Oh yeah…. being a DAD is the best thing in the world. (Oh, just let me gush.) I’ve waited twelve years to gush. Longer, in fact. I’ve wanted to be a dad since I was a boy myself. My dad was so much fun I often thought, “Someday I’ll get to BE THE DAD and how cool will that be!” Well, it is, and I know I’m only in the early stages.
But that smile that appears when I enter the room, those eyes that follow me around the house, even up the stairs to the balcony on the second floor, those little hands that clutch mine, those legs that kick sporatically when I make him laugh….. oh, yeah. It’s all good.
Luke only cries when he is hungry, poopy, or in need of sleep. He craves love and attention from his parents and is eager to learn and interact with his growing world. And he often cries only because he doubts we know his needs and won’t meet them in time.
My soul cries too. But only when I am hungry for more of God, when I have ‘poop’ in my life (sin), or when I push to hard working FOR God and forget to simply REST with Him. I crave my Father’s attention and approval, and find myself whining if I don’t get what I want when I want… forgetting that my Father loves me, knows what I need, is there to clean up my sin and give me a fresh start over and over, and will give me what I need just when I need it, every day. My crying doesn’t make it sooner, it just makes me miss the fact that He would have given me what I needed anyway.
Oh, yes, I cried for a son, many times, and all along He knew I needed a son. And in his perfect timing…. he gave me one. Sorry about all the e-mails, phone calls, meetings, deadlines and other projects I am behind on right now….