I may be in ministry for the rest of my life or God may call me to another profession tomorrow. I feel like I have had a pretty good handle on the blessing that it is to do what I get to do for a living. I won't argue, it is a blessing. But my perspective comes from knowing what others don't know. I didn't get this job...the Lord did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was twenty-one years old. I was an ignorant, cocky, insecure idiot. Yes, the church was the size of a life group when I got hired eight and a half years ago but still, I wasn't good enough to get this job even then. But the Lord knew that my being hired was not nearly as much about then as it was about now. How does an inexperienced student get a job like this? It can only be the Lord. It hasn't been easy. It hasn't always been fun. It has, though, been something God has used to mold me into the man I am today. Sure, I love the opportunities that I am afforded by being on Pastor Robert's staff but what I love more is who I have become. I could have ended up anywhere after college, ANYWHERE! But I ended up here. With a front row seat and a lot of undeserved favor I have had the opportunity to watch what God is doing through Gateway Church. I would not trade it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly and I have a friend who lost his job and we were talking about him last night. She randomly asked me, "What would you do if you didn't work for the church?" I didn't even hesitate. I said, "I'd go work as an assistant pro at a nice golf course or a bellman (a job I previously held in college at the Arizona Biltmore and still view as the best job I have ever had besides this one) at a high-end resort. Yes I said a bellman. I know it would be a hit to my ego at first because all of the people around me would be whispering about how I went from ministry to "manual labor". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This job is a gift. I know it is. Especially after being a busboy, bellman, graveyard security guard in the worst part of Phoenix, weight room attendant, driving range ball-picker-upper, I understand what a gift this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to stop doing what I do today I would be grateful for all I had gotten to do. Thank you Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-4021210342832787315?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/4021210342832787315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/4021210342832787315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-would-you-do-if-you-didnt-do-what.html' title='What Would You Do If You Didn&apos;t Do What You Do?'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-6686713316809420473</id><published>2009-01-27T21:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:01:18.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Point Taken</title><content type='html'>Read another article just now...http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,483645,00.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I am overwhelmed. Angry. Confused. This trash seems to be happening more and more. I was sitting here thinking "the world is going to hell in a hand basket"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the Lord says, "That's why you're here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point taken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-6686713316809420473?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6686713316809420473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6686713316809420473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2009/01/point-taken.html' title='Point Taken'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-6034352840069806075</id><published>2009-01-27T16:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:12:21.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick To My Stomach</title><content type='html'>I hate the news...an article like this reminds me why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,483625,00.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't beat around the bush when it comes to admitting that I am more sensitive than the "average" man. Yet, I have a strong sense of justice. When I read a story like this it is difficult for me not to put my daughter Rylie in the position of this little girl. It's horrific, appalling, sickening. I don't usually lean towards revenge but when it comes to little kids being hurt or taken advantage of by their own parents...I have a problem with that. It's odd what brings out the ugly stuff in yourself. I will say this though, it reminds me of my absolute reliance upon God...never a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grateful I have parents who never ever would have even thought about hurting me. Hope my children will feel the same way for the rest of their lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-6034352840069806075?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6034352840069806075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6034352840069806075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2009/01/sick-to-my-stomach.html' title='Sick To My Stomach'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-780154513267959952</id><published>2009-01-26T14:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:52:30.082-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Leave You or Forsake You</title><content type='html'>Lots of thoughts rolling around in my mind about Hebrews 13:5 "Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have, because God has said, "Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have we misinterpreted this verse? It seems like we have interpreted it to mean that we will never be without God. But haven't you ever felt "away from God" at some point in your life. How is that possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my thought...just because God says he will never leave you or forsake you doesn't mean that you won't leave him or forsake him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly can say to me that she will love me for the rest of her life but that does not mean I will automatically love her for the rest of mine (Just an example babe! Obviously, I love YOU more than life itself and will until my last breath).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those braniac theologians that are already getting excited about putting me in my place, I am not presenting anything as theology, just wondering, "wrestling".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God never leaves us or forsakes us, how is it that David can say to Solomon in 1 Chronicles 28 "And Solomon, my son, learn to know this God intimately. Worship and serve him with your whole heart and a willing mind. For the Lord sees every heart and knows every plan and thought. If you seek him, you will find him. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;But if you forsake him, he will reject you forever&lt;/span&gt; (v. 9-10)." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible that the times I have felt away from God, or that he isn't "at the table", or however you want to describe it, that He extended the invitation and I declined to attend? He didn't leave me but I left Him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for committing to never leave me God. Help me to never leave you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-780154513267959952?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/780154513267959952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/780154513267959952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2009/01/never-leave-you-or-forsake-you.html' title='Never Leave You or Forsake You'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-2861995789423244625</id><published>2008-02-28T22:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T23:04:32.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Message</title><content type='html'>If you are looking for a good message to watch or listen to check out our Seven podcast. My friend Tim Ross from The Potter's House spoke this week on temptation. Spectacular. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots going on. God is proving his point right now in so many different ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provision. Protection. Intimacy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never lived like this in all of my life. He is ordering my steps in a way that I don't ever remember experiencing before. So many incredible things. Hope all is well with all of you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-2861995789423244625?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/2861995789423244625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/2861995789423244625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2008/02/great-message.html' title='Great Message'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-1973739412583293143</id><published>2008-02-18T12:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T12:55:09.585-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He Sees Dead People, I Just See Sheep</title><content type='html'>Hello to all. Figured I would give a little love to all of those still checking in regularly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never gone through what I am going through right now. This is without a doubt the richest my life has ever been. I have never, ever, ever, felt this close to the Lord or my wife. It is so difficult to describe what I feel to anyone right now. It's so heavy. I love it. The best part about how I feel right now is that even though I don't want to take the energy to explain it...it just is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been so faithful to speak  with new revelation, giving new instructions, new relationships and new perspectives. I have dreamt about this since I was 14. No, this is so far beyond what I have dreamt of, it is supernatural. It is God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel intimate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel corrected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel humbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is at work. He is proving a point. I have never lived this way in almost 30 years. This is the way it is meant to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's crazy is that the closer you get to the Lord, the more overwhelmed you are with a burden for what He has a burden for.  It never looks the way you think it will. It never turns out the way you thought it would. It never takes as little as you hoped it would. If you want to be used by God, you are going to have to die. And death sucks. But there is joy in the morning. A joy we can't understand or express. It's better than we think. It's more than we can hope for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.- If you haven't seen or heard the message on Expectations last week, go to iTunes and get it. Whether you are 26 or 62, married or single, whatever you are, I promise that message will speak to you in just about every single area of your life. It was ridiculous. It was the Lord. Sorry for the "shameless" plug, but I'm not plugging my trash...that message was just one of those that was obviously God and not this messed up moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; God is so good. So rich in mercy and grace. So helpful in times of need. And He is so quick to overwhelm us with his richest blessings. Blessings, Preston.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-1973739412583293143?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/1973739412583293143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/1973739412583293143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2008/02/he-sees-dead-people-i-just-see-sheep.html' title='He Sees Dead People, I Just See Sheep'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-1048908205943155172</id><published>2008-02-04T11:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T11:36:31.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Experience</title><content type='html'>Every once in a while I have to host the weekend services. Nothing big, it just means that I have to transition after worship, introduce the guest speaker if we have one, and close the service while making any necessary announcements. I used to think this was a big deal because I got to be on stage where everyone got to see me. What an idiot. Seriously, what a moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next two months I have to host like 7 out of 8 Sundays. When Brooke told me I immediately asked when I was doing communion. She told me it was the first week of the stretch, which was last weekend. I was ecstatic. I couldn't wait. And for a different reason than any other time previous. I already had the word the Lord have given me and I knew it would be time to share it the next time I got a chance to do communion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared the Isa. 40 passage after giving the definition of worry after I asked if there was anyone worried about anything (at least two-thirds of the people). It went over really well. I think it ministered to a lot of people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat down after doing communion in the 3rd service, I saw something I can't remember the Lord ever showing me...I saw sheep. I saw sheep eating. The Lord even said there were some who weren't in the mood to eat that were eating. Now understand this, I didn't preach, I hardly even talked outside of reading the Bible. But it was from the Lord. He used me to feed. And as I sat down the Lord said, "You feed my sheep like that, like I tell you, and I will keep feeding you and you will keep feeding them." He took me to a passage for the first message of the dating/marriage series and I got revelation seeping out of my pores for the message. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The enemy comes to me and says, "You just want to be in front of people. It's not about God, it's all about you." But I read this this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1 Peter 5:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care for the flock of God entrusted to you. Watch over it willingly, not grudgingly – not for what you will get out of it, but because you are eager to serve God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't care who heard it, who saw it, I didn't care that Pastor Robert wasn't there to "see me hit a home run". It is the very first time that I have ever done something on the weekend that there wasn't ANY crap in me about it being all about me. It was all about God, and all about his sheep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was more eager than words could have expressed to serve God by giving that word. &lt;br /&gt;I have the best job in the world and it just keeps getting better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-1048908205943155172?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/1048908205943155172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/1048908205943155172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-experience.html' title='New Experience'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-1547884771126620057</id><published>2008-01-31T22:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T22:41:13.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals</title><content type='html'>It seems like everyone around me is spending a significant amount of time talking about their life goals. Their goals are so big. So audacious. So selfish. Their goals are hopes and dreams for their own lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goals have changed so much over the last 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here were my goals 5 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be an executive pastor.&lt;br /&gt;Save $100,000 in my retirement.&lt;br /&gt;Be close to Senior Pastoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. Shallow, huh? Stupid, I know. I laugh just reading it. What an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my goals now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk more intimately with God today than yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Know more about Holly today than I did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Raise godly, respectful, submitted children who become two men and a woman of God who use their gifts to serve God and serve people, and who also want to spend the rest of their lives being around Holly and I.&lt;br /&gt;Two specific people in my life who I want to see in an intimate relationship with God.&lt;br /&gt;Try to be faithful to what God asks me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goals have a much different tone now than they did 5 years ago. I think about how much has had to happen to get me to this place. God is gracious and very, very merciful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-1547884771126620057?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/1547884771126620057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/1547884771126620057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2008/01/goals.html' title='Goals'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-5463452782139380426</id><published>2008-01-22T23:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T00:07:59.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why are people still visiting this blog? I haven't posted in what seems like forever. This thing is breaking personal records for visits and I'm not even posting. Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just seems to be one of those seasons for me where so much is going on between the Lord and I that I'm not sure which to write about, I don't really know how to communicate it, and wouldn't have the slightest clue where to start. But man is it good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a very rich season of life for me. It seems like the Lord is turning up the excitement and activity level. I love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a highlight for those faithful ones who have kept checking in to see if I have posted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week the young adults pastor from The Potter's House (TD Jakes church) was at Seven on Tuesday night to check out what is going on for young adults this side of Shreveport. His name is Tim Ross. After the service he came up and said we needed to go to lunch and asked if I could do it the next day. We did and it was life changing. Have you ever felt like God pulled back the curtain for a moment and revealed something to you? There is entirely too much that happened that day at lunch but it was a God connection, think David and Jonathan. It is incredible what has taken place in the 7 days since we met. He actually was speaking this weekend in lieu of TD at The Potter's House so Holly and I went out there and got some serious food. It was unbelievable. God really spoke through him. He has a gift. We learned so much. Words can't express what is happening in this friendship. Never happened to me or him before. It is the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the quick hits of the last 7 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows everyone. He knows who you need around you. Remember, He is sovereign.&lt;br /&gt;Vegas is still my favorite city in America.&lt;br /&gt;Holly is pursuing me more than ever before. Does it get any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;Rylie is signed up for soccer...I may be coaching her. Haven't heard back yet.&lt;br /&gt;God has an all-access pass to everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Brokenness is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Tyler is ridiculously athletic. Ridiculously. It's almost laughable.&lt;br /&gt;Be careful when you say you just want to be like Jesus...you have no idea what you're asking for.&lt;br /&gt;Surprising my wife is one of the greatest thrills of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Crab legs are still one of my favorite reasons to go to Vegas...can you say All-You-Can-Eat.&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast at the Wynn...tough to beat.&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a time where I have felt this close to the Lord...ever.&lt;br /&gt;I have an insatiable appetite for the bible right now.&lt;br /&gt;You can't wash your wife if your not swimming yourself...in the Word people, in the Word. Give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;The stock market is worse than bloody right now. Buy more, buy now, just buy.&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time I have ever felt like I fasted and experienced an immediate breakthrough.&lt;br /&gt;I can't do what He created me to do. It's going to take divine intervention.&lt;br /&gt;It's time for me to put the kids to bed cause that's what this daddy does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-5463452782139380426?