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Celebrating Fatherhood: The Sweetest Moments

I came across this excerpt celebrating fatherhood from Max Lucado’s The Applause of Heaven. As I aspire to consistently respond in this way, it surely captured my heart’s expression of how, as a parent, I hope to be more times than not. In honor of Father’s Day…enjoy!

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My child’s feelings are hurt.  I tell her she’s special.  My child is injured.  I do whatever it takes to make her feel better.  My child is afraid.  I won’t go to sleep until she is secure.  I’m not a hero.  I’m not a superstar. I’m not unusual.  I’m a parent.  When a child hurts, a parent does what comes naturally.  He helps.

And after I help, I don’t charge a fee.  I don’t ask for a favor in return.  When my child cries, I don’t tell her to buck up, act tough, and keep a stiff upper lip.  Nor do I consult a list and ask her why she is still scraping the same elbow or waking me up again.

I’m not brilliant, but you don’t have to be to remember that a child is not an adult.  You don’t have to be a child psychologist to know that kids are ‘under construction.’  You don’t have to have the wisdom of Solomon to realize that they didn’t ask to be here in the first place and that spilled milk can be wiped up and broken plates can be replaced.

I’m not a prophet, nor the son of one, but something tells me that in the whole scheme of things

the tender moments described above are infinitely more valuable than anything I do in front of a computer screen or congregation.  Something tells me that the moments of comfort I give my child are a small price to pay for the joy of someday seeing my daughter do for her daughter what her dad did for her.

Moments of comfort from a parent.  As a father, I can tell you they are the sweetest moments in my day.  They come naturally.  They come willingly.  They come joyfully.

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