As a teenager, a friend of mine babysat for a family with four kids. Three of the children ate their peas without fussing, played in the yard without wandering, and brushed their teeth without arguing. But the fourth child? His favorite saying was, “You can’t tell me what to do!” One day, Ben had reached…
“You’re a Good, Good Father, it’s who You are, it’s who You are, it’s who You are… and I’m loved by you, it’s who I am, it’s who I am, it’s who I am.”
As a parent, my children view me as an expert on every subject. From their vantage point, I should be able to answer all of their questions. Thankfully, when they were younger, I knew at least enough to satisfy my kid’s curiosity—until Griffin finally stumped me with trucks, bulldozers, and “worker men.” I admitted my…
“Start a fire in my soul… Fan the flame and make it grow!”
Summertime is the season for family reunions. Great aunts pinch chubby baby cheeks. Cousins reminisce about Grandma’s famous chocolate pie. And inevitably, everyone compares each other’s physical features and personality traits to other family members. Any time my family gets together, I am amazed how much my son takes after his grandpa’s work ethic. They…
A classic hymn for this week. “Why should I gain from His reward? I cannot give an answer. But this I know with all my heart, His wounds have paid my ransom.”