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/5463452782139380426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/5463452782139380426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2008/01/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-5456323521480444376</id><published>2008-01-15T23:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T23:23:10.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight Was a Dream Come True</title><content type='html'>Exhausted after tonight. I don't know that I have ever given as much away as I did tonight. Tonight was something I have been dreaming about since I was 14. Preston opens mouth, God speaks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is doing something that I don't know how to articulate. If that doesn't prove that I have nothing to do with it I do not know what does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful that I get to do what I get to do but more than that I am grateful that I get to praise the living God with my life. My life is a dream come true. It's not easy but it is rich. Walking with Him is the greatest opportunity I have ever had. He is good but that's not why I love him...I love him because He says "I alone am He".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post a link to the message when it goes online. I don't care that you see me, I really do think the Lord will speak to you. I think it's a good use of your 30 minutes. It was God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-5456323521480444376?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/5456323521480444376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/5456323521480444376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2008/01/tonight-was-dream-come-true.html' title='Tonight Was a Dream Come True'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-3415499414640370639</id><published>2008-01-14T15:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T15:23:54.609-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearing</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not posting in a while...actually I am really not sorry. I've been blogging, just not posting them. Much of what the Lord is doing and saying is not meant for public consumption right now. Surprisingly enough my blogging absence is not due to laziness or inconsistency. Shocker I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for those who like to feel connected I'll give you some unexplained quick hits of what the Lord is saying to me right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not about money, it is about My bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being like Me is not about being good or being better...it is about giving your life up for others. It is about hurting when others hurt. It is about everything but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 40:12-31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But God who is rich in mercy and grace".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's time when I say it is time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is what it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I established your path before the beginning of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are doing good (no, not well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never surprised by you but I am proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that you want to be more like me this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it all away and make it all about Me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will ever separate me from you. Nothing. I don't need you to be convinced, it will never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to say thank you so much, though I do enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you love me more. I love it when you talk like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is more wisdom to be gained, more revelation to be recieved, more distance to be run, more moments to be enjoyed, more influence to be had, more compassion to be given, more burden to be carried, more story to be told. If you think the first seven years were great, you have no idea. This is just the beginning.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-3415499414640370639?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/3415499414640370639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/3415499414640370639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2008/01/hearing.html' title='Hearing'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-8229573665515978766</id><published>2008-01-02T09:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T09:47:07.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Away Quick Hits</title><content type='html'>It was nice to get away for a couple weeks and just be with my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice not to have to work for a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed being with Holly's family for Christmas. That's the first time we've celebrated Christmas with them since we got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I still have two weeks before preaching again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling with 3 kids under the age of 5 is about as difficult as anything I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly is one of the best mother's I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed up with Holly's mom till after 4 am...I cherish those 4 1/2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how clear one's perspective gets when they face the possibility of death. How clearly they see the things that really matter to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied Everest a lot of the break...so many good thoughts...we'll see where they all lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went pheasant hunting with my dad and brothers and Brad's father-in-law. We had a blast in Kansas. Till our flight got canceled. My dad paid for everything. It was extravagant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how once you become a father you kind of stop looking forward to Christmas the way you did when you were a kid because you know that if there is really something you want and you don't get it that you can just buy it for yourself. It was very nice to have all of the details taken care of on my trip. Daddy went out of his way to provide a great trip and he did a lot more than that...he provided an experience that I will remember forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder who killed the most birds???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylie is turning five next week. Tyler is turning two in a month. Preston is changing so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my wife. There is no one I'd rather be around than her. I'm so proud of her and who she is. We celebrate 7 years of marriage this week. What a ride. What a learning experience. What a privalage to it is to call her my wife. She get's me when no one else can. She gets me more now than she ever has. She pursues me more now than she ever has. I've told her before that if I feel like she is in my corner that I fell like I can handle anything. She is the greatest choice I have ever made. Hope she feels the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about the past seven years and I think about how far we have come. 7 years! It's hard to believe. It's funny how the older I get the less stuff means to me and the more a central few things mean to me. My God, My wife, my children, my family...there isn't much else I need...there isn't much else I worry about. If I have them we're good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what 2008 will bring. Do you ever? But I do know that no matter what I will walk with Him who is rich in mercy and grace. I start 2008 thanking God for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-8229573665515978766?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/8229573665515978766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/8229573665515978766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2008/01/time-away-quick-hits.html' title='Time Away Quick Hits'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-3921867326066848431</id><published>2007-12-19T14:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T14:52:27.422-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On Display</title><content type='html'>I struggle to write this but there's something I am feeling right now about what I do for a living. I love my job, I love Gateway, I love everything about what I get to do for a living. But...I am having a hard time with communicating so much...it's not that I can't or even that I'm having a hard time coming up with stuff to preach...it's more that it's so open and honest and vulnerable. Think of it this way even though for some it may be a little harsh (you'll get over it, remember this blog isn't for you, it's for me)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine getting up and talking about your marriage every single week in front of several hundred people? Can you imagine talking about the fights in your marriage every week? Can you imagine talking about your sex life in your marriage each and every week? That's what I feel like I do. I reveal the most intimate and honest aspects of my intimate relationship with the Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you talked about your marriage and your married sex life every week I guarantee that at some point you would get sick of it...sick of being so open...and you would desire it to be private again...that what happens within the context of your marriage stay there. You would want to date and not tell anyone. You would want to work through struggles and not tell anyone. You would want to be intimate and not tell anyone about it. You would want to do all of those things because that's what married people do and because the mere definition of intimacy is with one alone ...YOU WOULD NOT FEEL LIKE SHARING THE INTIMATE DETAILS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is where I am right now. I am excited just to walk with the Lord and not tell anyone about what we talk about. I am excited to receive correction and not tell anyone about it. I am excited to be intimate and not tell anyone about it. I just want to do it because that's what He and I love to do...be together and be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-3921867326066848431?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/3921867326066848431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/3921867326066848431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/12/on-display.html' title='On Display'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-4898799702753150272</id><published>2007-12-19T08:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T08:59:39.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>Now after a year of doing Seven on Tuesday nights I get a couple of Tuesdays off. We've already been planning the next series for the last couple of weeks so I'm already looking forward to that but it's definitely time for a little break. I love the time around Christmas because it means a lot of time home with Holly and the kids. We play a lot of video games...even Holly. We love the Wii so this time of year becomes dedicated to mindless game playing. Sounds fun huh? Does to me. At this time of year I kind of become a hermit...just a little. I really only want to hang out with my wife and my kids. I'm sure it sounds a little harsh but it's not. It's necessary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely unrelated note I can already sense the Lord giving me the things I will spend 2008 praying for. Here are a few for a head start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local Law Enforcement (I know it's random)&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Robert's tv show&lt;br /&gt;Worship at Seven&lt;br /&gt;Rylie (starts kindergarten)&lt;br /&gt;Holly (too many things to list related to her mom)&lt;br /&gt;My dad's business&lt;br /&gt;Holly's boss and his wife&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-4898799702753150272?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/4898799702753150272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/4898799702753150272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/12/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-6198730435584742571</id><published>2007-12-18T12:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T12:23:39.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything Else</title><content type='html'>If you could do anything else besides what you are doing what would you do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my top three...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Professional hunter&lt;/span&gt;. Not in the sense that you are thinking. A ph is a professional guide for hunters. You are paid to guide, track, find, cape, entertain hunters on multi-day hunts. What a cool job. I'd never see my family so you can see why I don't do it for a living but it would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Press Secretary for the President&lt;/span&gt;. I love politics. I've always been fascinated by the politics of politics. But even cooler than politics is being the person who has to answer all of the questions. I've said in the past that if I could sit down for lunch with any political person it would probably be Ari Fleischer. Sitting on the hot seat is fun. This person talks more publicly than the President does about what's going on. What a chance to keep people informed and focused on what's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wal-Mart Cart Passer Outer&lt;/span&gt;. Cool job. You get a chance to interact with thousands of people a day and you have an opportunity to bring a smile to their faces. Have no idea why this makes my top three and why I am so obsessed with this job. It's just cool and so are all of the older people who do it. The good ones make you smile and maybe even slow down a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not looking to change my profession any time soon. It is kind of funny to think about what else I would do if I weren't in ministry. I think I'm best suited to stay where I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine though...me standing in front of the white house blue curtain...on tv...with the lower third of White House Press Secretary Preston Morrison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it. Feel sorry for the President that would have made that hire. I'd start more fires than I'd put out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-6198730435584742571?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6198730435584742571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6198730435584742571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/12/anything-else.html' title='Anything Else'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-6267943030819590173</id><published>2007-12-17T22:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T23:22:08.815-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than That</title><content type='html'>Holly and I went to the staff Christmas party last night. It was the best Christmas party we've had in 7 years of them...except maybe the bingo thing. The best part is always when Robert gets up to talk about the previous year. It's still funny to me that people on our staff think it's funny that they don't get to be around him or get time with him. They truly don't understand and it probably does not put them in a very good light when they try to make statements (jokes) about it publicly and without a doubt it is disrespectful to Pastor Robert. I imagine Pastor Tom probably felt the same way I did. We are here to serve the vision that God has given Pastor Robert not to be his best friend, son, daughter or mentoree. We are here to serve. It is an incredible honor to be a part of what God is doing at Gateway...that get's forgotten sometimes. Anyways I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly and I left a little bit early and went to Starbucks to get some hot chocolate and talk. It's so funny how much we have changed, how much our marriage has changed, how much I have changed over the past 7 years. We are so much closer. So much more in love. Much more understanding of one another. We try a lot harder for the sake of the other. We are more amazed today of what God is using us to do than ever before but we also care less than ever before about it. I think I was so interested in what God had "created me to do" that it got in the way of just being us. I really don't care. I won't lose my relationship with my wife or my kids to do anything viewed as successful. So many people around me have difficulty using their vacation time. Not me. Truthfully I'd rather be at home with my wife and kids. I hope that never changes. Some people make you feel guilty because you are not a work-a-holic but that's not God's plan...in fact it is against God's plan. When the church first started Robert set a rule that vacation time does not carry over from one year to another so that we would be forced to use it or lose it. That helped me to set a very healthy foundation for my time with my family. It is non-negotiable. No matter what. Being married to Holly makes me want to rush home and hang out with her. Being Rylie's daddy makes me want to race home and play the Wii High School Musical 2 karaoke game. Being Tyler's father makes me want to go home in time to play ball in the family room and wrestle in my bed and make sloppy smores together. Being Preston's dad makes me want to go home and hold him and kiss him until he cries and then I want to give him to Holly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is more than what I do for a living. I don't ever want to be defined by that. If all people see me as is the Pastor of Seven and Young Adults Pastor at Gateway they are proving they do not know me. I am Holly's husband, Rylie, Tyler and Preston's father, and I am my Father's son.. Those are the roles I am most proud of. That's what I want to be known for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working at Gateway is just my job. Passionately pursuing, protecting, and providing for Holly, Rylie, Tyler, and Preston...now that is my life. And what a life it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-6267943030819590173?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6267943030819590173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6267943030819590173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/12/more-than-that.html' title='More Than That'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-5887202787835012275</id><published>2007-12-17T12:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T12:39:52.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts and Gratitude</title><content type='html'>We did Christmas this weekend with our kids and I learned one thing...I love watching my kids open gifts. There's one thing that really frustrates me about gift receiving...a weak reception. I don't know why but it has always rubbed me the wrong way when someone opens a gift and looks like they couldn't care less. This is not the case with my kids. They scream. They dance. They don't stop celebrating. It makes me want to buy them more gifts. I love to give gifts. Especially when they are overwhelmingly received. Anything High School Musical 2 for Rylie and anything Cars for Tyler and it's a home run. They are fun to watch. I'm grateful that even at this stage of life they seemed to have learned about gratitude. God loves gratitude. So do I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-5887202787835012275?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/5887202787835012275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/5887202787835012275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/12/gifts-and-gratitude.html' title='Gifts and Gratitude'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-5909487285348903662</id><published>2007-12-17T12:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T12:33:21.755-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearing</title><content type='html'>Went to my parents lakehouse this weekend to have Christmas since we will be in Fresno with Holly's family next week...we had a blast...literally. We did some duck hunting Sat. morning and evening. That night it was around 30 degrees wind chill and I had no hearing protection. Needless to say I has some temporary hearing loss that is just now clearing up. Here are some quick hits about lessons learned from losing hearing in one ear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you can't hear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can only hear yourself talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot clearly understand what others are saying to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You quit trying to listen because remember...YOU CAN"T HEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a hard time concentrating when others are talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain sounds hurt your ears (children screaming, Mariah Carey singing, etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People begin to think you are in the Secret Service because you are touching your ear so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing yourself through a sound system sounds even weirder than normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ringing gets old...REALLY OLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several of these the Lord began to point out during our conversation about how well I am hearing Him. Point taken. It's not that I can't hear, it's just that I'm talking too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-5909487285348903662?