Notes to my Grandchildren 33 How has your life turned out differently than you imagined it would?

There’s a saying which states, “If you want to make God laugh, tell Him your plans!”  I am pretty sure I have kept God laughing throughout my life.  Quite often I have marveled at how wonderful my life has been in spite of all the ways I tried to work my plan, with very little regard for God’s.

At the core of my faith is Jeremiah 29:11 “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” NIV.  This scripture has guided, comforted and given me hope when things are going as I planned and when not as planned!  After encountering the Resurrected Jesus, Saul of Tarsus decided his plans needed to take a back seat to Jesus’.  He had been a very purpose driven religious leader, but after his new birth in Jesus Christ he realized God’s plans for his life were not in his control.  Paul writes, “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.”
Romans 8:28 NIV This is a bold statement of faith which says because of what Jesus did for humanity on the Cross even when circumstances don’t go as planned, we believe  God is still working things out for the greater good.  In order to see God’s plan, which is perfect, I have to loosen my grip on my plans and trust God is at work for the greater good.

When a person begins to walk by faith and trust God is at work in the world and in a person’s life, it impacts the way we plan.  I come from a long line of planners and people who like to have control of their life.  Somehow, even at a very young age I had I began to see some of my plans aligning with God’s and some not so much.  At times it was frustrating, but over time I grew to have more trust and peace with God leading my life.

At an early age, I thought I would follow my father’s step into engineering.  In High School I did well in Math and Physics and as I entered college, Math became my declared major.  There was always this lingering thought I might be called into the ministry, so I minored in Religion and Education sort of as my backup plan.   When I graduated, I wasn’t really sure of the direction I would go, but an opportunity to teach Basic and General Math in a school which had become a Ninth Grade Center.   Though it was never a part of my plan, I was prepared, and I gained a lot of experience and confidence which would help me throughout my life.

After a year and half of teaching, I accepted an Assistant/Youth and Young Adult pastor position at First United Methodist Church, Haines City, Florida.  During that year, I felt a pretty strong call to begin the process for being Ordained Minister in the United Methodist Church.   Fortunately, I had all the educational requirements to enter Seminary and to pursue this path for my life.

For years, I always had small doubts about my gifts for the ministry.  In many ways, I was more equipped for engineering.  I like solving problems and building things.  I like finishing projects.  Unfortunately, the ministry rarely fulfills those needs.  People are always a work in project.  Even though you may prepare and preach a message, there was always this feeling I needed to spend more time and it wasn’t going to measure up.  I often commented to people I thought God had got it wrong.  Over the years, I discovered God got it right.  Though I did struggle with the ambiguities of ministry versus math, I found a purpose in sharing the Good News of Jesus Christ I would never have found in just adding 2 + 2 and knowing the answer was 4.  

After college, many of my friends were getting married.  I dated several girls during and after college, but none of the relationships seemed to bloom.  Quite frankly I wasn’t ready, and God had a plan for me to wait until Sassy and I were at a place and time to date, become engaged and get married.  When it comes to relationships, it really takes a lot of faith and trust.  Most of the people I had dated would have been great partners, but none would have led me to the path I think God fully intended.  Even when I didn’t know it, God was leading me to the person who would influence so much of my life.

Throughout my life, there were doors which would open, but also doors which would close.  Sometimes I was slow to walk through the open doors and was quick to try and knock down the closed doors.  I am certain there were open doors I missed and closed doors I pried open and entered.  What is amazing to me is God somehow found a way to keep me on a path which always brought me peace and joy.   The process wasn’t always peaceful and joyful, but the end results were.

So many times, I tried to plan the course of my life and it would lead to a dead end.  I would have to circle back and find my way again.   The older I got, the more time there would be in between doors opening and closing.  Over the years, patience became a greater part of my planning.  

Isaiah 40:31 NASB
31 Yet those who [a]wait for the Lord
 Will gain new strength;
 They will [b]mount up with wings like eagles,
 They will run and not get tired,
 They will walk and not become weary.

