Jurnee has successfully completed 5 full days of kindergarten. She started last Wednesday and I have to be honest here, my eyes got filled with tears when we dropped her off that first. I blame allergies. At least that is what I told Miriam that, who happened NOT to fall for that. It was strange because Jurnee was in preschool last year for 4 days a week, but dropping her off at Kindergarten seemed completely different. She was walking though the same doors as the "bigger" kids. She didn't want me to walk with her to the door on the second day because she is now a "big girl." Boom! What was that that just hit me in my chest? Was that the elusive heart that my lovely bride tells me I don't have? I think it was. Now listen, I have served in the military, I have been to the desert, I have been randomly shot at (at least I think it was random), I have been strong when others have been weak. I have been the first to volunteer for difficult tasks and the last to leave. But nothing, and I repeat, NOTHING, took me down more then hearing those words leave the mouth of my little princess. I have been outnumbered in fights and still that seemed easier then letting go of my little girls hand to watch her walk through her classroom door.
God is an amazing God. He knew that I needed a daughter to soften this beating thing in my chest that keeps me alive. God knew what he was doing when he brought me and Miriam together. I am not a perfect man, but I serve a perfect God. I need to remind myself everyday that it's not the days in my life that will matter when I die, but what I do in those days that will matter. I need to take advantage of the time I have now with Jurnee because it won't be like this for long.
In Him
I am nothing more than a man, who loves Jesus and recognizes that I am nothing without Him. I created this blog mainly for my children to read when they are older. This blog is kind of like my journal for my children. I do hope that at least one other person will be encouraged by my writings and will soon give their life over to our Creator and follows the example of Christ. I pray this because I realized my ways were sending me to HELL..In a hand basket.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
YOU HYPOCRITE!
hy·poc·ri·sy həˈpäkrəsē/ noun the practice of claiming to have moral standards or beliefs to which one's own behavior do...
-
Passion is just another word for emotional. My work mama, Pammy, taught me that. So what do you get passionate about? When I was younger I w...
-
Sometimes I can say things that can make an entire room feel uncomfortable. Whether the discussion is about marriage, kids, work, money...
-
I love the Fresh Prince and Jazzy Jeff. I could sing, and probably still can, every song they made. One of the first songs I memorized ...
No comments:
Post a Comment