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/5909487285348903662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/5909487285348903662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/12/hearing.html' title='Hearing'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-8266580517571858155</id><published>2007-12-13T09:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T10:01:03.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>32</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Holly's birthday and as is normal the whole day revolved around her. We had a low key little birthday celebration, just the two of us, with lots of shopping. It's funny how when you are first married you have to have candles and expensive restaurants and all the other trash and after 3 kids all you need is a babysitter. Love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent yesterday thanking the Lord that 32 years ago he brought my incredible life partner into the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After last night and our conversation I spend today thanking God for who Holly has helped me become. Admittedly I am still a work in progress, and so are you, but when I think back to who I was when Holly and I first started dating and in the first several years of our marriage, I get sick to my stomach. I was an absolute idiot. Insecure. Arrogant. Manipulative. Overbearing. Mean. Stupid. Irresponsible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is the Lord that does the work but for me it was Holly that he used to do it more than anyone over the past 10 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe I love you more than life itself. I would lay my life down for you without hesitation. There is no one on this planet that I would rather be in love with than you. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you, get for you, or give up for you. More than any other possession, position or person, you are the reason I wake up every morning and thank God that I am me. At my worst, at my lowest, at my most afraid you are what keeps me in the race. I had no idea when I met you that I would spend the rest of my life unwrapping the gift that God gave me in you. It has been better than I ever could have imagined or asked for. You are the perfect other half of me that I never knew I needed. I could not imagine my life without you, nor will I. I am so proud of who you are and who you have become. You are the most incredible mother I know aside from my own. You have been a better wife to me than I deserve. I love you more than I ever thought I could and I will spend the rest of your life showing you what that looks life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, thank you for giving Holly life. Thank you for giving her to my children. Thank you for going exponentially beyond what I ever could have dreamed of. You are so good to me and so is she. Bless my wife for the rest of her lifetime and beyond. Continue to grow her, stretch her, overwhelm her, bless her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-8266580517571858155?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/8266580517571858155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/8266580517571858155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/12/32.html' title='32'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-2460411845045936414</id><published>2007-12-11T22:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T22:55:16.085-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's an Honor</title><content type='html'>After tonight's service I am overwhelmed with this question??? Why do people come to Seven? It isn't the worship. It isn't the teaching. It isn't the friends. It isn't the building. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come because they want to. They choose to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is why it is an honor to be a part of what God is doing at Seven. I am grateful to be in the position I am in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grateful because I am surrounded by so many great people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-2460411845045936414?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/2460411845045936414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/2460411845045936414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-honor.html' title='It&apos;s an Honor'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-1628855746362423163</id><published>2007-12-11T10:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T11:22:15.697-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasy Update</title><content type='html'>Not that anyone really cares but since I do and it's my blog I wanted to report on the progress of my little experiment called fantasy sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am headed to the championship of our Seven Fantasy Football League. I will be playing Chase Morgan and the Fighting Geppettos who have the most cupcake schedule in America this coming week. More to come on that match-up later in the week. He's going to slaughter me somethin' fierce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also headed to the championship game in my division of the SFFL. I am scheduled to face good ole Matt Marciante. Bring it on Matty. It's been you and me all season and this is the way the season should end...with Moss and the Patriots playing the Jets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fantasy basketball I have fallen from the top spot into second place. This week I am facing the #1 team, Mike Steel's "King of the Hill". We got off to a rocky start last night since I had one player and he had 5 and my guy Al Horford picked up 4 fouls in 6 minutes against the man-child that is Dwight Howard (who happens to be on Mike's team). Still, a long way to go in the season and I like my chances if we can stay healthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Team:&lt;br /&gt;Jason Kidd&lt;br /&gt;Deron Williams&lt;br /&gt;Kirk Hinrich&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Jackson&lt;br /&gt;Gerald Wallace&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Brewer&lt;br /&gt;Andrei Kirilenko&lt;br /&gt;Al Horford&lt;br /&gt;LaMarcus Aldridge&lt;br /&gt;Ben Wallace&lt;br /&gt;Drew Gooden&lt;br /&gt;Chris Bosh&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Bynum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're feeling pretty good about our chances (we being me, myself and I). It's good to be in the championships and near the top for basketball. Now let's stay healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-1628855746362423163?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/1628855746362423163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/1628855746362423163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/12/fantasy-update.html' title='Fantasy Update'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-7191852245688974435</id><published>2007-12-10T11:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T11:13:30.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragedy at New Life</title><content type='html'>Thinking a lot about Brady and what happened at New Life yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I can't imagine being in Brady's spot where next week some people will have to deal with the fear of what happened yesterday again. When I saw Brady on Fox News yesterday he looked broken for his people. Can't wait to listen to next week's message to hear what the Lord uses him to say. I have a feeling it's going to be one of New Life's finer hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I can't imagine being a parent of a child that I was picking up and hadn't made it to class before the shooting began. The emotions I would feel. The speed I would run with. Nothing would have stopped me from getting to the kids classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I can't imagine being a husband whose wife was out in the parking lot waiting for me to come out with the kids. A shooter between me and her. The helplessness. I can't imagine it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I can imagine being the guy who drew his weapon and protected many people by putting the shooter down. I'd like to say that I can't imagine it but I can. It saved lives. It was right for him to be carrying. I wish certain former le's at Gateway would be given the right to carry...I imagine after this, they will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayers are with Brady and New Life today. Especially with the families of those who were shot and those who were around when it happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, protect us like the overprotective father that you are. Protect me, protect my wife, protect my kids and all those that I love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of junk is ridiculous. Enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-7191852245688974435?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/7191852245688974435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/7191852245688974435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/12/tragedy-at-new-life.html' title='Tragedy at New Life'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-2672304003835783290</id><published>2007-12-06T16:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T16:46:26.022-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiota</title><content type='html'>Ever feel like you are an idiot for some of the things you think? I don't mean bad stuff. What I mean is do you ever find yourself in a conversation with people and they don't see it the same way as you and you are the one that feels stupid. Today was that day for me. Understand that I am surrounded by men and women at work who are older and in some cases much older than me. So sometimes when I share my opinion I feel a certain amount of pushback...like "Oh he's young, he'll change his mind when he gets to be my age". Maybe that's true. But what if there's something valid brought up from a "younger" team member?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit. I may be a little frustrated...not mad...I just hate feeling young...worse than that I hate feeling like I have nothing to contribute because of my age. No one said anything it's just the way I felt it was received. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not the wisest person in the room today, I acknowledge that. But I do serve the same God and that's where it all comes from. Young, maybe. Unusable, not in God's eye's. God has used my 4 year old to speak to me more than nearly any human on the planet. It's God, not us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why I felt so stupid today but I did. I'm sure the Lord will chime in and give the perspective I need. That's what I love about him. I'm sure it'll have something to do with something I need to work on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-2672304003835783290?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/2672304003835783290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/2672304003835783290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/12/idiota.html' title='Idiota'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-6207585422901471589</id><published>2007-12-05T14:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T14:59:51.374-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's What I'm Praying For Right Now</title><content type='html'>A Detroit girl who jumped in front of a hail of bullets to protect her mother from an enraged gunman Saturday night is being hailed as an “angel from heaven.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexis Goggins, 7, was hit protecting her mother Selietha Parker, 30, after Parker's ex-boyfriend Calvin Tillie, 29, forced the pair and family friend Aisha Ford to drive to Six Mile Road under threat of death, the Detroit News reported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.detnews.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20071205/METRO/712050396"&gt;Click here to read the full report from the Detroit News&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tillie, who was armed with a handgun, shot Parker in the side of the head and in the arm after Ford stopped for gas, but before he could fire a third shot, Goggins jumped over the seat between her mother and Tillie, begging him to stop, the Detroit News reported. Without hesitation, Tillie reportedly pumped six shots into the child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first grader is in stable condition at Children’s Hospital in Detroit with gunshot wounds to the eye, left temple, chin, cheek, chest and right arm, the Detroit News reported. Parker was admitted to the hospital, but later released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine Rylie doing this. I'm not sure I'd want her to. Don't even know what I'm feeling as I read this. Overwhelming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-6207585422901471589?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6207585422901471589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6207585422901471589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/12/heres-what-im-praying-for-right-now.html' title='Here&apos;s What I&apos;m Praying For Right Now'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-5075633474611532556</id><published>2007-12-04T19:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T19:18:00.597-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervous</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here in the green room waiting for service to start and I am finding myself being a little nervous.  This makes three weeks in a row. I don't know why. I rarely got nervous when we were at the Southlake campus, not sure why I am at the NRH campus. I not only don't know why but I don't even understand why. I am kind of hoping the Lord steps in and lets me know why. I'm not going to try and read into it and get all psychoanalytical about it...I'll just wait till the Lord reveals why. It is a wierd feeling though. Hope it goes away soon...unless it's supposed to be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-5075633474611532556?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/5075633474611532556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/5075633474611532556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/12/nervous.html' title='Nervous'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-7461067757524092439</id><published>2007-12-04T09:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T09:37:35.688-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being There vs. Being There for You</title><content type='html'>Been feeling really challenged to step up my romantic pursuit of Rylie.  If you are from Arkansas that's not what I mean.  You people are gross (You know who you are!).  Let me explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on a 20 year plan to capture Rylie's heart. I want to make sure that Rylie feels more pursued by me than any person on this planet. That's my job as her father, not just to be there for her but to go after her, to pursue her. I call it a romantic pursuit because that's what it is and that's what daddies do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic: characterized by a preoccupation with love or by the idealizing of love or one's beloved, displaying or expressing love or strong affection, ardent; passionate; fervent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, is that the type of pursuit you dream of having from your father? Of course it is. I think everyone wants to be pursued "ardently, passionately, fervently". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bought Rylie the High School Musical Nintendo Wii game where it's basically hsm karoake.  Let's just say we were rocking it out last night as loud as we could. She was ecstatic. She was a singer. She was a performer. I was a hero. I was her hero. Last night was a seed that I sowed that I will reap during her teenage years and for the rest of her life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidently, Rylie was not the only one having the time of her life singing...bet on it. Daddies don't just show up, daddies go all out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-7461067757524092439?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/7461067757524092439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/7461067757524092439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/12/being-there-vs-being-there-for-you.html' title='Being There vs. Being There for You'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-4547839878419879778</id><published>2007-12-01T22:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T23:16:46.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Hits</title><content type='html'>Brett Favre may be the reason for my first round exit in fantasy football this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Power trips are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Reality tv is not realistic anymore. Staged like a mo half the time.&lt;br /&gt;Cockiness is not attractive.&lt;br /&gt;No one can beat USC right now. No one.&lt;br /&gt;The Everest series is going to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;Tyler may be the best looking person I know. Little Pres is coming on strong though.&lt;br /&gt;I'm about ready for the look of this blog to change.&lt;br /&gt;Telling someone that "So and So said you have to" means you have far less authority than you think.&lt;br /&gt;I love doing what my kids love to do...so does my dad.&lt;br /&gt;God is gracious. I love the way He is blessing Holly's mom right now. &lt;br /&gt;There's no one I want to be with at this stage of my life than Holly.&lt;br /&gt;My marriage is as healthy as it has ever been. Crazy to think how much has changed in 7 years.&lt;br /&gt;The depth of the experience is greater than the height of the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;Chew on that one for a lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-4547839878419879778?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/4547839878419879778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/4547839878419879778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/12/quick-hits.html' title='Quick Hits'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-7690939834930526865</id><published>2007-11-30T23:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T23:39:19.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Everest</title><content type='html'>I started preparing for our next series in January on Mt. Everest.  Everest is a great way to start the first of the year. I've started listening to Everest podcasts, watching Everest tv shows, and Everest documenteries.  Fascinating.  It's amazing how many spiritual connections there are to climbing Everest. Gonna be great.  I'll share some of the stuff over the next month in the blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-7690939834930526865?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/7690939834930526865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/7690939834930526865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/11/everest.html' title='Everest'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-5512406326779298864</id><published>2007-11-30T09:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T09:22:36.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Around</title><content type='html'>I heard TD Jakes say something at a conference I attended several years ago that stuck with me..."When you start to see the heavy equipment come in you know God isn't trying to build a chicken coup but he's building a temple."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was saying that when God begins to surround you with incredible people, incredible volunteers, incredible leaders that that is the thing that always precedes explosive growth.  I could not agree more.  I look back to when Pastor Robert started Gateway and we were flooded with incredible volunteers.  In fact, even now at 10,000, some of the best leaders we have were here when we were less than 1,000.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look around at what surrounds me I am amazed at what the Lord has done and even more I am amazed at what he is about to do because of all of these incredible people.  I am grateful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The builders always come before the building and they'll keep coming all along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-5512406326779298864?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/5512406326779298864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/5512406326779298864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/11/look-around.html' title='Look Around'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-3983217592094086121</id><published>2007-11-29T21:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T21:58:27.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboys Game</title><content type='html'>Watching the game right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.O. should have caught that touchdown pass just now.  Ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favre is my fantasy qb...has negative two points...and is out of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wade Phillips???  Going for it on 4th and 2 on the 32...KICK THE FIELD GOAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was the over/under only 31?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cowboys will win...we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-3983217592094086121?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/3983217592094086121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/3983217592094086121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/11/cowboys-game.html' title='Cowboys Game'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-2074580729675625594</id><published>2007-11-27T11:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T11:48:26.659-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Previews</title><content type='html'>Do you ever watch movies?  I love movies.  I especially love watching movies with my wife.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's one thing I have never, ever, ever liked about watching movies...THE PREVIEWS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a waste of time.  When I go to see a flick at the theatre I usually like to get there 15 minutes after the published start time of the movie because that typically assures me of missing the bulk of the previews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I get older I am changing my mind about the previews a little bit.  The Lord has changed my perspective of the previews over the past 7 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 14 I felt the Lord begin telling me what he created me to accomplish with my life.  It happened through prophetic words, life moments, and personal revelation from my time with the Lord.  At the time I admit I was a little confused as to why God was telling me what he was telling me.  What I heard and what he was actually saying were two very different things.  I thought he was telling me how great I was, how much better I was than those around me, how much more important I was than they were.  So stupid.  Now I look back at those previews and see it in a whole new light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the reason God gives us previews is partially because we're not quite ready for the movie.  Maybe we are a little late, a little slow, in the wrong theatre, still buying popcorn, milk duds and sour patch kids, or whatever.  If we are seeing the previews it means it's not time for the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so gracious with us, with me.  He knows the process.  He knows the timeline.  He knows when we will be ready enough.  He knows that it is during the previews that we prepare for the movie.  It is in the previews that we get excited enough about the movie to show up for the movie when it releases.  In the previews we see snippets of the plot, of the danger, of the characters, of the movie.  It is in the previews that we prove whether or not we can handle the box office success that is to come.  It is in the previews that we learn that the best movies are not about great actors but great stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the previews.  The movie will begin shortly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-2074580729675625594?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/2074580729675625594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/2074580729675625594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/11/previews.html' title='The Previews'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-9089915962315402040</id><published>2007-11-27T10:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T11:26:51.024-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad like a Moron</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed what happens to you when you get upset?  If you're like me you have a tendency to get a little riled up in a very short period of time.  I'm an all in kind of guy.  There are many benefits to that type of attitude but there are drawbacks as well.  Such as...I can flip a switch in a heartbeat...faster than you can blink.  Something silly happened just now and for some reason I got a little riled up.  It was so trivial, so small, so the only thing I could think about for 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know one of the things that happens when I get mad that I absolutely hate?  It uncovers so many ugly things.  I mean ugly.  For some reason when I get mad some really nasty things surface in my life.  I'm beginning to think it is the Lord taking the opportunity to prove a point, to be a caring and concerned father for a minute.  Man, some really ugly things came out of me.  Nothing out loud.  Just in my head...which is the worst kind.  I can pretend they're not there but when something upsets me I am immediately reminded that they have been there all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking how I make more money than so and so and I'm this and I'm that.  Ridiculous.  Absolutely ridiculous.  I am embarrassed to even admit that this happens and even more so am grateful that the Lord doesn't take everything away from me when I think stupid thoughts like that.  I'll tell you one thing, I'll never have any more authority than I do now if I don't learn to be vulnerable and humble and submissive and secure.  The Lord reminds me of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great thing about being created to communicate is that I get a chance to share what the Lord has given me by using my mouth.  The sad thing about the gift of communication is that it can turn to a deadly weapon in a moment.  Ugly.  Nasty.  As Tyler would say, "Yukky"!  It's sad that out of my own insecurity I think about using the gift God has given me to harm and not honor.  Grateful he doesn't take it away when I drop the ball.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I have is a gift from the Lord.  I came into this world with nothing and I will leave with nothing.  Everything he has gifted me to do is because of Him not me or my ability.  At my best I am a moron.  At my worst I am nothing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly enough I am grateful for this little learning opportunity.  I need these moments.  I want to be faithful.  I want to grow.  I want to make my Father proud.  Gonna have to work on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be someone who never overestimates himself and never underestimates the people around him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-9089915962315402040?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/9089915962315402040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/9089915962315402040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/11/mad-like-moron.html' title='Mad like a Moron'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-8290844666209295626</id><published>2007-11-26T10:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T10:47:01.622-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Daddies Hold</title><content type='html'>We had a great week in California for Thanksgiving last week with Holly's family.  Unfortunately, getting to her parents place requires a 3 hour flight.  The best part about that 3 hour flight though is that we make it with 3 children under the age of 5 and the youngest is teething.  Good times, good times.  We have made this trip so many times this year that we kind of have a routine for the flight down pat.  Holly sits next to Rylie in one row with Preston in her lap and I take Tyler in another row.  Tyler is the least relaxed on airplanes of all of my kids...but I'd rather have a fidgety 2 year old than a crying 7 month old.  Because Tyler was all over the map in that 3 hour span of time I was forced to hold him in a variety of ways that got me thinking again about how God is with me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddies hold you up to keep you from falling.&lt;br /&gt;Daddies hold you close to snuggle with you.&lt;br /&gt;Daddies hold on to you to keep you from getting lost.&lt;br /&gt;Daddies hold you upside down to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Daddies hold you while they bounce to put you to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Daddies hold you out to carry you over barriers on your level.&lt;br /&gt;Daddies hold you back when you don't know what's best for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Daddies hold you just because you say "uppie".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing we fail to remember like Tyler is that no matter how we are being held, the reason our fathers hold us the way that they do is that they are trying to find the best posture for us and what we need at that time.  Because that's what daddies do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-8290844666209295626?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/8290844666209295626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/8290844666209295626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-daddies-hold.html' title='How Daddies Hold'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-8841719149832974670</id><published>2007-11-21T19:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T19:33:57.675-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickly</title><content type='html'>Just got settled in to Holly's parents place in Fresno.  Been a long 24 hours.  Have some thoughts about last night and about a revelation I got on the plane...GREAT stuff there.  Running to the grocery store and I'll post when I get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-8841719149832974670?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/8841719149832974670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/8841719149832974670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/11/quickly.html' title='Quickly'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-5997588148488294377</id><published>2007-11-20T09:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T10:40:53.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And Just Like That...Everything Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gatewaypeople.com/channels/nrh/images/gallery/thumb/IMG_4250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://gatewaypeople.com/channels/nrh/images/gallery/thumb/IMG_4250.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent several hours up at NRH last night getting the building ready for tonight.  I have been overwhelmed with thoughts and emotions over the past week of opening Gateway Church NRH.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been something I have dreamt of for more than 7 years.  I remember the first time Robert came to me and asked me to put together a building plan for generational ministry (I think I did it at least 4 times in 90 months).  It was kind of fun to dream and visionize about what a building like that would look like if I were to have a say in it.  But I also remember the deposit that the Lord made in me as I drew out the building on paper...it was significant...it was unforgettable...it was a foretaste.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been several times throughout my time at Gateway where I actually thought we would get it built...that was more than 4 years ago.  What can I say?  I was young and dumb.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time, no matter how unlikely it seemed, I saw it.  I have known what this would look like for years...not the paint schemes, carpet colors, or layout.  I guess it's hard to explain but I have always had a sense of what things would look like when this building was built.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 years ago I wasn't ready but now things are different...much different.  God's timing is perfect.  I have felt like what God was doing at Seven was something very few churches try to or have the resources to offer.  For the first time in my life I am actually proud of the ministry I am a part of...not in the sense that it's any better than others...I am simply proud to be a part of my Father's business doing my part to see it succeed and be eternally profitable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like to this point Seven has been a great hole in the wall restaurant with great food.  Not everybody has known where our restaurant is located or what exactly we serve but those customers who have dined with us have immediately become lifers.  And then in a moment I feel like one rich man came into the restaurant and tasted the food and saw that it was good.  In fact he thought it was so good that he instantly started making plans to take our little whole in the wall from a place that could seat 40 and build a restaurant that seated 20 times that.  Some people saw it as a hole in the wall restaurant but not this investor, he saw the opportunity to feed thousands a menu that people dream of ordering from.  The rich man was so excited to eat the food and see others eat it around him that he built the new restaurant himself.  There is no way the family who owned this little eatery could have afforded to expand their business.  In fact, they had never even counted the cost of expansion because it would have taken more than they made in a lifetime of profit from their little shop.  But this rich man changed everything.  The rich man knew this.  He never required a dime.  He never asked for a thing.  All he said was "People need to experience your menu, they must experience your menu.  I will see to it for the rest of my life that your restaurant has every opportunity to feed as many people as possible as excellently as possible."  And over a very short period of time this little restaurant went from a place that only locals knew about to a place where tourists made a point to eat while they where in town if only for a day.  The food was the same.  The service was the same.  The people were the same.  The only thing that changed was one rich man came in and took his influence and his resources and made this little hole in the wall restaurant famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that when the Lord built this building that it would coincide with what he was doing in me.  It's not that I'm ready, it's just that it's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a day I will never forget.  Thank you Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-5997588148488294377?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/5997588148488294377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/5997588148488294377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-just-like-thateverything-changes.html' title='And Just Like That...Everything Changes'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-341661934405538401</id><published>2007-11-18T21:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T21:40:23.748-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>Had one of those days today.  I think I probably prayed with 16 or 17 people between the second and third services.  I'm not sure why but I had people grabbing me and waiting to pray with me more than normal.  All I could think the entire time was "Who am I that I get to do this with my life?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be doing anything with my life.  I could still be a busboy, a valet, or a security guard.  But I get to work in an environment where people want me to pray with them about their situation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish people could hear my thoughts sometimes.  All I think as I'm getting to pray with people is how blessed I am to get paid to do what I do.  I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-341661934405538401?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/341661934405538401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/341661934405538401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/11/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-2577491489988905194</id><published>2007-11-16T16:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T16:35:23.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervous</title><content type='html'>I am gearing up for our flag football league finale tonight.  The league has gone really well...better than I could have hoped.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts about our games...&lt;br /&gt;I'm nervous.  Everyone wants to beat me.  They're out to get me.  I just don't want to get hurt.  I don't think we will win but that doesn't even matter...I don't want to get hurt.  &lt;br /&gt;There are so many players on the teams we will be playing tonight, so many big guys, fast guys, strong guys.  We are honestly outmatched.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a break.  If you honestly believe all that stuff I have some land in the bayou I want to sell you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that stuff even sound like me?  Not even close.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my call...my  team wins first game 46-17 and the championship 54-30.  My other prediction is that I won't even break a sweat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get it on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-2577491489988905194?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/2577491489988905194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/2577491489988905194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/11/nervous.html' title='Nervous'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-8167960314134633780</id><published>2007-11-15T21:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T21:38:10.039-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NRH</title><content type='html'>Just got home from the first gathering at the NRH campus.  Pretty cool to see something I have been picturing for the past 7 years take place right in front of me.  Not many words could articulate how feel as Seven moves into this campus.  Grateful is the best I can do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can see walking through the building is opportunities everywhere.  This will be a great tool to add to what we already offer as we seek to help and reach every person possible.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This building reaches people.  This building reaches my generation.  This building reaches me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see it in action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-8167960314134633780?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/8167960314134633780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/8167960314134633780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/11/nrh.html' title='NRH'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-877510647705611667</id><published>2007-11-13T10:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T10:24:47.048-06:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Years Ago</title><content type='html'>It was almost 15 years ago this time that I was 14 and reading through the bible for the very first time.  I remember having such an excitement to complete reading every word.  My dad had made me a deal that if I read through the bible in one year that he would give me $250.  That's a lot of money for a 14 year old kid.  The money may have been the reason I got started but it was not the reason I finished.  As I got more and more into God's letter to me I became enamored with it.  I started in Genesis where a young guy had a dream but had to wait twenty years for it to happen.  I got to Ruth and read the most romantic words I had ever read in my life.  I got to Psalms and read about a the only man in recorded history that God said was a person after his own heart yet the guy was a messed up mo.  I got to Proverbs and found some of the greatest keys of wisdom I had ever been given.  I remember how the pieces just seemed to fit.  That what I was reading was so incredibly applicable for me.  I asked the Lord that day if he would make me the wisest person I know.  Not so that I would receive riches because of it but for a totally different reason.  