At some point when your pregnant, really really pregnant (if you have the joy), you'll walk down the street and catch a glimpse of someone in a window. No Way you'll say to yourself, in disbelief that the person in the window is a reflection of you. Way. You've become huge - ginormous- to the point that it's hard to believe that side view is yours.
I've been three months unoccupied and recently did a jaw drop in the mirror. I had been thinking and praying over you, and big beau. Praying over all the virtues I desire God to foster in you, praying about your weaknesses, praising Him for your strengths, when slowly something happened. I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror and the reflection startled me. See my chief goal in this journey of parenthood is to please Christ. Not you. Not the world. Just Christ. But there's a problem with that, He wants me to change, not just you. He's at least as much concerned with how I'm doing as He is with how you're doing. Rats. With that, I'm trying to change that mirror image I'm seeing, for the better. Here is a list of my goals for today, tomorrow, and the entire unforeseeable future:
