To all Parents who Love their Children

 

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I have a son. He is 18 years old. I was so moved by a WP freshly pressed article I read over at https://serendipitydodah.wordpress.com I thought I would share it here, especially because it made me wonder: “what if this were me? what would I do? how would I behave?”

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“Indeed, sons are a heritage from the Lord, children a reward from him”

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Sons (and daughters) are a heritage from the Lord

“Sons are a heritage from the LORD, children a reward from him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one’s youth. Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. They will not be put to shame when they contend with their enemies in the gate.” Psalm 127:3-5 (NIV)  

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As my heritage and reward from the Lord, my son Nathan is much taller than I am, ‘mouthier’ than I am, and braver than I am. He is loving and kind though opinionated and stubborn. He stands up for those less fortunate as I do and tries to understand the ‘other point of view’ even when it’s a struggle.  More importantly and above all, he is blessed and touched by God, and for this I am thankful.

My son wasn’t really born in my ‘youth’. I was already 32 years old and most of my friends’ children were at least 10 years old if not older. Continue reading “Indeed, sons are a heritage from the Lord, children a reward from him”

Resistance to change … it’s usually futile

“Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don’t resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.”
― Lao Tzu

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I tend to resist change; a lot. As long as it’s working and working well, why bother to reinvent the wheel? I take the same route into the office, have basically the same routine when getting ready for work and prefer to know rather than not know. Continue reading Resistance to change … it’s usually futile