Sunday Mornings are as busy as you might expect for a Children’s Pastor that is responsible for three services at church. One of the ways that I get a head start on what can be a long day is to get up and out of the house as early as possible. My wife rises much later and dresses the kids (after I’ve ironed their clothes the night before…), and meets me for the 8:30am service.
A few weeks ago I told my oldest son, Ryan, that if he got himself out of bed early and dressed himself that I would take him with me on a Sunday morning. Two weeks have passed without another word being said about it. Then yesterday morning I come out of my bedroom before 7:00am to see my two boys frantically trying to put on their church clothes. It seems they got up and got entirely dressed for church, but failed to realize that their church clothes were laid out in the living room. So they were changing out of their OU Sooner jerseys and soccer shorts to put on the new clothes. They looked at me so disappointed, like I wouldn’t take them since they weren’t ready. Of course I helped them get ready, and before the sun came up my boys and I headed to church.
These kids are 6 and 4 years of age, and the thought they they went to all that trouble just to spend some early morning Daddy time with me has totally blown me away. I can’t stop thinking about how disappointed they were that they weren’t ready, and started to tear up that I would just leave them there because they were not totally dressed. I’m sure I could come up with some super-spiritual point, but I’m not. I just wanted to say that I sure love these boys of mine, and I might have never been prouder they were mine.