"Son!" My dad's voice rang out from across the yard. I knew he was calling for me to come. As I trotted toward where he was a few thoughts ran through my mind. The first was, "oh no, what did I do?". The second was, "will I get in trouble?". Finally, I thought maybe he needs help with something. As I rounded the corner of the house I immediately knew what he wanted.
"Unexpected"! That was my wife's response when I asked her how the day had gone. And what was the cause of the unexpected, unaccomplished, interrupt riddled, stress-filled day?
Kids ask a lot of questions. A recent study states that "mothers are asked 228 questions a day". And that is just for one child. (My wife and I have 5 - sooo...) Parents get asked numerous questions a day.
There was not an event in my life I could remember where he was not present. So my fathers perceived absence from my game was troubling. It really was his presence I craved and desired, regardless of how close or far away he was. This was especially true for my sports games.
This is a foundational value we regularly come back to - our home should be a place of joy and enjoyment - even in winter months.
To be honest, I always knew I was going to give my kids Bibles. My wife and I have been intentional about talking about how we will help our kids develop a habit of Bible reading. But I never thought about how important the day we give them their own "real" Bible was a stewardship we were entrusting to them as well.
Preacher on the Run... 