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The Almost Perfect Ending

As families go crazy getting back into the school schedule, I went crazy planning kick-off events for our church. And yesterday was the eye of the storm. We began our ministry year for just about every area of our church. I'd been preparing for a month and we had groups of people everywhere doing everything. The good news is that it all went well.

So, after closing up my office and stopping by for a very delicious cookie, I went home. I had sent my wife and kids that way about an hour previous, so I was expecting that all would be calm. I'm a fool.

My youngest was up...again. She was refusing to go to bed...again. She was using all her tricks and all her cute...again. After about ten minutes of my wife and I playing good cop, bad cop, I decided to try another tactic. I sat down in our hallway, spent and exhausted and asked my daughter if I could read her one more book. She accepted my proposal and decided to sit on my lap as I read. My children never seem to be as content than when they are on my lap. Not in the same room. Not close to me. Not even next to me. On My Lap.

They are my children and they seem to find their worth when I am close to them, when I, as their father, place value on them and in them. We should strive to be like little children. We should be attempting to not just be in the same area as our Father. We should be In His Lap. It is too easy to be at church and feel like we are in His presence. Our goal should be to find ourselves in the center of His will (His lap), to find our significance in who God is and who He tells us we are.

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