So, I have been a father for over 30 years.  If you have been a father (or mother probably more importantly because mothers carry all children even longer than us guys and bear pain we can’t even imagine) you know what this parenting means, especially that of a teenager….16 year old..and a daughter….I have 3 of them (daughters) and one son.  All but one are over 16.   It is first an honor.  I cherish being a dad.  There are few relationships as precious as that of a parent.  I am proud to be a parent of all my children but…this does not change the difficulty of being a parent…..of a young child… I once was…..and am in many respects …. still am….a young child…Immature….me…and my children….still growing up….together.

As my wife and I dealt with just normal issues of being a parent with one of our children…I just began to think about me….the selfish part of me….that part that is so self centered…..yes, I thought of me as a child and not a parent…..that part of me that wants to take and not to give, … that part of me that wants it all my way and not any other way…..I began to see what it all meant.  If I am honest with myself…there are times that I don’t want to go to work, to get out of bed, to answer any emails, to talk on the phone… not want to have to speak to anyone….I want it my way, in my time, like I want it…..and many times….alone.

God is in charge of our lives, whether we want it or not.  God loves us so supremely that he gave a part of himself so that we could have life forever with him….  

Then I came back to my responsibility.  A parent.  But in love, my wife and I shared with our child what we know God had for her.  

Just like with me….it is up to me…whether I accept or reject God’s plan for my life.  So it is with all of my children.  Accept or reject what God has for us…for me, for my children, and for you.  

God is awesome in my family.  



I live with 3 girls and one boy.  A mom (my wife), two daughters and a little 4 year old boy.  Me and my son are outnumbered.

There is more hair flying around my house that you can imagine.  It seems like the hair is in the shower, the tub, the sink, the floor, little hair balls seem to be all around.  There are blow dryers, hair straighteners, curlers, colors, sprays galore.  And the number and types of shampoo bottles in the various places are, well mind boggling.  There must be something about hair.  I was in the bathroom……well, you know……had a long time to ponder things and forgot the newspaper and was looking at one of the hair brushes.  It also was full of hair.  As I was,…well pondering this, I saw my wife’s hair, my 14 and 11 year old’s hair.  All together. 

Jesus was telling a story about his disciples going out to heal the sick, raise the dead, cast out demons.  Jesus told them that not even a sparrow would fall to the ground without it being the will of the Father.  Jesus then said, “And even the very hairs of your head are numbered, so don’t be afraid…” Matthew 10:30.   I guess that God has been busy around my  house numbering all those pieces of hair.  

I want you to know today, during the coming year, that God has numbered the hairs on  your head.  He knows you that intimately.  He cares for you that intimately.  No matter what you might face, or like the disciples that he was talking to at that moment, they knew they would face opposition and persecution.  God is with you.  He loves you.  He has been at my house lately, counting and numbering all the hair….He is headed to your house.  Remember he knows the hairs on your head.

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