I asked the Lord to give me wisdom so that every time I sit with someone, meet with someone, counsel someone, encourage someone, correct someone, help someone that I would be able to give them something that wouldn't just help them but would change their lives.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I started in ministry over 7 years ago I have had so many moments where I was speaking and it was obvious what was coming out of my mouth didn't come out of my mind.  Outside of any moment with my family those are the moments I live to experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 14 I knew that God called me into ministry.  I never dreamed of ministry.  I never dreamed of preaching to hundreds of people let alone thousands.  All I dreamt of was being able to give something away to people that could not be obtained from God but had to be received from him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is a dream come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-877510647705611667?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/877510647705611667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/877510647705611667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/11/15-years-ago.html' title='15 Years Ago'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-4394048060890124195</id><published>2007-11-12T11:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T12:05:05.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Years Ago Today</title><content type='html'>Had an interesting weekend this weekend.  Hard to articulate what is going on inside of me right now but something is going on.  I had a moment this weekend where the Lord said some things about me and my situation 10 years ago.  Here are some of the highlights..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then out of nowhere He said this, "Preston you have already forgotten where you were, what you were, and what you had 10 years ago today."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may read right through that sentence and mentally bypass it's importance...but I can't.  That sentence represents nearly 4,000 days (or 1/3) of my life.  That sentence represents 1,000's of moments where the Lord showed himself to be faithful.  That sentence reminds me someone I don't even look like anymore.  That sentence reminds me of how good God is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago today I was a sophomore in college who had nearly dropped out as a freshman because of a broken heart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago I was sitting in my campus apartment still thinking about a girl I was still in love with that was engaged to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago today I was making $8 an hour working graveyard security for an apartment complex that housed the Phoenix mafia (it felt like that wondering around the place at 4am with gunshots going off).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago I was dominating intramurals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago I had more girls that wanted to marry me who honestly thought it was the Lord's will than I have friends now.  (At least that's how I remember it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago today I was fearing graduating college in 3 years because I had no idea how I was going to get a job at a church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago today I was thinking it was time to get baptized.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago today I was dreaming of the day someone would love me, marry me, raise children with me, spend forever with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago today I was halfway into racking up $15,000 of school debt and $3,000 dollars of dumb debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago I drove a convertible that seated 2 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago today I was wondering if what God had been telling me for 20 years that he would use me to do would ever come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I thank the Lord for how he spared me from a relationship that could have changed everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I sit in my office enamored with the woman I dreamt for 20 years about meeting...let alone marrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have the job I never imagined I could ever get let alone keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am not dominating much of anything athletically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I see girls who look at a man's finger to see if he is married and couldn't care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I look back at the last 7 1/2 years that I have worked at one of the fastest growing churches in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am more intimate with the Lord than I ever could have comprehended was possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I wake up every morning to the sweet voices of Rylie, Tyler and Preston and to the kisses of the greatest mother to my children I could have asked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have no debt and more money in our retirement than I make in 18 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I stare at the new house on wheels that is my wife's Suburban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I still listen to what God is telling me he will use me to do and wonder how in the world it will ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have brought me so far in 10 years Lord.  It's truly hard to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have saved me, spared me, protected me, provided for me, guided me, spoken to me, overwhelmed me, disciplined me, taught me, used me, been faithful to me, laughed at me, grown me, molded me, prepared me, appointed me, quieted me, launched me, more than I ever could have hoped or asked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are God alone and you are good to me. Thanks for the history lesson.  Thanks for yesterday and thank you for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where where you 10 years ago today?  What were you doing?  Who were you doing it with?  Who where you?  Don't forget how far God has brought you.  Let it remind you of how far he can take you from where you are today to where you'll be 10 years from today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-4394048060890124195?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/4394048060890124195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/4394048060890124195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/11/10-years-ago-today.html' title='10 Years Ago Today'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-1963757960647712692</id><published>2007-11-08T10:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T11:13:50.931-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Terror</title><content type='html'>Was just reading a blog I keep up with where he was talking about what makes terrorists so powerful.  Here's a clip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have absolutely no regard for self-preservation.&lt;br /&gt;Their only obsession is the cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty powerful thought.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of the things that holds back good leaders from being great leaders is the desire to create a culture of self-preservation that says "If I were to leave the organization would fail".  It goes back to one of my favorite goals...I want to build His kingdom not mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-1963757960647712692?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/1963757960647712692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/1963757960647712692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/11/terror.html' title='Terror'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-36578278052440176</id><published>2007-11-07T19:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T20:14:08.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rylie's First Day of Pre-K</title><content type='html'>She was so confident.&lt;br /&gt;I was much more nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so grateful to be in school.&lt;br /&gt;I was so grateful to be putting her there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so smart for a 4 year old.&lt;br /&gt;I want her to have every advantage I can give her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so proud to be taking her to school.  I am extremely proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stewarding Rylie's life as her father is one of the greatest responsibilities of my life and one of the greatest gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I get older and my kids do too it gets easier and easier to sacrifice whatever I can for their benefit.  It is becoming more and more of a no-brainer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living life with my kids is incredible.  Living in step with my wife is indescribable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing that I am more grateful for than Holly.  She's more than I ever could have asked for in a teammate, friend, life love, date, person I wake up every morning of my life looking at.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a dream come true.  Thank you Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-36578278052440176?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/36578278052440176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/36578278052440176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/11/rylies-first-day-of-pre-k.html' title='Rylie&apos;s First Day of Pre-K'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-3490016484932113001</id><published>2007-11-05T16:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T16:33:10.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He Makes Me Look Good</title><content type='html'>Thinking today about how many times in my day where I do something that turns out good that has nothing to do with me.  I am grateful for God's favor and his goodness.  There are so many times where he protects me by doing something I could never do, saying something that I could never say.  Some people hear it or see it and are impressed...I know better...It's all God.  I have said too many stupid things in my lifetime for anything of value to come out that wasn't Him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that he wants me to look good.  That's the way daddies operate.  They want their children to look better than them.  The only difference is that God wants to get the glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a problem.  I'll spend the rest of my life convincing people that anything of value has nothing to do with me.  I'm just grateful to be used.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-3490016484932113001?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/3490016484932113001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/3490016484932113001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/11/he-makes-me-look-good.html' title='He Makes Me Look Good'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-2268582423799679042</id><published>2007-11-02T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T15:48:28.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Timelessly Classic God</title><content type='html'>I found a prophetic word that I had given to a student over a year ago.  When I read it I thought there was no way that any of this came from my mouth.  It reads more like TD Jakes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thought actually was that I am so grateful to the Lord when he speaks.  I couldn't live without it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your reading pleasure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're asking God for progress, personal progress, but progress involves pursuit.&lt;br /&gt;God says "Ho much you pursue me decides how much I propel you."&lt;br /&gt;Stop waiting for me to act, cause I'm waiting for you to act.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting is overrated.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait because you want to receive your individual calling from the Lord...God cares more about commitment than he does individual calling...you should too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it speaks to someone the way it spoke to me this morning almost 18 months after I wrote it down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-2268582423799679042?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/2268582423799679042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/2268582423799679042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/11/timelessly-classic-god.html' title='Timelessly Classic God'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-7994996257173663370</id><published>2007-11-01T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T16:26:17.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check-Ups</title><content type='html'>Have you ever thought about the need for a doctors "check-up"?  Maybe you are like us and you have at least an annual visit to the doctor to make sure everything is great with your health.  As you get older the need for these check-ups to become more regular is very important.  Here's why:  the more lifetime you log the more chance for damage, the more chance for damage the more chance for disaster.  So in many ways the only reason to have regular check-ups is to avert a physical disaster.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think this is any different than it is with God.  I think we all need check-ups or spiritually I would call them tests.  Don't be offended when you are faced with a test from the Lord.  He is just trying to keep you from experiencing major disaster.  No matter what you think, the major reason for tests is not trust, it is not to see if you are trustworthy.  The major reason for tests is to make sure everything is working properly to avoid a major catastrophe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you hate tests.  But if I test for a particular type of cancer all of the time I increase my chance of catching it early enough to treat it if I ever am faced with having it.  In other words tests can save lives.  Tests seem like a pretty good idea if you think about it like that.  But then again you already knew that.  If a test means possibly saving my life sign me up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tests are good.  Tests are everywhere.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice: Don't grade your test with someone else's answer key.  God did not give you their standards...He gave you yours.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 pencils anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-7994996257173663370?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/7994996257173663370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/7994996257173663370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/11/check-ups.html' title='Check-Ups'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-3262556388702491021</id><published>2007-10-31T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T14:33:17.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting</title><content type='html'>Interesting message last night.  It's amazing how your perspective changes when you start seeing God as a daddy before an omnipotent.  I know the message spoke to me.  My only goal was for every person who heard that message last night to wake up this morning and say what Rylie says to me every morning..."morning daddy".  I know to some it sounds cheesy but if you catch the revelation that is God as father you will no doubt see it as anything but cheesy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm doing what I was created to do. It is an honor for me to get to share the revelation God has given me every Tuesday night with a captive audience of peers.  This is my dream job.  Not just being at Gateway but really even better than that is the fact that God is using me and is speaking something so clearly that he wants me to give away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how significant of a message last night was for anyone there but it was very significant to me.  II do think after last night's message that there are a few more people who see God in a whole new way.  That's amazing.  That's revelational.  It's God.  If you don't attend Seven on Tuesday nights you may enjoy the video podcast.  You can go to iTunes and search Gateway Seven and you'll find the message titled Off Topic 10/30/07.  The message will be up sometime tomorrow.  Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-3262556388702491021?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/3262556388702491021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/3262556388702491021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/10/interesting.html' title='Interesting'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-6987172603951750755</id><published>2007-10-29T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T22:49:27.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitement</title><content type='html'>It's official.  I am excited again.  I am excited about where Seven is going.  I am excited to be doing what I am doing right now.  This is what I was created to do.  It's not that I ever lost excitement over Seven it's just that the past two series have been really very personally challenging for me. Last Tuesday was a return to normalcy and the past week seemed more like a typical week when we first started Seven...full of flow and revelation.  This is my dream job.  I am grateful.  But I'm really grateful to be back delivering the burden that God has given my to deliver.  Love it.  This is how my life was meant to be lived.  Can't wait to speak tomorrow night.  Gonna be a great curveball.  Gonna use Rylie the entire message up on the stage if I can get her to stay up there with me.  It's been several months since I felt this way but tonight I go to bed thinking God is about to blow up what is happening at Seven.  Sign me up.  I'm in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-6987172603951750755?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6987172603951750755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6987172603951750755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/10/excitement.html' title='Excitement'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-6250686878792619686</id><published>2007-10-28T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T20:38:49.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Consistency Please</title><content type='html'>If you want a lesson in how important consistency is, have a baby.  Having children has taught me more about the value of consistency than any other situation, relationship, or responsibility.  It's tough.  I don't know how you feel about discipline but Holly and I believe it is our God-given responsibility to lead our children through offering wisdom to them, making decisions for them while they are young, providing for them, loving them, and disciplining them.  But it's tough.  Sometimes it is just so easy to  "let it go".  Sometimes I want to.  Especially if I just spanked one of them or they got in trouble.  But right is right and I take my responsibility to father my three children with the utmost of seriousness.  One of the greatest lessons I have learned is that when I am not consistent with my love and my discipline that it confuses my kids.  They expect consistency...even if I'm wrong sometimes...they expect me to be consistent.  I owe it to them...even if I'm tired and don't want to...I owe it to my kids to be consistent.  And consistent I will do my best to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-6250686878792619686?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6250686878792619686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6250686878792619686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/10/consistency-please.html' title='Consistency Please'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-8113269577850590481</id><published>2007-10-27T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T18:24:06.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Sadness</title><content type='html'>This morning I played in our flag football game and experienced a very sad realization...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not the athlete I was when I was 20.  It hurts me to even type it let alone to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ten years after my college intramurals (which I overwhelmingly dominated, don't bother asking anyone else, just ask me)  I am faced with trying not to get "too" competitive since my mind and my body work at two very different speeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say my mind says "Preston you run like a cheetah and swim like the salmon of Capistrano" and my body says "Preston you run like your grandmama and swim like an anchor".