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Showing posts with label family. Show all posts

To Mommy & "Dabby"


A mother is forever
A mother always cares
A mother is forgiving in every little way

Mothers are kind; they add a sweetness to your life

A mother is for loving
A mother always shares
A mother loves her children and husband all the way!

But most important...
A mother loves Jesus Christ more than anything!

A mother is a gift from God and she always cares!

I would love to take credit for that one, but I cannot.  This beautiful poem was left on my wife's pillow last night by our daughter, Kyra Faith.  Needless to say, we cried, and we thanked our God for His amazing grace in the life of an 11 year old little girl.

I got a card as well.  

You help me when I'm hurt!
You forgive me when I disobey!
You make our date days the best!
I love you "Dabby"!

Each statement had a picture beneath it.  Just what I needed after a rough day.  I simply love being "the best 'Dabby' in the world" to my little girl. (When Kyra was really young, she couldn't say Daddy - she said "Dabby"...it stuck, and I love it!)



Facts About Fathers & Faith

Robbie Low, writing in Touchstone (June 2003), points to an interesting 1994 study in Switzerland about the connection between the churchgoing habits of fathers and mothers and the effect on their children when they are grown.
Here’s a summary:
In short, if a father does not go to church, no matter how faithful his wife’s devotions, only one child in 50 will become a regular worshipper. If a father does go regularly, regardless of the practice of the mother, between two-thirds and three-quarters of their children will become churchgoers (regular and irregular). If a father goes but irregularly to church, regardless of his wife’s devotion, between a half and two-thirds of their offspring will find themselves coming to church regularly or occasionally.
A non-practicing mother with a regular father will see a minimum of two-thirds of her children ending up at church. In contrast, a non-practicing father with a regular mother will see two-thirds of his children never darken the church door. If his wife is similarly negligent that figure rises to 80 percent!
The results are shocking, but they should not be surprising. They are about as politically incorrect as it is possible to be; but they simply confirm what psychologists, criminologists, educationalists, and traditional Christians know. You cannot buck the biology of the created order. Father’s influence, from the determination of a child’s sex by the implantation of his seed to the funerary rites surrounding his passing, is out of all proportion to his allotted, and severely diminished role, in Western liberal society.
... [W]hen a child begins to move into that period of differentiation from home and engagement with the world “out there,” he (and she) looks increasingly to the father for his role model. Where the father is indifferent, inadequate, or just plain absent, that task of differentiation and engagement is much harder. When children see that church is a “women and children” thing, they will respond accordingly—by not going to church, or going much less.
Curiously, both adult women as well as men will conclude subconsciously that Dad’s absence indicates that going to church is not really a “grown-up” activity. In terms of commitment, a mother’s role may be to encourage and confirm, but it is not primary to her adult offspring’s decision. Mothers’ choices have dramatically less effect upon children than their fathers’, and without him she has little effect on the primary lifestyle choices her offspring make in their religious observances.
Her major influence is not on regular attendance at all but on keeping her irregular children from lapsing altogether. This is, needless to say, a vital work, but even then, without the input of the father (regular or irregular), the proportion of regulars to lapsed goes from 60/40 to 40/60.










Blessings ~ In a Picture





Growing up on a Farm
Blessings.  This is the theme of a photo contest over at growing up on a farm.  I stumbled upon this encouraging little stop thanks to Dakota - who in turn stumbled upon me.  Providence is a great thing!
My picture is the sun setting during one of our family vacations at Round Lake.  I love being there.  It means family.  I remember taking this shot and thinking of everything that God has blessed me with.  As my eyes followed the beams of the setting sun to the “blazing centre” of its beauty, I had before me a living illustration of looking past the gifts to the giver of the gifts.
I am thankful for all that God has blessed me with.  This picture reminds me of every good gift - a wife, children, family, provision, beauty, creation, life.... But most of all, it points me to the giver, the gift, and the goal of the gospel - God Himself.
Before the foundation of the world, Christ
Loved me beyond measure
Every moment He planned for my good
So much He has given me
So little I deserve
I love Him 
Not for what He
Gives, but for Who He is


"He points me to Jesus"


My daughter gave me a gift today.  As part of her school work she had to write a poem about who her hero is.  Here it is...

My Dad is my hero.

He plays with me.

He makes a slide in the back during the winter.

He points me to Jesus.

He takes me out on "date days".

He loves me.

He makes me laugh.

He helps me on my homework.

He buys me toys.

I am one very thankful "hero".  I know but for the grace of God, none of that would be a reality.  My daughter - thankfully - never knew the old me.  I was struck by the fact that the entire list reflects on time spent together, and only one - the last one - deals with stuff.  She is learning to look past the gifts to the giver of the gifts.  If I could only be known for one thing, it is that I "point her to Jesus."  To God alone be the glory.

Who are you pointing to?

Happy Birthday!


Today is my "rib's" birthday.  I just wanted to take the time to share that with you all.  I know...she's GORGEOUS!!

Date Day!


Today is my monthly date day with my youngest daughter Meaghan.  Every month on their "birthday" day, I take my daughters on a date with their Daddy, and my wife does the same for our son Cameron.  I love date day because I know my girls love it.  They love that Daddy opens the door for them; orders for them; talks to them; makes much of them...loves them.  



Today is also International Women's Day. Today affords me the opportunity to show my Meaghan how she deserves to be treated by a man.  I want her to see that chivalry and romance are important.  I want her to see that for a man to biblically lead means to love and honour his wife.  I want her to see that her submission to my headship is a good thing and ultimately for her benefit.  I want her to see that her future husband must lead as Daddy leads because he will lead her.  I want her to know that should the Lord be pleased to give her a family, her highest calling is to be Mommy.  I want her to see that God is glorified in all that we do.

I love date days!  I cherish them because I know that some day, sooner than I wish, they'll be gone.  So today, we will dance...