There is something deep inside of a man that wants to be the provider and protector of his family. It is just built in. There are times I want to go hunt for dinner, drag it home and let out a man yelp. I want the best for my family. Selfishly, I want their respect and adoration. As natural as the desire to provide and protect is, there is another job that doesn’t come as easily. It takes a lot of work and effort. I am to be the spiritual leader of my home. Some might say this should be easy for me since I am in full time ministry… but they would be wrong. It’s not easy.
Now that Em and I have Julia, our 11 month old, my responsibilities in this area have been magnified. We are responsible for her physical well-being and her spiritual well-being. We only get one chance to raise her so I want what I do and what I say to line up. I want to raise her to love God and others. I want her to be a worshiper.
Last night we had a “Night of Worship” at our church. It was a memorable night. A lot of great things happened. But there was something that someone shared with me that made my night. While Em and I were on stage leading worship someone took this picture of Julia…
I want Julia to always think that church is a fun place to be. I want her view God as truth and love. I want her to always have this much excitement when she worships. This did a daddy’s heart good.
