and then there was one

Men of Fuel

As I sit here on Tuesday morning, I am amazed at how quickly I can fall away from the positive things in my life, and replace them with nothing more than “activity” or even “What’s next” on my schedule”. In other words, I think it’s just easier not being intentional. Take Fuel for example. There has never been a time that I have left our meetings and thought “I wish I would have slept in” or “I wish I would have just gone to the office”. Yet, after taking off last week (one week), I had to remind myself that we were getting together tomorrow. How is it that something that is so important to so many aspects of my life, can sometimes get drowned out by the noise of my life? I am sure there are a number of answers or excuses that I could use but if I am being honest perhaps part of me (a bigger part than I would like to admit) views those other things as more important.

With that said, tomorrow is our final week of “The Greatest Story Ever (mis)Told”. I find it hard to believe that we are here at week 8. It seems just like yesterday that we were putting this thing together and here we are at the end. If you have not been able to join us yet, tomorrow would be the best time to join us, as we bring this thing to a close. It has been a blast being on this journey with you guys and am excited for what’s next

See you guys in the AM

D.R. Carlson