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.  


So, I am in McDonald’s on Saturday morning with my buddy Ellis.  He has his kid, I have 2 of mine and my grandson.  Me and Ellis are having coffee and our kids, along with about a dozen more, are playing in the playland tubes in the play section.  A great Saturday morning!!

After about an hour, this 4 year old kid comes running out of the tubes crying to his mother (right behind me) and is one of those whiner kids.   You know the type…. So,  Me and Ellis’ group of kids come out and stand and watch the whiner kid.  It is obviously one of those playground hurt feeling moments……(I have been a dad now about 30 years) so I tell our group to apologize to the young boy even though I do not know the circumstances….just tell the  younger kid you are sorry….. but….the mom won’t have anything to do with that.  She lashes out at the kids for not “watching out for  her 4 year old” then lashes out at my 12 year old.  Then she focuses on me……

Begins to tell me that I am not much of a dad…..that I should not let my kids watch COPS because they are acting out on her son..(they were playing cops and robbers)…..she was like pointing the finger at me,…raised voice….you know the defensive mom thing….and all eyes are on me….

I tell her I am still working on being a dad….despite the fact I wanted to tell her to separate herself from the sausage, egg and cheese biscuit and hash browns….and pay attention to her immature son in a big playground with bigger kids……I just said I will work on it…..

My daughter later said….dad, a soft answer turns away wrath……I did not think of it at the time…..I just wanted to be a good person and example.

Mickie Dees…..lady jumped me on a Saturday…..whew.



My Friday Musings…There is nothing like a mother….and I have a good one. 

My mother, Wanda Mercer, would teach me and tell me the first part of Psalm 1:1.  It says this:  “Blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked or stand in the way of the sinners or sit in the seat of the mockers.”

She would tell me about this and say to look at the process involved here.  A process of sin getting into our lives.…..Walking, standing and sitting.  She would teach me that if I walked in the direction or advice of the wicked…..that I would eventually stand or linger in the way of the sinners and then…I would eventually sit in the seat, or take residence or a place in the way of those that mocked the way of the Lord.  She told me that if I did this…I would not be blessed. 

My Pastor tells me that there is another process:  First we abhor, then we endure then we embrace.  Another sin process.

These three ways (actually 6 ways) are really how sin creeps into my life and how it has over the years.  I dabble in it, I linger in it..then I just enjoy it.  I hate it, I endure it,….then I just embrace it.

This Friday, before the weekend, I examine myself and my actions and compare them to what my mother’s words reflected in Psalm 1:1.

My mom is just a darn good mom.



Yep, in case you forgot….yesterday was mother’s day.  Make it right if you forgot.  If not, be proud you remembered.

I have the best mom in the world.  She is still alive, along with my father, ….Ray and Wanda Mercer.  They are just fantastic. Married over 60 years. 

I can remember sitting down with her and her just cuddling with me as a small child.  The best cook.   The best hugger and she had a pretty mean spanking when needed.  I feared (respected) her and still do.  I still love just getting in her arms.  It means the world to me.  Even to this moment, it does.

Isiah 66:13 says, “As a mother comforts  her child, so will I comfort you.”  God loves us like a mother and like a father.  But for now, just think about him loving you like a mother.  The constant, bearing for 9 months, will fight someone for you and will just love you unconditionally, you love the smell of the kitchen and you love the smell of her.   That wonderful smell of home and peace.   

Only a mother can comfort you when you are really down.  That is the way that God is.  He promises us in this scripture that he will comfort us like a mother.  Take your cares to God today, whatever they are.  Just spend a minute thinking about your mother, the times of comfort…..then turn to God.  He will comfort you like only a mother can.