This is a great scripture which serves as a reminder we need to be on God’s time, not ours.

Now, don’t think having faith means just sitting and waiting for God to show His plan. Throughout my life I did a lot of preparation.  I tried to be available to God! When I couldn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel, I would pray and ask God to show me the direction.   Actually, it was during those periods of darkness I learned what it really meant to walk by faith.

A time of great darkness and sorrow was the death of my mother.  She had just turned 62.  It had been several years since she had been in good health, but her health took a nosedive and ovarian cancer would lead to her death.  It was the first death of someone for whom I had such love.  This was not the life I had planned.  She never lived to see me become a father.   She didn’t get to see the birth of CrossRoad Church and share the joy of what God would do in this congregation.

For almost six years, Sassy and I struggled with infertility.  It was not the life we planned.  As I have shared earlier, our infertility would lead to the adoption of your mother.  I have to believe the detour our lives took, led to a wonderful plan for your mother!   If it weren’t for this detour, I wouldn’t be writing to you now!

In many ways, none of plans ever came to fruition.   I never received a Grammy or became a famous musician.  I didn’t make it to the PGA tour or ski on the World Cup tour.  Quite honestly, I don’t think I would change much about my life.  Here’s probably the most important thing to know.  He has shown you, O mortal, what is good. And what does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.” Micah 6:8 NIV

In just a few weeks I will turn 70.  I have a lot of mileage, but I still think I have some fuel in the tank and some tread left on the tires.  With each year, I have a greater appreciation for Paul’s words!