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny this morning.  I was pretty riled up in the first couple of minutes but after the first few series I quickly came to the realization that it just wasn't going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am flying the black flag today mourning the slow death of my once upon a time athletic prowess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have ever thought it?  I am a shell of my former self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-8113269577850590481?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/8113269577850590481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/8113269577850590481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/10/pure-sadness.html' title='Pure Sadness'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-6994152895929849645</id><published>2007-10-26T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T18:40:09.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon Enough</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wanted something really badly?  How quickly did you want it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we all have things we want that we don't have...maybe it's a possession, a request fulfilled, a job, a spouse, a friend, children...no matter what it is my bet is that the longer you waited the faster you wanted it to be put in your lap.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a great example.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I saw a deer that was huge.  I really wanted him on my wall.  I hunted him like crazy all season last year.  I was at the lease nearly every week last season.  Spent a fortune in gas and food money but I was convinced if I hunted hard enough that I would get a shot at him.  Saw him once up close but was caught in a situation where it would have been an unethical shot.  I passed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this year I wasn't really thinking I would hunt for him.  I sort of gave up on that one.  But he somehow walked in to my feeder now he is on his way to full-time residence on my wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how God is.  I want it now and He wants me to wait til it's time.  If I would have taken matters into my own hands last year that same deer would be 20% smaller than it was this year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the lease this week and and the Lord was reminding me of this.  When I wait in His timing it always works out in my favor...ALWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be asking the Lord for something and you feel like he is saying no...obviously I do not know your situation but I do know this...that many times when I think God is saying no he is actually saying not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not yet is not No.  Wait.  It'll happen soon enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-6994152895929849645?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6994152895929849645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6994152895929849645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/10/soon-enough.html' title='Soon Enough'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-6109677234423293085</id><published>2007-10-23T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T23:50:13.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Much Better</title><content type='html'>Feeling pretty good about tonight's service.  Much closer to our "normal".  I think a lot of people could tell a difference between tonight and the past couple of months.  We're gonna get our groove back.  Most people would say we never lost it.  But I have pretty high expectations.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worship was really good tonight.  Really good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message was good.  It's been a while since I felt that good.  I'm grateful that I have the opportunity I have for the Lord to use me at Seven...it could be anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylie and I went to Seven together without Holly and the boys (they're sick)  and we cranked High School Musical 2 music the whole way home...it was a moment...she was so excited...she said "Daddy, I love spemding time with you".  There is no where I would have rather been at that moment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I am celebrating.  Thank you Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-6109677234423293085?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6109677234423293085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6109677234423293085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/10/much-better.html' title='Much Better'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-8463126091175451084</id><published>2007-10-23T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T11:14:46.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy</title><content type='html'>Why is it that when we read Ecclesiastes where it says "enjoy the fruit of your labor" that we think that is somehow not spiritual?  That's ridiculous.  As a father I want my kids to enjoy every blessing they are given the privilege of receiving.  It would be stupid if every time I gave my children a blessing that they looked over their shoulder at me to see if I thought they were "overcelebrating".  That's what we do though.  We think we're gonna get struck by lightning if we celebrate too much.  Celebrating too much is not bragging.  Bragging is something totally different.  Bragging exposes something deep in the heart.  Celebrating is the height of gratitude.  Think about this...when I see my children celebrating what I give them...I have the same reaction every time...I WANT TO GIVE THEM MORE.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate.  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Command those who are rich in this present age not to be haughty, nor to trust in uncertain riches but in the living God, WHO GIVES US RICHLY &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; THINGS TO &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ENJOY&lt;/span&gt;"  1 Timothy 6:17&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-8463126091175451084?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/8463126091175451084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/8463126091175451084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/10/enjoy.html' title='Enjoy'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-6701106526920229428</id><published>2007-10-22T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T11:24:13.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meat</title><content type='html'>I have a lot of blogs I keep up with many of which are from senior pastors all over the country.  It has seemed for some time now that there is a "see who can be cuter" contest going on.  Let me explain.  It seems as though all of these churches (which are some of the fastest growing in the US) are trying to outdo the others by coming up with the flashiest ideas and gimmicks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let me say that for the first 5 or 6 years of my time in ministry I was deadset on having the best gimmicks around.  My gimiicks would convince you to come to church.  But once I got you there there was not much meat to keep you there.  There was nothing to eat.  And I got stuck in the trap of trying to outdo the last gimmick I created.  Tough to say the least.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started Seven.  I went to the other side of the scale.  I was all about feeding and cared nothing about the gimmicks, the lights, atmosphere, production, all of it.  I felt like we were feeding and people were eating and it didn't matter what the room looked like.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've said before, Seven has been full of "teachable moments".  I am learning a lot about the dynamics of church and my generation, what works, what doesn't work, what's hard, what's easy, what's funny, what's stupid, what draws, what doesn't draw.  The past two series have not had the life that I have normally set out to offer.  It was a learning experience to the nth degree.  It's funny how the Lord is always trying to get my attention to teach me something.  I love it.  But it doesn't come without a little frustration.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has to be a balance.  My goal in life is to reach as many people as I can with every resource that I can to teach every person that I can to reach every person that they can with the overwhelming love of Jesus Christ.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was creative.  Actually He was so creative that he is the Creator.  But he always, always, always no matter how creative the illustration or gimmick was, gave away the meat.  ALWAYS.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We think that lost people are impressed with the gimmicks.  I don't think that is true.  Gimmicks get them there but what impresses them is meat...that somebody gave them something to chew on...to think about.  You know who get's stuck on the gimmicks?  Church people.  Who always talked and murmered most about Christs' message?  The religious ones.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what I think...the gimmicks help people in church keep it fresh.  It may inspire them to find something new with God.  Gimmicks may keep lost people coming in the door but it is the meat that keeps them coming through the door.  I want both, I do.  But I want the meat.  I don't want to be so cute that it distracts from what the Lord is trying to say.  But I also don't want to be so meaty that it doesn't inspire people to be creative and innovative in their relationship with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a balance I guess I will spend the rest of my life in ministry trying to keep tight.  Eat up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-6701106526920229428?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6701106526920229428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6701106526920229428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/10/meat.html' title='Meat'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-4369320958294142933</id><published>2007-10-19T01:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T02:37:54.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Quick</title><content type='html'>Deer scores 175 2/8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate man is not so ultimate...M&amp;M bag throwing and frisbee contest?  I am no longer ultimate if that's what ultimate is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Kobe comes to the Mavs I will never cheer for the Mavs ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BCS standings are a joke.  South Florida is not even a top 25 team.  Rutgers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atta Boy Joe Torre.  Steinbrenner doesn't deserve him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone and their dog is headed to the lease this weekend.  Pictures of my deer have everyone going bananas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rough when my kids are sick.  Especially the babies.  Holly is a champ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now 2:28a and this post as had many distractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can grace go too far?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 is creeping my direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will coach the Ags next year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are burning.  Seacrest out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-4369320958294142933?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/4369320958294142933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/4369320958294142933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/10/real-quick.html' title='Real Quick'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-2581211495382975467</id><published>2007-10-18T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T12:12:57.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Just Obedience</title><content type='html'>I'm learning a lot about obedience and submission lately.  You know where God says that he desires obedience more than sacrifice?  Isn't that a little ironic?  Isn't obedience a sacrifice?  It is to me.  I can't think of  many times in my life where obedience was not a sacrifice.  And not just that but obedience turns the corner to submission and it really gets difficult.  You'll take some hits.  Here are some thoughts on submission...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submission doesn't explain, it just submits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submission doesn't care what anyone thinks, it just submits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submission protects and prefers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submission doesn't need answers just obedience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submission is a part of God's process.  Submission to God's authority and man's authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned this over the last few years...I win when I submit and obey.  But I am learning that there is an entirely greater level of submission and obedience...it's called carrying a burden.  This is where I am working the most.  I am asking the Lord to give me a greater burden for the people I serve and answer to.  I don't want to submit out of simple obedience.  I want to submit because I carry such a burden for them that it pushes me to my knees with the overwhelming desire to serve from the seat of submission.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-2581211495382975467?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/2581211495382975467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/2581211495382975467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/10/not-just-obedience.html' title='Not Just Obedience'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-6864922088027664012</id><published>2007-10-17T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T13:40:58.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Just In</title><content type='html'>Bestbuy is no longer selling analog TVs.  It's the end of an era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple's iPhone will be ready for third-party applications by February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York is now host to a life size chocolate sculpture of Jesus.  Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-6864922088027664012?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6864922088027664012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6864922088027664012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-just-in.html' title='This Just In'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-6976557244908751059</id><published>2007-10-17T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T10:26:16.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a Day</title><content type='html'>Take today and take every person you care about in your life, one at a time, and think about how much different your life would look if they were not in it.  It's a great exercise.  It will no doubt remind you of how special each person is around and you and even more than that give you a much greater appreciation for them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tell them.  Or at least tell God and thank him for them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life is deficient without the people around you.  You experience only a fragment of what life is meant to be without those you care about.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is one of those days where I can't really articulate how grateful I am to the Lord...all I can seem to say is "You're just so good."  He is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-6976557244908751059?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6976557244908751059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6976557244908751059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/10/take-day.html' title='Take a Day'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-777320962486726371</id><published>2007-10-16T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T10:08:44.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Over the Map Quick Hits</title><content type='html'>Holly brought the kids up to the office yesterday.  I love my kids.  I'm so proud of them.  I'm so grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking a lot about Holly's mom being healed lately.  I have been asking the Lord more than ever for him to heal her.  He can do it.  I want him to.  Not just for my wife, for my children as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been this excited about a series for as long as I can remember.  I can't wait to start the Gross Income series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed at how the Lord has surrounded me with such incredible people.  I don't think He's planning on building a chicken coup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling the Lord this morning how much I can't believe how strong my marriage to Holly is after how stupid I looked the first two years.  Having children has taken our marriage to a level I did not know existed.  I thought it would take away some.  Not even close.  It has brought us even closer together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought that God may put people in your life for a season but not forever?  I am learning about this.  It's weird.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the green room this weekend when James Robison was back there.  The first thing he said was "Man Preston, that was an awesome deer."  Robert had already emailed him the pictures.  But then he started talking about how great a father we have in God who loves to give us things we love so much just because we are doing good for no other reason than right is right and not to get anything.  That was a gift.  It was a fatherly moment with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that at 29 that this is what life would look like.  I am blessed.  We are blessed.  You are blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-777320962486726371?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/777320962486726371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/777320962486726371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/10/all-over-map-quick-hits.html' title='All Over the Map Quick Hits'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-6716474855726340574</id><published>2007-10-14T19:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T19:59:43.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Don't Compare</title><content type='html'>I spoke to the University of North Texas football team yesterday.  It went okay...at that point they were 0-5 and I know they were all a little heavy hearted.  I spoke about how as athletes we are trained very early on to compare ourselves to others.  That's how we determine who's best.  But in life this is an extremely dangerous theory.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe God gives us periodic points of reference where he reminds us how blessed we are but I do not think He created us to search for points of comparison.  Comparing yourself to others is one of the most miserable ways to live life.  Compare yourself to yourself..to God's standard for you...not to others.  You'll feel so much less stress I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also spoke about being a good teammate...being an armorbearer.  Cheering for your teammates.  I thought it went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I imparted a little extra anointing cause they won their first game this year...or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to the UNT football team.  May it be the first of many.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-6716474855726340574?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6716474855726340574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6716474855726340574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-dont-compare.html' title='You Don&apos;t Compare'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-7751910035024172256</id><published>2007-10-12T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T20:39:04.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Buck of  a Lifetime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/RxAho9FJazI/AAAAAAAACJs/7fK6XwVRDLs/s1600-h/DSC_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/RxAho9FJazI/AAAAAAAACJs/7fK6XwVRDLs/s200/DSC_0221.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120629763794889522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened.  I went hunting Tuesday night after Seven.  I hunted Wednesday morning and didn't see much at all.  But Wednesday night...is where it all changed.  