Resting in the Father's Robes

In all of life's uncertainty, where do we find our comfort? Our peace? Our safety? If we fearlessly look deep with in ourselves, we may be surprised at all the fallible idols we have in life.

We try desperately to work for our comforts, peace and safety. A lifetime of plans and pressures go into making sure, one day, our lives will be in such a place. Some call it the "good life". Others call it the "made life". Even more call it retirement! But what does God call it?

Are you tired of coming up short in the areas of comfort, peace, and safety? Do you see those living the "good life", the "made life" and the "retirement life" still trying to fill a desperate void? Do your plans seem frail and fractured?

So where do we go from here?

His Garment

Security? Protection? Comfort? Healing? That one thing as a child you couldn't do without. Was it a blanket? A teddy bear? Your favorite Transformer?

From an early age, in a world of chaos, uncertainty, and fear we reach out trying to find what fills the void. Whether it's being afraid of the dark, monsters under the bed, or night terrors; if we are without our precious relic our world becomes bleak.

Is our world that much different as adults? What have you grabbed a hold of looking for security, protection and comfort?

Lynch Father Legacy

Gail & George Lynch III with Children Stephanie & George IV

A happy family of the 1980s. A businessman, Yacht Club Commodore, and proud father. George Alfred Lynch III, my Dad.

Carrying on the family name-sake, my father named me George Alfred Lynch IV. I was also the first grandson for both sides of grandparents. My future was planned way before I was even born.

Father's Day 2012, 30 years after this photo was taken. That cute little bundle of smiles in his daddy's arms... me! Now a father of two and continuing the name-sake with my son, George Alfred Lynch V.

Out of everything a father has to give to his child, his legacy is the only thing that lasts.

Hanging Onto Hurt

"Hurt, Hurt!", our son says pointing to his teeth. So sad are his cries that mommy and daddy give him medicine. As this becomes a reoccurring event we begin to wonder " As bed time is approaching do the bag of tricks come out?"

A trip to the dentist reveals the truth. It's time to face the pain, but there is one problem. Is the pain actual or is George holding onto his hurt out of habit and routine?  

The Doctor's results are in...

Sometimes We Just Need To Be Held

Have you ever had one of "those days"? No matter how hard you try, what tricks you do, or what tantrums are thrown there seems to be no comfort. Those days full of whining, pity and foot stomping. Deep inside there is a yearning for something, we just can't put our finger on it.

I came home last night to find my little guy at his door (gated) crying. I asked my wife what was wrong. It was just one of those days. George isn't always the best at telling us what is wrong with him. If he can't explain it he gets even more frustrated and cranky. As I walked in, came the cries from his doorway...

Daddy, Daddy, Up, UUUUUP 

Little did he know that Daddy needed to be held....

One Unto Another

Love One Unto Another

One of those adorable moments caught on camera. A picture that grandma's gawk at and friends awe over. For us, it's that one moment of eatable cuteness between all of the snatching, pushing, swatting, yelling and down right self-centeredness that comes along with brotherly/sisterly love.

Single moments of genuine love for another amid lives of self orientation. Sadly, that statement is true of a lot of God's children today. Too many of us are spiritually stuck at the maturity level of a two year old. Moments of love in the middle of chaos or moments of chaos in the midst of love? Which are you experiencing?

"YOLO Like a Boss"

Out of the gate. Off and running! Like a winner. Like a champ. Like a BOSS! No fear in those eyes, only the excitement of life. Lilly has gotten the two step down and is now interested in the tango of transportation. With that look of adventure she gets in her eyes as she races across the house, you can almost here her saying "You Only Live Once". (Y.O.L.O)

If you are anything like I am, you are the last to pick up on new internet chatter and slang words. The latest has been "YOLO" and "Like a Boss". By the time I get done writing this article they will likely be old news. These are the mantras of today's youth culture. "You Only Live Once" so do it like a pro or "Like a Boss". Sounds appealing with some serious truth to it. The more I watched my daughter "get her footing" learning to walk, the more I realized she isn't wasting any time learning to live and living to learn.

"Daddy Do It"

"Daddy Do It"

Our Son George, "Little Mr. Independent" is going through a stage where daddy has to do everything for him. Change diapers, "Daddy do it". Read stories, "Daddy do it". Give him a bath, "Daddy do it". Clean up his toys, "Daddy do it"!

Though I admired my son's tenacity for independence, his new found glory of "Daddy do it" reaches to the depths of my heart (and the ends of my strength!). Moments come and moments go for the need of dependence upon our parents. For some of us, those dependent years last too long and for others not long enough.

Learning to Communicate

Lilly talking on her toy phone

From the words "Let there be light" that spoke our world into order to the first words of our young children, communication has been at the center of our existence. Just about anywhere we look today communication is taking place between people. Yes, we have evolved our abilities, or has our evolution become our disability?

Just the other day Lilly picked up a toy phone and put it to her ear for the first time. We never instructed her to or showed her how... or did we? Attached at our hips and to our ears are our cell phones. All Lilly had to do is watch long enough and she got the idea. She was ready to pick up the phone and say "I just called to say I love you", from the bottom of her heart of course!