Confession time: I want to be liked by people. There I said it. I admitted it. I like being liked.
Cleaning up from dinner, getting clothes out for the next day, and bathing each child is a whirlwind of exercise. (And that last one is about as easy as trying to wrangle a 30 pounds pig slathered in baby oil). Needless to say, by the time we get all the kids into a bedroom to wrap up the day...
Research tells us that we hear somewhere between 20,000 and 30,000 words every day. That is the equivalent to listening to Charles Dickens' "A Christmas Carol" or George Orwell's "Animal Farm" on audiobook.
It was one of those occasions where my son wanted to obey and I expected it. Why? Two reasons:
A moment in time where I felt on top of the world and at the same time uncertain what I was going to do. Being a dad has not only been one of the greatest joys of my life, but also one of the most difficult, character shaping realities.
It was Thursday evening. The kids had just gone to bed and I descended the stairs to assume the seated posture in my favorite reading chair. I sat down, grabbed my book, but before I could read the first word... Continue Reading →
Preacher on the Run... 