I had 12 bucks at my feeder almost an hour before the feeder went off.  But then at 6:45p I had a buck coming in from about 150 yards.  I could tell from a distance that he was a possible shooter.  He got to 50 yards behind some bushes and I could tell I was going to shoot him if I got a shot.  He kept coming in and got to about 35 yards, never slowing down long enough for me to get a shot.  Then he scared off all of the other deer...he even scared himself.  Out of nowhere he ran away back the way he came.  I could see him through the brush and he didn't run too far so I went to full draw and waited for him to come back within range.  Then in a flash...he did.  He came back.  I was shaking like a wobbly piece of jello.  The thing looked huge.  It happened so fast that I couldn't even see any thing about the deer.  I could tell without a doubt that he was a deer that I would not hesitate to take.  He got to 21 yards and I took step one to getting the meat in the freezer.  Big buck down.  I got out of my blind and heard him go down very quickly.  Went to pick up my cousin and we came back and found him.  He only went about 45 yards.  The rough score of the deer ended up being 178 5/8.  In other words, the deer of a lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-7751910035024172256?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/7751910035024172256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/7751910035024172256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/10/buck-of-lifetime.html' title='Buck of  a Lifetime'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/RxAho9FJazI/AAAAAAAACJs/7fK6XwVRDLs/s72-c/DSC_0221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-2542513021691086737</id><published>2007-10-08T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T23:53:41.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Hits</title><content type='html'>-How many will be drinking the Romo Red Koolaid now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My fantasy team is rolling...but has a ton of bye week players next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How bout them Cowboys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Been reading the notes from Catalyst thanks to many blogs I keep up with.  I missed it on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Brad is speaking tomorrow night.  Praying for him.  He'll do great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bears take down Packers...no soup for you Favre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Speaking for University of North Texas football team this weekend.  That'll be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sorry for Joe Torre.  He's out for sure in New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I love a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-With God on my side I like my chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Don't put a period where God puts a comma.  How bout them apples?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-2542513021691086737?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/2542513021691086737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/2542513021691086737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/10/quick-hits.html' title='Quick Hits'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-3884561087049701562</id><published>2007-10-07T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T21:45:03.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Have It Easy</title><content type='html'>Just read this article titled "Prominent Palestinian Christian Activist Found Dead on Gaza City Street" at http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,299969,00.html.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have it easy.  No bullets flying my way.  Perspective please.  Ayyad left two young children and a pregnant wife.  He loved Jesus.  Bless his family.  Provide for them beyond their wildest dreams.  Visit them.  Protect your people from evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have it easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-3884561087049701562?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/3884561087049701562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/3884561087049701562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-have-it-easy.html' title='You Have It Easy'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-3683790411424257083</id><published>2007-10-07T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T21:37:03.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>put me in Coach</title><content type='html'>Things can change in a moment.  Love your wife.  Love your kids.  Love God.  Love family.  Love the people around you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are hurting all around you.  I don't get paid to reach people...I get paid to help people reach people.  But as a believer I have been commissioned to reach people no matter what I get paid to do.  I have a list.  A list that I have told the Lord no matter what he uses me to do in church, no matter how big the biggest group I ever preach to is, that if I can be used to reach these people, to help them, to minister to them, to love on them, to answer them, to direct them, to show them, to remind them, to clean up after them, to hang with them, to pursue them...if I can be used to reach these people, no matter what else happens in my life in ministry, I would see me life as an overwhelming success.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time.  I have been sowing for years in two out of three of these.  It may be time to check the soil.  My burden has increased.  My heart has increased.  My thoughts are increasing.  I want a shot.  Not sure what to do but I want a shot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is how different this is from how I was in college.  I wanted the shot cause I wanted the credit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have such a burden for this person that I would do almost anything to see it happen.  Don't care who gets the credit I just want to do what I can.  I want to be used.  I want to do my part and beg God to do his.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need God to move.  I need Him to do what only he can do.  I need a miracle.  Please Lord.  Please.  Do what you have to but protect.  Allow it but assign help.  Change everything.  Take the pain.  Take the junk.  Take the excuses.  Reveal the love.  Reveal the help.  Reveal the blessings.  Rebuke the thief.  Guard against the one who seeks to kill.  Do not allow destruction.  I know you're up to something.  I know it.  It is no coincidence.  Use Holly and I.  We love them.  We care for them.  Not nearly as much as you do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach me something I can't learn from anyone else.  Teach me something I couldn't get in college.  Show me what I can do.  Point me in the right direction.  Don't let Holly and I get in the way.  Do what you do best.  Put me in Coach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-3683790411424257083?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/3683790411424257083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/3683790411424257083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/10/put-me-in-coach.html' title='put me in Coach'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-1347873661353191504</id><published>2007-10-07T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T16:15:42.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woulda, Shoulda, Coulda</title><content type='html'>I should have gone to Catalyst.  This is the last year I don't go.  Even if I pay my own way, I won't miss next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-1347873661353191504?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/1347873661353191504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/1347873661353191504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/10/woulda-shoulda-coulda.html' title='Woulda, Shoulda, Coulda'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-6116844406284470455</id><published>2007-10-06T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T21:18:30.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love My Spot</title><content type='html'>I'm so grateful for the gift of being the head of my home.  I love sitting in this seat.  I picked up a dvd system for Holly's new car and you would have thought I bought a movie theatre the way the kids reacted.  It's so cool to be in the position that we are in.  We're rich.  We don't think that we are but we are.  We are afraid to admit it but we are rich.  We all are.  We always want to make more, have more, acquire more...but the fact remains that chances are you are rich.  I'll talk more about this as this is what my next series is about.  Don't take this the wrong way but you're rich.  Start acting like it.  Love every minute of it and steward it with all that is in you.  I can't wait to start this series.  Hold on to your hats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-6116844406284470455?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6116844406284470455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6116844406284470455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-my-spot.html' title='Love My Spot'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-4378734385962651161</id><published>2007-10-05T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T21:32:22.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's an Honor</title><content type='html'>I've spent the day with my kids today.  We got an early start as Holly had a doctor's appointment at 8:30a.  I learned something worth noting for the rest of my life...my kids want to be just like me.  Rylie and Tyler spent all day trying to do everything I do.  I loved it.  I was working out and doing push-ups on the table and Tyler started doing it and wouldn't stop all day.  He thinks it's cool...he even grunts.  What an honor it is to have children that want to be like daddy.  I can only imagine how honored God feels when I try to be just like him.  Great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-4378734385962651161?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/4378734385962651161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/4378734385962651161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-honor.html' title='It&apos;s an Honor'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-7672018578530678824</id><published>2007-10-04T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T16:06:13.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Do It</title><content type='html'>How great does it feel to take good care of the Lord's temple?  Holly and I have been getting back into shape now that she knows that the "childbirthing" phase of life is behind us...okay it's really just behind her cause I would just show up for the birth and she did all the work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel much more energy during my day.  I sleep better.  I get more done.  I eat better.  It's all better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond that though the biggest thing I enjoy about being in great shape is that I feel a sense of pride in the care of His temple.  I take it very seriously.  I enjoy the feeling that comes with good stewardship...whether it is my money, my time, my relationships, my opportunities, or my body.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just me, my iPod, and a bottle of green tea.  Holla!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-7672018578530678824?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/7672018578530678824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/7672018578530678824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-do-it.html' title='Just Do It'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-2411378087521084452</id><published>2007-10-03T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T21:13:04.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Basics</title><content type='html'>Had a meeting with someone today that had one goal for our time...outintellect me.  He actually communicated that to me.  He had sent an email to Pastor Robert and was directed to me so when he realized he wasn't getting the senior pastor I guess he thought he was above meeting with me.  That's okay...it's not the first time and probably won't be the last.  He had a list of questions for me that ranged from soteriology to everything end times and several things in between.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say this.  When I was in college I thought that I was there to get theological training...and to an extent I was there for that...but I wasn't there to turn answers into ammunition.  I wasn't there to accumulate knowledge.  I was there to acquire wisdom.  What's the difference between knowledge and wisdom?  Knowledge is knowing something and wisdom is doing something with it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting today ended well.  But there were some things coming out of my mouth that hadn't in a while.  What if every time Rylie was in my presence she asked me deep questions?  Some questions that had nothing to do with our relationship.  Some questions that would not change one thing about her everyday life and how she lived it.  What if it was all she would talk about?  It would hurt my relationship with her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the same is true of God.  I'll never have all the answers.  Neither will you.  The moment you have all the answers will be the moment you never have need for faith again.  Don't see that happening.  So put relationship first not knowledge.  Who really cares how much I know if I never do anything with it?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grateful for my meeting today.  It was a great reminder.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.- I'm back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-2411378087521084452?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/2411378087521084452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/2411378087521084452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/10/back-to-basics.html' title='Back to the Basics'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-4461511414569028483</id><published>2007-10-03T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T11:17:40.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel Good Moment of the Day</title><content type='html'>I love feeling like I am doing what I was created to do.  I feel like I'm hitting my stride again.  I've had about a 7 week period of I don't know what but I feel like as I move back into my upcoming series that I am hitting my stride.  I'm passionate again.  I can't wait to start the next series.  There's nothing like having a burden to give away.  I can't preach any other way.  I am excited about what is on my plate right now.  Let's get it on.  Some of the ideas we are having for the next 4 series are pretty creative.  It is cool watching this stuff unfold.  Just glad to be here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-4461511414569028483?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/4461511414569028483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/4461511414569028483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/10/feel-good-moment-of-day.html' title='Feel Good Moment of the Day'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-729382815421882417</id><published>2007-10-01T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T22:39:19.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit Me Up</title><content type='html'>The cowboys are rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are drinking the Romo koolaid right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deer lease was great this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No big deer and no new ones to put on the wall.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought Holly a Suburban this weekend...may be the first good decision I've made on a car ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stock market had a great day today...been a great year there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokia bought Navtek and it sent my Garmin reeling 10%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay for my Garmin...I'm still up 146%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston Samuel is getting so big.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly is inspiring me to get back into great shape.  I love how serious she is about fitness right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about this...me starting a series next March called Last Words...and we bring in Pastor Robert and some others and they preach the message as if it were the last of their life.  This has serious potential.  Have some good ideas on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already planning my 30th birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-729382815421882417?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/729382815421882417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/729382815421882417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/10/hit-me-up.html' title='Hit Me Up'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-6103908137992873968</id><published>2007-09-27T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T23:28:45.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Informed</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking a lot about our elected officials lately.  Don't be ignorant to the issues or the candidates.  God uses our elected officials to lead our cities, our states, our country...but he uses us to elect them.  Know what's going on around you.  I personally don't care who you vote for...just hear the Lord as you do your research.  Would you marry somebody you knew nothing about?  Then don't vote for someone you know nothing about.  Get informed.  Vote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-6103908137992873968?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6103908137992873968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6103908137992873968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/09/get-informed.html' title='Get Informed'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-1340920314211231998</id><published>2007-09-26T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T10:46:26.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#100</title><content type='html'>We made it to post #100.  It took less than three months to get here.  Hope you find this in some way beneficial or entertaining for your everyday life.  If nothing else hopefully listening to my sometimes moronic rants helps you to feel better about your situation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the stats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1755 page views&lt;br /&gt;967 visits&lt;br /&gt;161 people&lt;br /&gt;22 states&lt;br /&gt;16 countries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 100th Off Topic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-1340920314211231998?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/1340920314211231998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/1340920314211231998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/09/100.html' title='#100'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-4614994564882300127</id><published>2007-09-25T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T14:25:47.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Value of Peace</title><content type='html'>How much is peace worth to you?  How much value do you place on it?  Do you even know what real peace is?  When was the last time you experienced true peace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All great questions that I have been facing over the past few weeks.  There's been a lot rumbling around in me since my trip to Colorado Springs...but really for the past 6 or 7 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been sleeping well.  I haven't been eating well.  I'm clinching my teeth at night.  It's just been a stressful half year.  When I was in Colorado I had some time just to be alone, not really even with the Lord, just alone.  It was good.  It was healthy.  But when I got back home I started to realize how ridiculous my stress was to the Lord and to me.  There's no reason for it.  Absolutely no reason for it.  It is all, completely, 100% self-imposed.  This is where I am an idiot.  I beat myself up.  I expect entirely too much too soon.  It's very unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started looking at all of God's blessings that surround me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for my relationship with the Lord.  I feel like we've come a long ways in the past two years.  I hope it only continues on this path for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words cannot express the depth of love I feel for my wife.  It gets harder and harder to describe how I feel about her every year.  