Rom 8:37-39 NASB But in all these things we overwhelmingly conquer through Him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Notes to my Grandchildren 32 What is the farthest you have ever traveled? Would you mind if I elaborate a bit on my traveling. Of course you won’t mind. This whole download of my life is probably a bit more elaborate than necessary. I do hope it is useful! It’s not just the fartherest trip or the miles traveled, it’s what I have learned. As a young child, my family didn’t take big time vacation trips. Every other summer, we would travel by car to the Sprague Family Farm in Hamilton, Massachusetts. On the trip up and trip back, we always looked for motels with a pool. This was a real luxury in the late 1950s and into the early 60s. Each trip would include a day or two of visiting some type of Historic Setting or Amusemet park along the way. A few days in New York the year of the 1964 Worlds Fair (they no longer have World’s Fair. Imagine something like Epcot), a few days in Washington DC, a day in Williamsburg, and of course a pretty good dose of Boston with all it’s Revolutionary War history! There was an amusement park South of New York “Freedom Land” which was sort of the East Coast much smaller version of a Disney Park, or perhaps a Six Flag Park (I wonder if those will exist when you get around to reading this?). The summers we stayed home included a beach week somewhere in Florida and a lot of time on the lake. Through out the course of my life, I have been able to travel as a tourist and have seen some wonderful places. The experiences that enriched my life are not about places or sight seeing, but about being immersed in cultures different from mine! Those miles matter! The first trip which would really changed my life, was the summer after my Freshman year in college. I was the Summer Youth assistant at my home church, First United Methodist Church of Orlando. The summer activities included a building project in Kingston, Jamaica. It was the first trip out of the United States, and though it wasn’t very far from central Florida, it was my first cross cultural trip. We stayed in the homes of church members in the community. During the day, we helped mix concrete, hauled bricks and rebar to enclose an open air facility built earlier by another church team. There were skilled craftsmen who did most of the setting of the concrete blocks, but we provided a lot of the basic labor saveing the church money. During the day, many of the youth in the church and from the neighborhood came to help us and the interaction was life changing. We ate Jamaican food, we sang Jamaican songs, we played Jamaican games! Though Jamaica was a former British Colony, it had been independent for a few years. We were there during their Independence Day Celebration! The accents were largely British and their original ethnicity was African. Even though the miles were not far, this experience helped me travel many miles in my love of other cultures. Growing up in Orlando, I was in integrated schools since Seventh Grade. Most of my friends were of Anglo descent and some Hispanic. Among the students of African descent, there was mostly a peaceful coexistence, but we rarely did anything together outside of school. It was a sign of the times, and thankfully the times were changing. On this trip to Jamaica, I was dependent on our hosts to feed, to transport, to care for me. This felt very real. It felt right. It was the way I thought Christians live. The world felt a little smaller! In 1982, I was a part time member of the Trinity Foundation traveling with Mark Rutland to churches maninly in the Southeast of the United States. Mark had spen a month on a trip to Ghana, West Africa the year before. I will set aside the book he wrote about how he was called to go. This was a return trip to many of the churches he had visitied. I was there to help lead worship and to share in the meetings we had. It was my first trans Atlantic trip. Our flight over would layover in Brussels, then on to Nigeria and then Accra, Ghana. At the time, Ghana was in a deep recession. Stores were open, but shelves were empty. Post Offices were open, but no mail was being delivered. Homes had phones, but no service. Sassy and I had been married 4 years, and were rarely apart except when she would go home for a week of pampering with her family. For a whole month, we would be almost completely cut off from family and friends. To fill the gap, we were brought into the families of the churches in Ghana. In those days running was a part of my daily fitness routine. I can still see myself running through the streets of Accra and in the country side in Kumasi, in the interior. On occasion, I meet people of Ghanain descent. When I tell them I was there in 1983, they are a little amazed. Not many people were visiting Ghana then. Ghana has gone on to reinvent itself and has grown to be a very productive and peaceful nation. I hope by the time you are reading this it will have prospered even more. The trip to Ghana would be the longest trip that I had taken to date, but the world was growing smaller. On the return trip, we had a long lay over in Amsterdam. I had packed my running clothes and shoes. The Schiphol is a beautiful airport outside of Amsterdam. Holland was a country I read about as a kid. Tulips lined the road and wind mills could be seen off in the distance as I ran toward the city! Just now, it hit me what a wild ride that was. An outreach trip to a country where many Ghanaians were sold into slavery and now in what was a country that was rich in Anglo history. The world still needs to grow smaller. A few notes back, I wrote about our tour of Israel in 1985 with my Father. Israel is a country/nation full of historical and faith significance. Stories in the Bible come alive as you see the places where they occurred. Probably the places that were most moving for me were being on the Sea of Galilee, a mountain in the northern part of the Galilee where Jesus could have preached the Sermon on the Mount, a little cave