I can't tell you how thrilled I am to be a dad. When I came home last night from our Adult Basketball League games, I went in to look at each of them sound asleep in their beds. With out fail, every time I look at them asleep in their bed, I feel that same deep love for them as I did the day I first held them in my arms. Precious is the only word I can use to describe them. I can't think of any thing else I would rather do than to hold them and spend time loving them with all my being. I also tell myself that I need to see them everyday in that same light and with that same mindset. That child who becomes a little monster sometimes is still that same PRECIOUS being I was watching sleep. Yet I tend to deal with her as if she was an entirely different person. But it's not. (I must include that this same point holds true with our spouse. That same picture of grace and beauty that stood beside you on your wedding day, should be loved and cherished the same way today.) And I must continually remind myself to strive for loving and raising them like I am commanded. And before I or anyone else tries to chalk failure up to "life" or being "realistic", I must point out that is not acceptable. For some of you, I hope this next example is all you need to read to get my point. Until I am up in Heaven, I will never be as perfect as Jesus but that in no way let’s me off the hook for trying. Does it?
(If you wish to read the continuation of this, part 2 is below)
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