She is the greatest gift the Lord has ever allowed me to enjoy.  She inspires me.  She protects me.  She encourages me more than any person in my life.  She is the most incredible mother.  I am blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children.  10 years ago I never could have imagined that this is what my life would look like.  Each of my children is responsible for taking me to a new level with the Lord, as a man, as a father, as a husband.  They truly enrich my everyday life.  They are the best responsibility I have ever been given.  I am overwhelmed with love and pride for Rylie, Tyler and Preston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our jobs.  Holly has been with Pat for over ten years now and I have been with Gateway for over 7.  Holly and I say all of the time that we never imagined this is what life would look like at 40, let alone 30.  We are blessed beyond finances.  I have front row seat to one of the fastest growing churches/church staffs in the country.  I have favor with those above me.  I have an opportunity to learn at an accelerated pace by watching Pastor Robert do what would take me 10 times as long to learn on my own.  God has me in a great place.  Holly has a job where she can work at a sustainable pace while she takes care of our kids all day.  I am amazed that she continues to keep on keeping on.  She has unbelievable favor with her boss...UNBELIEVABLE.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends.  We are surrounded by people that we love and who love us.  They carry a burden for us.  They walk with us.  They grow with us.  Life would not be the same without those that we love whom we call friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed.  I will celebrate not sulk.  I will give thanks not gripes.  I will seek peace not stress.  I choose to look at my life and all that comes with it and rest in the fact that God's hand is on my life and that he has it all figured out.  I will follow His plan and not make my own. I will obey and not rebel.  I am at peace...for the first time in quite some time...and it feels great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-4614994564882300127?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/4614994564882300127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/4614994564882300127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/09/value-of-peace.html' title='The Value of Peace'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-7893197116605624314</id><published>2007-09-24T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T23:35:22.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In It's Time</title><content type='html'>When you're tired, it's time to rest.&lt;br /&gt;When you're full of energy, it's time to move quickly.&lt;br /&gt;When your kids miss you, it's time to stay home.&lt;br /&gt;When you're confident, it's time to test yourself.&lt;br /&gt;When you're afraid, it's time to trust the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;When you're lethargic, it's time to eat.&lt;br /&gt;When you know the answer, it's time to be quiet.&lt;br /&gt;When you're in a bad mood, it's time to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;When you win, it's time to let your game do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;When you're Dennis Franchione, it's time to fire yourself.&lt;br /&gt;When your wife says she likes something, it's time to surprise her.&lt;br /&gt;When you can afford it, it's time to pray about it.&lt;br /&gt;When you want to run from it, it's time to face up to it.&lt;br /&gt;When you're not good at it, it's time to practice it.&lt;br /&gt;When you mess it up, it's time to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;When you're an Aggie fan, it's time to find a new team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-7893197116605624314?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/7893197116605624314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/7893197116605624314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-its-time.html' title='In It&apos;s Time'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-5494183982817069496</id><published>2007-09-23T00:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T01:18:37.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You're My Daddy</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about people who get saved but spend years saying that their not sure if they are really saved.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one of my kids woke up every morning of their life and asked me if I was their daddy, how would I feel?  What would my response be?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be hurt after awhile.  But I would do everything I could to prove they were mine.  But this would not happen.  Why?  Because my children have accepted the fact that they are mine.  They don't look to disprove it.  They accept it.  Why?  Because I'm their daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish people would not allow the enemy to confuse them into thinking they never got saved.  It's not as hard as we make it and that's part of the problem...people think that if it's not difficult that it didn't work.  Nope.  Grace is free.  Can't even be afforded.  Don't try, just receive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-5494183982817069496?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/5494183982817069496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/5494183982817069496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/09/youre-my-daddy.html' title='You&apos;re My Daddy'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-3906781553612410670</id><published>2007-09-21T18:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T18:59:52.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Even Quicker Hits</title><content type='html'>If you never had any questions, God couldn’t give the answers.&lt;br /&gt;If there was never any distress, there could be no deliverance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-3906781553612410670?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/3906781553612410670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/3906781553612410670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/09/even-quicker-hits.html' title='Even Quicker Hits'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-1726708193680897301</id><published>2007-09-21T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T18:55:26.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Hits</title><content type='html'>In the mood for a few quick hits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still the unchallenged ultimate man.  (Read earlier posts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough week for the Aggies this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire Fran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golf is not a priority right now.  That happened fast.  I just don't care that much right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly and I are playing golf on Sunday.  She loves the country club vibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran 3/4 of a mile in at a 6 min/mile pace.  Ran 2 1/2 miles in 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knees aren't hurting.  Very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took Rylie and Tyler to the jumphouse today.  Tyler wasn't to keen on it.  Rylie...all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two favorite football teams play this week...Da Bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three numbers, two words, one man...156, opening weekend, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly is officially a runner.  New shoes, new iPod, Nike+ kit.  She's run 7 times in 5 days.  Run Forest Run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-1726708193680897301?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/1726708193680897301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/1726708193680897301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/09/quick-hits.html' title='Quick Hits'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-1969996531370754315</id><published>2007-09-20T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T11:15:53.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tension</title><content type='html'>I love the word tension.  Not in the sense that you might first be thinking.  Not in the sense of being nervous or feeling awkward.  When I think about tension I think about healthy balance.  Here are a few healthy tensions I think about most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying my money and stewarding my money.&lt;br /&gt;Be passionate about my job and being passionate about going home.&lt;br /&gt;Loving food and loving fitness.&lt;br /&gt;Pleasing people and honoring God.&lt;br /&gt;Getting somewhere fast and abiding by the law.&lt;br /&gt;Loving to watch deer in the wild and loving to eat deer jerky.&lt;br /&gt;Loving life and losing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many healthy tensions in life.  Tension is everywhere.  Balance is not always a strength of mine but the Lord is helping me get there.  Typically I am an "all or nothing" kind of guy which can lead to the unhealthy tightrope of imbalance.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally unrelated note, is it bad that when I look at the word tension on my computer screen that it looks like the word venison?  We must be a week away from deer season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-1969996531370754315?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/1969996531370754315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/1969996531370754315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/09/tension.html' title='Tension'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-6202621270851931257</id><published>2007-09-19T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T13:40:44.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Realization</title><content type='html'>On most days at some point throughout my day I have some type of "epiphany" moment about some area of my life.  Some days the revelation is greater than others and some days it's just a subtle little hint.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, there was a pretty strong revelation about myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too hard on myself.  I always have been.  It is a problem that needs to be corrected.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it helps when someone around me points it out.  Why?  Because if they didn't I would just keep doing it.  I have done it for so long that it just seems natural.  It almost seems unfaithful to not do it.  What a mess.  What disillusionment.  What an idiot.  There I go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for the people around/above me that are invested in my life that help me steer this ship called my life.  This puppy would crash without the help.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the two words for me today..."Lighten up".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah the liberation.  I can feel it already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-6202621270851931257?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6202621270851931257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6202621270851931257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/09/todays-realization.html' title='Today&apos;s Realization'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-1704753175730784486</id><published>2007-09-18T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T16:02:17.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Spot Pondering</title><content type='html'>There is definitely something to be said about being in the sweet spot.  Don't know what the sweet spot means...here you go.  Sweet spot is  a golf term that talks about a spot on the golf club where if you hit it right flush in that spot the ball will travel further with less effort.  The ball just flies off the clubface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life I think this principle applies just as much.  I do believe there is a spot where if we live right in that spot we will go further, do more, while it costs us less and uses less energy.  It is possible.  But where is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no uniform sweet spot for all of us.  We each have a different sweet spot.  I want to live there.  I want to dwell there.  I want to never get far from there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great thing about the newest and latest drivers is with every new round of them the sweet spot gets bigger and bigger.  In the same way the longer we walk intimately with the Lord the greater the size of the sweet spot for our lives.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With God the sweet spot is less about trying and more about showing up.  So show up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-1704753175730784486?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/1704753175730784486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/1704753175730784486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/09/sweet-spot-pondering.html' title='Sweet Spot Pondering'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-3044418602911946060</id><published>2007-09-18T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T10:06:04.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecclesiastes 7:13</title><content type='html'>Read a good scripture this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecclesiastes 7:13&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Notice&lt;/span&gt; the way God does things; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; fall into line.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Don't fight&lt;/span&gt; the ways of God, for who can make straight what he has made &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;crooked&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great verse.  Here's what stands out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice:  I have to be attentive to God's way.  I need to be watching not just participating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then:  I can't get so caught up in trying to learn his ways that I make that my excuse for not standing in line.  Submission, submission, submission.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fight:  no point.  Why try?  It only wastes my energy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crooked:  Interesting concept.  Does God make things crooked?  Does He do it for a reason?  Is there something He is getting at that requires a less than straight way to get there?  Of course.  Straight lines don't produce the same type of fruit that curvy lines do.  Don't fight it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-3044418602911946060?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/3044418602911946060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/3044418602911946060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/09/ecclesiastes-713.html' title='Ecclesiastes 7:13'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-6398118650620252258</id><published>2007-09-18T01:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T01:24:35.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Private Education</title><content type='html'>I don't know if you have any reason to be researching the cost of a private education for a kindergartner but since I have I will enlighten you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average cost of private schools in the dfw area for Rylie to attend kindergarten is about $6,000 for one year.  That's half of what I paid for one year of college.  Does that seem crazy or is it just me?  I don't know.  Maybe it is well worth it.  I am still navigating these waters but with many questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I want my kids to be in christian school for their formative learning years up to jr. high?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I want my kids to be in public school k-5 where it may be safer than jr. and sr. high and then put them in christian school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows.  I'm not sure yet.  But I have to begin checking what all is out there for Rylie and the boys.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just have to keep praying about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-6398118650620252258?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6398118650620252258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/6398118650620252258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/09/private-education.html' title='Private Education'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-7036798885372757604</id><published>2007-09-17T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T12:59:48.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Have No Idea</title><content type='html'>I have a new theory.  If you are the loudest one in the room, the one who is the first to start talking about something, the one who butts in when someone else is talking, the one who says "I know" all of the time, you most likely know the least about what is going on.  If you are the most quiet, the least opinionated, you just may be the one in the room who knows the most about what is going on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you feel the need to blurt out how much you know or that you were the first to know, remember you are proving your ignorance.  Keep it to yourself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself this...who do you trust more: a blurter of information or a keeper of information?  Ask yourself this...who would you rather be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the Lord to be able to trust me with the business of his kingdom.  I am learning to be quiet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-7036798885372757604?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/7036798885372757604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/7036798885372757604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-have-no-idea.html' title='You Have No Idea'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-8308643220435092971</id><published>2007-09-16T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T21:45:27.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Job on Earth</title><content type='html'>This has been a great weekend with my kids.  There have been lots of monents over the last few days where I was overwhelmed with what an awesome responsibility being a father is.  We ended the weekend with the building of a sweet gingerbread house.  Let's just say that it looked more like the Griswald Family Christmas Tree...thata girl Rylie...25,000 inported Italian white twinkling lights.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening weekend is t minus 13 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly and I are watching Anchorman right now.  I usually enjoy stupid movies but this one has to be one of the dumbest of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy team got killed this weekend.  That's what happens when I rely on someone else to play the games instead of doing it myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay classy America.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-8308643220435092971?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/8308643220435092971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/8308643220435092971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/09/greatest-job-on-earth.html' title='The Greatest Job on Earth'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146548850073996752.post-8626299528211143028</id><published>2007-09-15T23:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T23:12:17.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rylie and The Lease</title><content type='html'>Took Rylie to the deer lease this weekend.  It was an incredible weekend together.  We shot a rabbit and she held the thing without hesitation.  I spent most of the weekend riding around the highrack with her thinking how I have dreamt of taking my kids to the lease with me.  It truly was a dream weekend with her.  Two weeks till opening weekend.  Monster buck here I come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1146548850073996752-8626299528211143028?l=prestonmorrison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/8626299528211143028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1146548850073996752/posts/default/8626299528211143028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestonmorrison.blogspot.com/2007/09/rylie-and-lease.html' title='Rylie and The Lease'/><author><name>Preston Morrison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05870191367027703537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGTD5XNOUes/SX4z3qmuSHI/AAAAAAAADfs/wJkBMhoNvL4/S220/IMG_0194.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