outside of Bethlehem was possibly the type of place where Jesus could have been born, and Gordon’s Calvary. The exact sights of the Bible can only be speculated. The Sea of Galilee can’t be replicated. When you board a boat and launch out there, it is the same body of water. No monument erected, just the wind and water in the way Jesus and His disciples experienced (different boat). Just hearing the Beatitudes read looking south from a hillside overlooking the Sea of Galilee gave new inspiration from the greatest guide for a Blessed Life! There is a large sanctuary built in Bethlehem was built to commemorate the birth of Jesus. As beautiful as it is, there is something heartwarming and humbling looking into a cave where people were known to keep their livestock at the time of Jesus’ birth. I thought I could hear the “Cattle Lowing!” Jerusalem also has a sanctuary where Jesus was supposedly placed for burial. It is an amazing memorial to Jesus, but Gordon’s Calvary overlooks a hill which reminds you of the hillside where Jesus was crucified and down from the hill is a carved out tomb where Jesus was possibly laid. Though Israel is not the furtherest I have ever traveled, it is the place where Jesus traveled and ultimately carried a Cross on one of the most painful walks in the history of humanity. We walked those steps, but there is no way to imagine the agony of Jesus carrying the Cross on which He would be crucified! You can’t just be a tourist when you visit Israel! In 1987 Sassy and I would join with the Crew of the Mercy Ship the Good Samaritan. It was in dry dock for maintenance in Mayport. The Directors had heard about a woman from Lakewood Church who while serving as missionary in the Philippines had been murdered. The crew wanted to worship with her congregation. Share our grief! Bear witness to what God was doing even in our pain. The Directors invited Sassy and me to travel with them to Belem, Brazil and then down the Amazon River to Manaus. It was a great experience, with a lot of exciting challenges. The trip on the boat was almost 3 weeks at sea only seeing land once about mid way through the voyage. In Belem, we were invited to sing and lead worship at several churches through out the city. We sang and shared our testimony while translators shared the Good News in Portugese (sometimes I think the improved on our sharing). After about ten days, we traveled another 4-5 days down the Amazon to a city in the northern interior of Brazil, Manaus. While there we repeated our ministry to local churches and delivered a load of cement that your great grandfather Glen Keys had donated to help build a structure for a local Church. The number of miles we traveled was not as significant as the number of days we were at sea and functioning as crew. Sassy helped cook and provide hospitality to the crew. I stood watch on the bridge of the boat from 4-8 am and 4-8 pm every day. We lived in very close quarters on a 90 foot boat with a Crew of about 80. Most of the time we felt ill equipped for the ministry. We couldn’t communicate very with the Brazilian Church, but it is amazing how the Holy Spirit can bring people together when we worship. One of the songs Sassy sang was “Love in any Langauge, Straight from the Heart. Pulls us all together, never a part!” That is a message worth all the miles! Now to get the most literal answer to the question is Sydney, Australia. CrossRoad Church was birthed at a time when Contemporary Music and Instrumentation was being used for Worship! It was an exciting time and the Church was riding this wave of change. Hillsong Church, founded in Sydney, Australia several years before our birth was leading a major part of this worldwide tsunami. Our congregation and musicians were inspired by the music so much we sent a team to travel to Sydney for their annual Leadership and Worship Celebration. I think there were 12 team members who made this journey. At that time it was about a 24 hour trip with almost 20 hours of flying time! Although to date, this is probably the longest distances I have traveled in miles, it was also the beginning of a journey that would carry our congregation into a greater passion for worship. We would make that trip 3 times, summer of 1998, 2000 and 2006. Your mother would join us in 2006. The people of Australia are a wonderful lot and the church has mad a large impact. Our travel log though not extensive has been broad. We have cruised several times in the Caribbean, stayed at resorts in Mexico, an opportunity for an educational tour of Turkey learning its history and connecting with Turkish families and leader, a couple of trips to the Mediterranean, briefly touching ground in Spain, France, Italy and Greece. We have visited the ruins in Ephesus, Rome and Athens. One of our most luxurious trips was a river cruise through Austria and Germany. Sassy and I made our first visit to Scotland with a group of close friends and I have made two trips to play some of the ancient and unique golf courses where Golf was birth. Let me close with what is actually the longest trip I have taken. It is from Unforgiveness to Forgiveness. It is almost inevitable that as you live, your journey will take you through periods of trials and temptations. You will at some time and at some level experience betrayal and abandonment. You may be the victim! You may be the cause. Hurt, Bitterness and Unforgiveness build barriers between people, families and cultures. The longer you harbor resentment and withhold forgiveness the greater the distance becomes. There is good news. That distance is quickly diminished when you choose to forgive. The story of the Bible reveals a large chasm between God and humanity. The Good News is Jesus is the bridge spanning the chasm. Don’t allow hurt and bitterness to create a chasm, any distance between you and the people in your life. The distance only grows greater, longer and more difficult. “Be kind to one another, tender-hearted, forgiving each other, just as God in Christ also has forgiven you.” Ephesians‬ ‭4‬:‭32‬ ‭NASB1995‬‬

