For twenty-five years it held me in its grasp. Ever squeezing the life out of me, pornography was one of the greatest hurdles in my spiritual life to overcome. From the age of 8 years until the age of 33, I fought the demons and chose to lose often. Even after salvation at the age of 30, the temptations never left. In fact, I�m still tempted. Not a week goes by that at least once Satan doesn�t poke at me with this �fiery dart�.
Last year my dad died. Just recently I celebrated another birthday. My kids are growing faster than anyone else’s! Is it me or is this ride called “life” moving way too fast? One thing is for certain: the time I have to influence my family and those I work with is fleeting. The need for men to stand up and lead is greater than ever. That is why I bought this book
I’ve started hundreds of projects, begun dozens of books and committed a number of times to be a better man. Unfortunately, I’ve failed to finish many of those projects. The books are in various stages of reading and the commitments sadly seem to fall by the wayside. That’s where I was when I saw this book by Steve Farrar. As I read it, I realized that it was just what I needed.
I heard somewhere that if you want to be a spiritual giant, you need to have family devotions. All the great men of the faith did; at least that’s what everyone says. Apparently, they got up a couple of hours before dawn, gathered the family around the table, read the Scriptures for two hours, prayed for three, and then sang great hymns of the faith, while the children listened quietly as mice.
Hey Dad,
It’s bitterly cold outside, but spring is coming. I can hardly wait because I’m a ‘plant guy’. I like flowers, shrubs, ornamental grasses, and trees of all kinds.
This time of year, I eye the plants in my yard and see what their prospects are for the summer. I check the red twig dogwood branch for swelling buds, pull back the old growth from last year’s perennials to see tender shoots poking up, and blame the deer for nibbling the tips off my white pines.
Hey Dad,
The other night we had a no-holds-barred, rock’em-sock’em-pillow fight. It had been a while since our last battle and the kids had been begging for a re-match for weeks. They had worn me down. I had no excuses left. They had won.
Hey Dad,
It’s eleven o’clock in the morning. The kids are still in their pajamas, the house is a disaster, and my two-year-old has consumed an entire box of Ritz crackers. I wouldn’t be in this predicament if my wife hadn’t decided to get sick this morning.
At 6:30 A.M., she quietly announced that she felt terrible. Being the good husband that I am and the author of a weekly Familyman e-mail, I leaned over and said, “You just stay in bed and rest.” After all, how hard could it be to care for five kids and fit in a little homeschooling?
