Which Compass Today?

It's no surprise to anyone who has known me for any length of time that I'm moody. Mood's come and go as often as I change clothes or television channels and without warning or reasons. When I told my parents that I was getting married my Dad's immediate response was, "Does she know how moody you are?" We've been married now over seven years but he was right to be worried about that part of my character.

I liked to use the excuse that as an artist I my personality was dominated by my emotions, this was just part of the "artist package personality." I've come to realize that even though my capacity for mood swings are still present they don't have to dominate my responses. Like everything else in my life, I have a choice to submit to a greater authority. Which sort of leads me to what I've been thinking about today.

Prayer Of Apology

Sitting here thinking,
How many times I've hurt you
You absorbed the cruelest daggers
You chose to forget them all

Rebellion were my clothes of choice
Anarchy, not faith ran through my blood
Why did I run from Your love of ages?
What deception plagued my true sight?

Schedule Wars

My wife and I had another discussion last night regarding how we plan our children's summer schedule. What prompted this discussion (yes, this is a code word for what every married couple on the planet knows is an argument) was how children (not just ours) act during this time of year.

My wife (who should have been a beatnick) feels like summer is the time to let kids be kids before the responsibilities of adulthood conform them to faceless numbers like it does everyone else. I agree with part of that argument (the letting them have more fun part) but I feel there are several problems with totally embracing that view.

Gratitude

Just a quick post about something that I believe all of us parents struggle with and that is scheduling our time. Time for our children, time for our career, time for ministries, (the first draft I typed mistresses) time for your spouse (who I love more than life itself), time for yourself and time with God. I've noticed that when I'm dividing my focus between my daughter and something else she will look at me and say, "Daddy, both eyes on me." This is her not so subtle way of saying that I need to be with her fully in that moment, not pretending to care and trying to accomplish something else.