Father2HisChild

Saturday, August 4, 2018

Whole Chicken Dinner Dream

Ever since I held my niece for the first time when I was about 12 years old I knew I wanted to be a dad. There was just something about babies and kids that I loved. My niece grew up in our home and I loved being her uncle and babysitter. I always dreamed about having a large family of my own, like 10 kids. That's why when I met my now wife and told her I wanted 10 kids and she didn't run from me, I knew she was a keeper. We didn't have ten, we had three... so far. I haven't been the picture perfect dad, that's for sure, but I haven't been the worst dad either. But I want to be a better dad. So let me tell you about the Whole Chicken Dream I just had...

A Father's Sacrifice

Sometimes fathers have to make tough sacrifices, sometimes those sacrifices have lasting impacts upon their children and all those their children encounter during life.

I can't even imagine what having to give up one of my children would do to me. I don't know that I am strong enough of a father to make the right choice when the right choice means losing the one you love.

But what about when you are the sacrifice? What about when you, as the father, are giving up everything so that your child can have life? There has to be some kind of supernatural powers at work when it comes to the love a father has for his children, because without it I'm not sure I could be a father.

Let me share a story with you that God taught me through my 5 year old son and Superman...

Big Bugs!

One of my ultimate favorite movies growing up was "Honey, I Shrunk the Kids". What a great idea! Dad builds machine, machine shrinks kids, world gets a bit bigger real quick.

We live out our faith as if Rick Moranis has shrunk us to the size of ghost ants and our big problems, pre-shrink, just got 1000x bigger!

Are you tired of feeling shrunk in the face of growing problems? Well, my daughter was used today to teach me a little lesson on how big our problems really are. Want some perspective? ...

Defeating the Disease

It has been a while since I have written on this site. The busy life of a father of three can attribute to that. Maybe even my staleness of being a father. For the last couple months it has felt as if I have been treading water. Ever feel like that? Well this last week has really put things into perspective for me.

Imagine one day you are told that you can't go home... not even to say good bye. You are told that going home could cause the death of one of your children. Think about that for a minute. What is going through your mind? Maybe your one that says... easy... anything for my children. Maybe your one who is broken and can't take the news. Wherever you fall, the response I imagine would not be one that comes lightly for any loving and caring parent. Well that's what happened to me this last week. The story is a bit shocking for me to tell, but even more shocking is what God revealed to me today in service. Will you join me as I share my struggle with you?

Growing Hurts

It has become a nightly thing that my 3 year old son wakes up around midnight and wants to sleep on the couch. The Couch? He has a nice comfy bed, but for some reason prefers the couch late at night. Lately he has walked into my room and asked if I would come out into the living room with him and sleep in the chair next to the couch. I have to say, it is not such an enticing idea leaving my California King to sleep in the recliner! But hey... I didn't have a dad who did such things, so I mosey on over to the chair and make the best of it.

At first, my son would fall asleep quickly and I could return to the comforts of my bed. But before long he learned to "sleep with one eye open"! As I got up to sneak off he would catch me and I would be back in the chair. Alas, I gave up and learned to get comfortable as I can so that my son would sleep well. Yet, one night about 2 am, while on the couch he wakes up screaming and crying! "Daddy! Daddy! It hurts! Daddy it hurts..."

Adam, Where Are You???

Disobedience can be such a tricky character! It's funny how we will go to great lengths to hide and cover up the things we do wrong. Life would be a lot less stressful if we applied the same amount of tenacity to transparency. I guess the old saying holds it's weight...

"You Are Only As Sick As Your Secrets"

So, I guess we have to ask ourselves how sick are we?