Sometimes you can feel this spirit in very unusual places. We were framing some walls in the basement yesterday and of course all of the kids wanted to "help". Sometimes their help just means more work. But, I have noticed lately that with work, church, and other commitments that I haven't been able to spend as much time with them as I would like. So, I tried to use their help as much as possible.
As I was nailing the top board to the studs, all of the kids said they wanted to hammer some too. I put one nail into each board and then started another in each one. One by one, each of the kids took a hammer and started banging. Even little Max got into it with his plastic hammer. With that many hammers going at the same time, it became very loud and chaotic! It was in the middle of this noise and confusion when I felt the Still Small Voice. A warm feeling came over me and I had a sudden deep appreciation for my family and how blessed I was to be their father.
I think it's kind of a 'guy thing'. But, it meant a lot to me and made a big difference in how I tried to treat my children the rest of the day.
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