My daughters love to draw me pictures. I have so many sheets of colorful paper it's sometimes a bit overwhelming. They have given me pictures of baby bunnies, horrifying monsters, and structures of which I still am not sure what they are.
While I'd love to tell you every evening is without hiccups, kids hanging on every word we talk about, and no fight in sight, the reality is not so. There are nights when all we can do is get the kids together and do a quick prayer.
There are so many liberties we have in America that are often overlooked. Freedoms that have yet to be experienced by many others around the world. Freedoms people for centuries never participated in. And that is a good thing, but if we are not careful apathy can creep in.
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...
The internet is a funny place. There are those who love it. There are those who hate it. But whichever you are, you must admit that it infiltrates every aspect of our lives.
Fear. Productivity practically demands you face various types of fears each and every day. It might be the fear of imperfection. There is that project you have avoided because you are afraid it won't turn out perfectly. The fear of incompetence is another. You delay writing that paper due to a lack of ignorance of the subject. But there is another fear I have found in my own heart that often ruins my productivity.
Preacher on the Run... 