I don’t want to self-absorb so the short of it is that I was having a very bad day one afternoon a week or so ago. Got mad at the kids, said some not nice things, then realized what a jerk I was and proceeded to uhhhh, well, get a little emotional. I cried, ok? Happy now?

Here’s the cool part…

A7, one of the aforementioned yell-ees, comes over to me all concerned and shaky-voiced and says “Daddy, you’re making me cry too”. I tell her that I’m sorry and she puts her arms around my neck, says “It’s gonna be ok”, and cries along with me.

Suffer the little children indeed. There are times when I’m not sure who’s supposed to be learning from whom. But what I guess I take comfort in is that God is drawing us all to himself and He ministers through all of us. I have a role and responsibilities but I am not the star to which our wagon is hitched. That would be Jesus. And for me there is great freedom in that. It gives me more freedom to be real, to admit my faults, to show that life can be hard but we follow Jesus all the more because of it. Sometimes it takes a 7yo to really bring that home.