I figured it was time for me to put my stamp on this snoop bloggy blog. I can’t help but be reminded of Winnie the Pooh’s “Blustery Day” as I look out the window this late April morn. The wind is so blusterous that the trees are bending sideways and the sky is brown (good ole west Texas). Thus our routine of daily bike w/ baby trailer rides, and family walks, has been interrupted. So, here I am. On to serious things.
Being a father…I never knew how important this job is. It is the most important job I will ever face. I’m reading a book called “Church + Home” by Mark Holmen, that touches on the importance of parents being the number one spiritual influence in their childrens’ lives. I 100% agree with this idea. If you are at all invested in your children’s spirituality, I would suggest picking this book up for about $16 on amazon (including shipping). Everyday my two sons look at me with desperation. Their need for love and attention is deeper than any desire I’ve seen. Even if I get on the phone for 10 minutes, I notice that within the first 5 minutes, my older son gets very jealous and starts acting out. Now, yes, this jealousy is not always good, because its very important for children to learn how to share their mommies and daddies. But for now, I am committed to giving these two boys 100% of my attention when I can. I am so blessed to be in a position where I can give them this attention. I know it won’t last forever, and they might not even want it once they get olde, but it’s my hope that because of the investment I’m putting into my kids now, then later on, when I call them to a higher standard, they will trust me enough to do it simply because I’ve always been there for them. Someday, when I am old and looking back at my life, if I never became “successful” in my career, or acheive my greatest career goal or dream, but I was a good father, then I will have lived a good life. There is no greater calling for a man than to be a father that is fully devoted to his children. God has lended these two amazing boys to me for an undisclosed amount of time. It is my hope that I never look back on my role in my children’s lives and say “man I wish I would have been there.” Sacrifice is a hard thing to do, but I will sacrifice nothing when it comes to the wellbeing of my children. Thats all I have to say for now. I’ll be back. Unless my kids don’t let me. Maranatha!