Fathers Be Good to Your Daughters

Shortly after my second daughter was born I embarked on a casual, but lifelong project. It goes without saying that, having never been one myself, I have very little insight on what it means to be a daughter. That said, I now find myself with a deeply vested interest in successfully raising two. Since I’m fortunate to know many happy, healthy and well-adjusted women of all ages I decided to start a…

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Sabbath Rest: Rules

When I was a little boy there were strict rules about what we could and could not do on the Sabbath. It seemed that there were far more things that were prohibited than were permitted. Most Sabbath days looked the same: Sunday School and worship in the morning; lunch at home; quiet afternoon in our living room or that of my grandfather; back home for dinner; and the evening at the church for…

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Touch and Feel

My boys have discovered this new game. I call it pummels, and I’m reasonably sure it’s going to be a part of raising young boys for quite a few years. Here’s the game: I, the large lumbering father figure, lay down upon the ground. The boys, tossing aside whatever they were previously working on, crawl at breakneck speed in my direction. Upon arriving at their lifeless father on the floor, they rise …

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Habits of the Heart: Gratitude

To be grateful is to be, at that moment, blessed and happy. If it becomes a habit of the heart, gratitude lays the foundation for a life of joy and peace. That’s because, first of all, gratitude is a response to having received a gift, and a meaningful gift suggests that someone thought enough of you to offer it. You matter to the giver, and we all want to matter. We want to feel that somebody c…

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Sabbath Rest: Remember

I remember the day that Sarah was born. I remember that little baby with the cutest toes, wearing a blanket and a funny-looking cap, and demonstrating a healthy – and loud – set of lungs. I remember the first time our eyes met as she laid in the warming bed. I remember looking at her, tears in my eyes, and marveling at the wonder of this little new creation. I remember thanking God for his mar…

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