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How I Lost 20lbs in 2 Months

Earlier this year I got focused and lost 20lbs and have kept it off! Since a lot of people have asked me about it, I will show you what I did to become more disciplined in this area.

It really is about discipline, isn’t it?

I took a 3 pronged approach to losing weight by changing my [Read more…]

I Need Your Help

My birthday is next week and I’m asking you to help me celebrate it.

According to stats that I recently heard, those diagnosed with HIV/AIDS in Kenya only have a 2 to 5 year life expectancy. Yet, with the right education, resources and empowerment, these same people can live an additional 25 years, sometimes longer.

Many don’t.

The problem is that most patients do not know how to help themselves. They are shunned by their neighbors and community. They do not know how to take advantage of the resources available to them. Many of them just give up.

This doesn’t just affect them. It affects their whole families.

This is a problem.

Last week I saw first hand the work CARE for AIDS is doing in Kenya. In a nutshell, they offer a 9 month program that helps give hope, aid, and spiritual help to those living with HIV/Aids. I met dozens of their past and current clients and can attest that their lives have been forever changed: spiritually, economically and socially.

For my birthday I am asking you to help rewrite the lives and the eternity of those infected. I am asking you to give a one-time donation of $20 to Care For Aids. My goal is that together we can sponsor 3 Kenyans in the program. Here’s how you can do it:

Please attach a note that says, “Bobby’s Birthday” so that we can track how much is given.

Together, we can make a difference.

Thanks!

Bobby

Read more about the work of CARE for AIDS here.

The Measure of a Tree (A Tribute to my Dad)

Today marks the four year anniversary of my dad’s passing. As I’ve been thinking about him, I decided to repost the following. I wrote it some time back but it was lost when we transitioned the site. He is greatly missed. – Bobby

On the day of his fun

eral all of our family and extended family gathered at my parent’s ranch-style house, surrounded by 27 oak trees. They lived on a dead-end street, so all was usually calm and peaceful. While we were getting ready to leave for the funeral, one of the giant trees fell to the ground and blocked a

ccess on our road, making it impossible for us to leave our driveway. Seeing that enormous tree across the road served as a powerful, visual reminder of the life and legacy of my dad.

I’ve heard it said that a tree – and a man’s life – is best measured when it is down. If that is true, I am still measuring the depth and the breadth of my dad’s life. Hardly a day goes by that I do not think about some lesson or characteristic that I learned from him. My dad was 6’3” and cast a shadow larger than life on all the people around him.

My dad knew the value of generosity. It seems like he was always giving away an old car, furniture or money.

My dad believed for the best in people. Time after time my dad would give an Army Recruiter-style speech, telling young waiters or cashiers the value of joining the military and how it could aid them in getting through school and bettering their lives. He was also quick to give people 2nd, 3rd, or even 9th chances.

My dad enjoyed the simple things of life. I think his favorite gifts were the plain coffee cups you picked up for him while traveling.

My dad could fix almost anything electronic. He refused to throw away old parts or equipment. He always said that you never knew when you might need it for something else.

My dad was a great friend. Most of my dad’s friendships started when he was a kid and lasted for a lifetime. As I grew older, my dad and I became great friends.

My dad enjoyed laughing. He had a deep, belly laugh that was contagious.

My dad served others. He modeled what it looks like to take care of your wife and family. He didn’t think twice about sacrificing for others.

My dad was an encourager. He was supportive and helpful for those around him. He was fully supportive of my ministry and excited for how God was working.

My dad was a provider. He wanted to make sure that his family and their families were taken care of. He made sure that my mom would be taken care of if something did happen.

I’m grateful for a great dad and am grateful for a great father-in-law. I am truly blessed.

Let’s change the world together!