So, it's been a really long time since I wrote, but it's not because I haven't had a lot of thoughts. However, I am on vacation and it is wonderful. We took vacation for a week and enjoyed my wife's parents 50th anniversary celebration. we had a huge party and then the family (all 31 of us) went to a camp and spent 3 days together. It was awesome to spend time with all of my relatives on my wife's side. The godly heritage is incredible. It is truly amazing what a missional life (or 2 that is) can produce. I am a byproduct of that heritage and very proud of it. They are my in-loves not simply in-laws.
My girls are the next thing to address. I love vacation with my wife. It's mazing how relaxed she gets when we have spent time catching up with her family. (emot, phys, spir....) Now, we can be one with eachother without feeling like sponges. We are filled up and giving to one another. It's great! I truly love my wife allways and always! As for my daughters (my other girls) the are incredible as well. No man could be as blessed as I am. They love to have fun and yet get serious about the "right" things. They may fuss and fight, but they love each other and us and it is very apparent. I have had a blast with them each in their own way. Thank you God for all of my girls!
Now, for the shells. I have been looking for shells to fill a jar with when we get home. I usually collect rocks for significant moments in my life, but at the beach it seems appropriate to gather shells. So, I began looking for small ones. My fam has kept the lookout for cool ones and bring them to me when found. My youngest Ash brings me anything cool. She quickly understood that I am selective about only unbroken shells and when she finds cool broken she just shows me the shell and pitches it saying "if only we could find the whole thing". However, today I realized that she loves things even when they are broken. What a cool trait in someone, that they could actually love someone/something even when it is broken. I began taking them from her no matter the shape today. A dad can learn alot about acceptance from a little girl. Thanks Ash!
The last but not least thought about shells is one that I had with my oldest Amee. As we walked the beach, I came across a piece of a shell that had been polished to smooth on very side. It had apparently been a part of a much larger shell at lone time and the sand and surf had polidhed (refined if you will) it until it became even more beautiful than at first. When I began to reflect on the learning (or moment) that I was having, Amee said "yeah, uh, huh". I then mocked her and and said "yeah, uh-huh" and reflected that I was just too old and dumb. She then said "Dad, I get it." and I know she did. 14 maybe a new age, but it's cool when she tells me she's listening and I still matter even when it doesn;t seem like it. I sure love her and and very proud of the young lady she's becoming.
Thanks Jesus for vacation with my family!
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The best moments in my life, have been due to the fact that I was blessed with two baby boys. My oldest is some kind of old, wise, soul who constantly reminds me that I am not perfect, that I am in fact, a broken up old shell, slowing being polished over time with God's help. Scary...I thought I was supposed to be my son's teacher, instead, he has taught me. God has so many great gifts, and He was kind enough to give two small ones to me.
In response to your question on my blog,We are good, and crazy busy, as usual!
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