Notes to my Grandchildren 31 What is your best advice when it comes to raising children?

When it comes to raising children, I am slow to give advice.  No one is an expert and each child requires different skills.  To be honest, raising a child, being a father has been the most difficult and challenging task of my life.  It was also the most important and fulfilling.   I am a better person for being a father.

Most parents want to take the best of how they parented and minimize the not so good parenting skills of their parents.   By and large, my overall feelings about how I was parented were positive.  It was easy to forgive a few of my parents shortcomings, probably because, although I was a pretty good kid,  I know I pushed the limits and was a bit stubborn!   Most every one knows this about me!

Fortunately, I not only had good models as parents,  but Sassy’s parents were equally influential in how I would parent.  I learned quite a bit from them. Your great grandfathers, George Sprague, Jr and Glen Keys, worked very had and provided emotional and financial security for their families.  I aspired to the same work ethic, and decided to make sacrifices in the short term, which would produce benefits for the future.  In the same fashion, your great grandmothers Betty Sprague and Marty Keys, were role models as well, but Sassy can tell their stories and impact better than I can.

Like I noted in the last note, in my early years my father wasn’t very verbal in expressing his love.  I was determined to tell your mother (Hannah) with words, “I love you!”   I wanted her to hear it.  Just as important,  I wanted her to know it by my actions!  Just saying it isn’t enough.  Actions do speak louder than words!

One of my goals as a parent, was to never speak down to Hannah, as best as possible to try to always find something positive to express.  I was not, however, afraid to express concerns about her behavior, but I still tried my best not to demean.  Somewhere along the way, I adopted the habit that I would never call her Stupid, Bad, Dumb, Mean, etc.  She was good, but her behavior was Stupid, Bad, Dumb, Mean, etc.  There was one incident, however, when she was out of college and living at home she treated your grandmother with disrespect and was rude.  I violated that principle and looked her in the eye and said, “You Are Stupid!”  Not my best moment, but at 22 it was a sign of stupidity and I hadn’t raised a stupid daughter!
This is a good time to state another important way I tried to parent,  I wasn’t afraid to admit I was wrong.  There were times I may have been too strict, jumped to conclusions and my actions were not the best.  Once I realized my mistake I tried to express my remorse, to say I was sorry and to ask her forgiveness.  Parents make mistakes. When we ask for forgiveness, we need to be forgiven!

For better or worse, your mother was surrounded by a lot of people who loved her.  We often commented that she was raised by college students and had a lot of caring adults in her life.  Get her to share her memories.  The upside was I didn’t try to dumb things down.  I didn’t speak baby talk to her.   I used real words.  I did my best to listen to her questions and to never blow her off.   One of my favorite authors was C. S. Lewis.  Though he was a bachelor most of his life and never a father, he gave a perspective on children I embraced.  He said  most adults see children as below them and over the years they grow to where they can look you in the eye.  His concept was chlidren and parents should always be on the same eye level and over the years their legs grow to reach the reach the ground.  Simply put, children don’t grow up, they grow down.  It is a concept which is hard to grasp, and children should be allowed to be children, but I liked seeing the potential adult.  

As your mother learned to talk, identify colors, shapes, count to ten, then to 100 I also introduced other math concepts.  We would say together the square roots of all the prime numbers, 4, 9 16, 25, 36, 49, 64, 81, 100 and she memorized those.  She learned at an early age  Florida was a Peninsula, because it was a body of land surrounded by water on 3 sides and an Island was a body of land surrounded by water on all sides.  As she described each one she would also interject, “With a Beach!”  Being Floridians we taught her to love the beach.

It was part of my teaching style to let her discover things on her own.  As a parent, teaching was not just telling but experiencing.   We were staying with her Keys Grandparents when she was just starting to crawl.  Mema and I were in the living room drinking coffee and your mother reached out for my cup.   The cup was not burning hot, but it would still feel hot to the touch.  She stood and reached for the cup which I handed to her and said “Hot!”  Her Mema questioned my actions.  I told her now when she gets close to a fire, a stove or oven and someone warns her it is hot she will know not to touch it.   I would rather her fingers feel the heat of a ceramic mug than a source which would leave a scar.

