The challenge was set before me and, like any man, I could not face failure. Bragging rights for weeks would ride on this one performance. The challenge? Get all 3 of my children dressed and fed and off to school on time, without any help from mom. The alarm clock was like a starting pistol and I was off.
To be honest, I am not sure the children were on my side in this. The girls kept asking questions like; does this match? and where is my jewelry at? Then my youngest daughter threw a big curve ball when she asked for piggy tails in her hair. We were moving along at a good pace. Breakfast was eaten, teeth were brushed, clothes were put on, and even a cartoon was watched.
You would think this kind of victory would instill confidence within the children towards me. But then my kids saw a piece of plastic, broken off from something in our house. While no one seemed to care where it came from, my youngest daughter, again (I'm sure) working against me, asked, "Is it dangerous? Maybe we should call mom to see if it is dangerous?"
Maybe we should call mom? I do not have a sweater-vest full of hair on my chest and no one would accuse me of being Mr. Fix-it. But I have taken it as one of my responsibilities in life to watch out for and protect my children. I've smashed ants, kissed boo-boos, and protected them on a daily basis, even from themselves. Why would they look past their father in the face of danger?
Then again, why do I? When questions come and life is difficult, why do I problem solve and seek advice from others before I even think of praying? My Father has taken care of every one of my needs. He has saved me from every dangerous situation I have put myself in. He has promised to love me and take care of all my needs. I don't need to ask anyone else if something is dangerous. My Father knows best. God even told us this in Proverbs 3:5-6.
I reminded my children that I know when danger is around and that I will always protect them. "We don't need to call mom," I said confidently. Then we left for school, on time. And my daughter went to school with piggy tails in her hair. Our Father knows more than we think.
To be honest, I am not sure the children were on my side in this. The girls kept asking questions like; does this match? and where is my jewelry at? Then my youngest daughter threw a big curve ball when she asked for piggy tails in her hair. We were moving along at a good pace. Breakfast was eaten, teeth were brushed, clothes were put on, and even a cartoon was watched.
You would think this kind of victory would instill confidence within the children towards me. But then my kids saw a piece of plastic, broken off from something in our house. While no one seemed to care where it came from, my youngest daughter, again (I'm sure) working against me, asked, "Is it dangerous? Maybe we should call mom to see if it is dangerous?"
Maybe we should call mom? I do not have a sweater-vest full of hair on my chest and no one would accuse me of being Mr. Fix-it. But I have taken it as one of my responsibilities in life to watch out for and protect my children. I've smashed ants, kissed boo-boos, and protected them on a daily basis, even from themselves. Why would they look past their father in the face of danger?
Then again, why do I? When questions come and life is difficult, why do I problem solve and seek advice from others before I even think of praying? My Father has taken care of every one of my needs. He has saved me from every dangerous situation I have put myself in. He has promised to love me and take care of all my needs. I don't need to ask anyone else if something is dangerous. My Father knows best. God even told us this in Proverbs 3:5-6.
I reminded my children that I know when danger is around and that I will always protect them. "We don't need to call mom," I said confidently. Then we left for school, on time. And my daughter went to school with piggy tails in her hair. Our Father knows more than we think.
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