The last few months have been an amazing time for me. It has been filled with many challenges and life changes. Many frustrations and many victories. I have written before about revival. Sometimes it happens quickly through a particular situation or event. Sometimes it comes gradually with much thought and effort.
I love being a father. I love watching my kids learn, grow, and overcome fears. Spending time with my dad in his last couple of months has helped me realize how important that time is with my kids. I hear people say “I don’t spend much time with my kids because they/I am too busy, but it is the quality that counts, not the quantity.”
There are a lot of common, popular sayings out there that just simply are not true. They have been put into place to make us feel better about our failures. I believe this saying is one of those. Yes, the quality of time is important, but the higher the quantity, the higher the quality. My dad was a busy man between his job and his role in church leadership. But I remember him spending hours with me playing basketball, throwing the baseball, and even playing soccer. I remember many nights as a family, sitting around the table playing cards, laughing, and having fun. I have many memories of times with my dad. I am very thankful that my dad believed in quantity time.
So as I finish with this chapter of my life and am no longer caring for my parents, I look forward to the new chapter and reinvesting that time and energy into my kids. Revival is a great thing. Often it does not come overnight, but over time. A period of rest. A period of renewing. A period of change. But it always brings about some change and personal growth. I love being a dad. I loved my dad.
-Curtis
A time and season for everything. Sometimes we feel we are burdened by the time we must spend on our kids or our spouse or our friends or our parents, etc. But it seems the ones we invest extra effort on out of obligation, the ones that we put before ourselves, even though sometimes tiring or aggravating and even the ones we have to reach inside ourselves to pull out special love, those are the ones we miss the most…when they grow up or move or die.
I love all the Primates in your photo!
Thank you for the thoughts.
Wanda
Thanks. I thought the “Primates” was pretty appropriate for all my little monkeys.