Speaking of teaching, when she needed help with homework, she always wanted me to just tell her the answer.  I couldn’t do that.  Sometimes it was clear she hadn’t done the reading and she wanted to short cut the process.  I would have her go over the material and we would find the answer together.  When it came to math, she had to show her work.  There are very few shortcuts in life.  When you find them take them, but most of the time you can’t bypass the important steps!  To this day, your mother still comes to me for help and advice.  She still asks me to fix things from time to time.  I think she trusts me!

Sassy was a great mother.  Way more gracious with her time.  Way more gracious in giving material things and in activities.  Even to this day they have an incredible bond of which I have always been a bit envious!  They really think each other’s thoughts and complete each other’s sentences.   Though we shared all the responsibilities of parenting and nothing was off limits, I tended to be involved in the more active activities.  Sassy probably transported her to more activities and may have even attended more events, but I was in the driveway shooting baskets after dark or throwing the ball playing catch.  I put together most her big toys (Swing Sets and Jungle Gyms)  and learned how to play with them.  During her toddler days through elementary school, indoor play houses with bounce house houses, ball pits and tunnels through which a person could crawl were very popular.  There was a season when she and I spent many Saturday or Sunday afternoons there.  Usually I was the oldest adult male in the different activities.  Often, I would start to talk to another person about the child they were with and discovered they were the grandparents.  For many years I kept these knee pads in my car, always ready for the indoor gyms!

Experiencing and Experimenting are a great way to learn.  Like most kids, there is a point in time when you get your first battery operated Barbie Car (I think this year you got a mini Mercedes).  Your mother loved to drive hers up and down, back and forth on our driveway.  After a couple of months she and Sassy would ask me to back it out of the garage.   I would walk her to the car and say get in and have her back it out.  At first she was reticent and Sassy thought I was expecting too much of her.  Slowly, wihth my direction, she was able to back it out.  Next, your guessed it!  When it needed to put away, I let her drive it.  She then learned to drive a Golf Cart Mema and Papa Keys kept at their Waynesville home.  They upgraded to a Polaris, but I am not sure she ever drove it much.  It was a little rugged.  

After she graduated from college, she traded her college car for a Land Rover.  I was not a big fan of the trade, and it was a time she didn’t take my advice.  A few weeks after her purchase, while visiting Mema and Papa, we spent the day at The Biltmore Estate in Asheville, NC.  At the time (around 2014) Land Rover had a driving course for owners.  We signed up for one and they gave her a little off road experience!  It was a lot of fun.  It all goes back to the Barbie Car.   This picture was on the trip to Waynesville.  She is driving her Land Rover and we are singing “She’s in Love with the Boy!”

Like I said earlier, Sassy was much better at parenting than I was.  To my credit, though,  I hope you see I was very hands on.  Climbing on Jungle Gyms, playing in ball pits, parking the Barbie car, Playing Horse in the driveway were definitely in my wheel house.  There were activities I was asked to share outside of my comfort zone.  One of those activities was going to a ceramic shop where we would paint a ceramic figure together and they would glaze and fire it.  I am not gifted in the graphic arts, but it was a great activity for us to do together so Sassy could get a break and do her thing.  It was tedious for me and I don’t really enjoy an activity I don’t feel I do well.  The time I spent one on one with your mother was worth all my awkward feeling.  I think she enjoyed watching me struggle at something.  I think she knew it was a sacrifice of my time and I would rather be doing something else, almost anything else.  I think she liked being better at something than I was and showing me how to do something.  The final product was always satisfying.   After you finished painting an object, you would leave it and the employees would complete the final steps of glazing and firing it.  After about a week you could come back and pickup the final product.  When you returned to pick up your priceless creation it was placed on shelves in the back of store.   Once we went back to the store, walked to the pick up area, but it wasn’t there.   We looked and asked the attendant where it was.  For a brief moment I feared our work of art had not survived the fiery furnace, possibly mistakenly picked up by someone or stolen because of it’s unique beauty!  We described our work of art to the attendant.  After a moment, she said, “We put that one on display in Store Window!”  We walked to the display window and there it was for the whole world to see, our Dad/Daughter masterpiece! There’s a little Michelangelo in all of us!

