My husband is a poet. My husband does not write poems. Let me explain.
"So the tragic poet, if his art is representation, is by nature at third remove from the throne of truth; and the same is true of all other representative artists...Suppose, then, a man could produce both the original and the copy. Do you think he would seriously want to devote himself to the manufacture of copies and make it the highest object in life?"
Jordan produces the original. Jordan lives poetically. Jordan's life this past year has been full of the highest of poetic themes: courage, bravery, persistance, hard work, imagination, risk taking, love, sacrifice, spirituality, adventure and family.
Once upon a time there was a man named Jordan who was SO big and SO strong.
One day he:
heard his wife was upset
saw that Oliver needed some attention
was asked to serve as Ward clerk without an assistant
had to qualify as a CA
saw that his flat needed some fixing up
felt it was important to keep up his exercise
knew that he had to bring home the bacon
felt that it was time to make an addition to the family
had to make a huge decision about whether or not to move back to Canada
had to make the decision about moving back to Canada happen
Well Jordan summed up all the courage and energy he could muster. He took a rope, tied up all the monsters of doubt, fatigue, worry, discouragement and he:
Helped his wife as much as he could, made her laugh, made her happy.
Scooped Oliver up after a long day at the office and wrestled with him on the bed. Everyday.
Accepted the call as ward clerk and gave up almost all of Sunday, every Sunday to go to his early morning meetings, attend church and then stay late to count tithing - without an assistant.
Boldly dove into an accounting career without an accounting background and QUALIFIED!!!
Laid flooring in both bedrooms and varnished the living room several times.
Biked to work at least twice a week, ran on week-ends and occasionally played evening soccer
Worked hard everyday
Welcomed little Ben into our family
Prayed and fasted about staying in the UK vs moving back, researched, researched, researched.
Secured a job with EY Edmonton
Then some sharks came, ate up all the monsters of doubt, fatigue, worry, discouragement of doubt, fatigue, worry, discouragement and went "ha, ha, ha".
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