In the early years of CrossRoad Church, while your mother was in elementary school, Sassy had Choir Practice.  This was our Date Night.   Dad and Daughter dinners became the highlight of the week.  We often looked for Kids eat free nights!  As she got older, she could fend for herself.  I loved those days.  I miss those days.  We have had a few of those days together and I hope you will cherish those memories.

The Bible doesn’t provide an exhaustive, step by step instruction manual on how to raise children.  Quite frankly, there are a lot of horror stories of dysfunctional families which God still managed to use to tell His story.

There are several Proverbs which give some guidance, but most of my inspiration came from observing and following how Jesus treated all people and His relationship with His Heavenly Father.    Having a good earthly father and father in law, made it even easier to see God as my loving Father and to aspire to those same attributes.

Parenting requires Unconditional love.  It is hard to always love unconditionally.   There are standards and expectations you know will be beneficial to your child, but when they rebel you still have to find ways to love and you may have to work out some plan of redemption!

Being a pastor has a lot of responsibilities and demands on your time.   I tried to let Hannah and Sassy know they were always my first reponsibility and it mattered more to me what they thought of me as a father and husband than what people thought of me as a pastor.  God makes us His highest priority.   God makes Himself available.  Hannah knew  she could always call me and as best I could I would always take her call.  I did have to encourage her to call my assistant some times and let her see if she could help.   There were many times she would just walk into my office without knocking and not knowing with whom I was meeting.  I am certain I have bothered God the Father regularly with my childish requests!

Jesus had a way of being present and in the moment.  It is hard for me!  I did my best when I was with Hannah to give her my full attention.  It was hard sometimes with the demands of ministry.  When we went on vacation, my attention was mostly on her.  Cruises, Beach trips, Mountain and ski trips were centered on the family.  It changed a little the more independent she became and she developed interests of her own.  Since she was an only child, we often brought a friend with us on vacations.  It did mean we had to share her, but we recognized how much fun she had.  Soon there will be three of you.  Your parents are going to have fun staying in the moment with all of you!

Any one who decides to be a parent needs to count the cost.  Parenting requires sacrifice.  You can’t love your things more than your children.   No piece of art, furniture, sporting equipment, item of clothing, car, time or effort is withheld to be a parent.   Jesus’ disciple John wrote this “By this we know love, because He laid down His life for us. And we also ought to lay down our lives for the brethren.” I John‬ ‭3‬:‭16‬ ‭NKJV‬‬. I would like to think I laid down my life for Hannah.   I have done and given her and now you as much as I can!  

Our family spent a lot summers participating with my Sister’s family hiking the Wilderness Trail.  Hannah grew up attending many of the retreats and was absorbed into the culture.  She never hiked until the summer between her sophomore and junior year of High School and then between junior and senior year.   It was not necessarily her thing but she gave it a try.  On the first year, she was really challenged and struggled on the second day.  For about the last two miles, I carried her pack and mine.  We slowly and surely made it to our camp site.  The Bible tells us we can trust God with our burdens.  “Cast your burden upon the Lord and He will sustain you; He will never allow the righteous to be shaken.” Psalms‬ ‭55‬:‭22‬ ‭NASB  Paul writes that a follower of Jesus should.   “Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.” Galatians‬ ‭6‬:‭2‬ ‭NKJV‬‬. As a parent, you should always be ready to care your load and the load of those in your family.   There was no way I would have left my child out there struggling on the trail.  I have hiked a few other hikes and lifted other peoples burdens, but there is no greater Joy than carrying your own child!  

This pretty much all I know about parenting, about being a good father.

Here are some pictures of us doing some of our favorite activities!