Two years before my husband and I were married, I left to serve with a ministry for a year in South Africa. Young in our relationship, we hadn’t yet celebrated our birthdays together and planned a snowshoeing trip beneath the stars at Mount Seymour in lieu. In the weeks leading to this special faux birthday I listened carefully for his favourites.
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Yesterday I read two letters from fathers to gay sons that have been going viral.
The first letter (posted on Reddit) is from a father who disowning his son for being gay. “Don’t expect any further conversations from me. No communication at all. I will not come visit, nor do I want you in my house,” the father writes.
I always hoped I would be there to witness my baby’s first word.
It happened today. I was there.
But I missed it.
My parents-in-law are in town from Toronto, visiting us for 10 days. It’s great to have them with us because we only see them once or twice a year (not counting Skype video calls). Do you know the best thing about them being here?
Last weekend, after putting our baby to sleep, my wife and I had a chance to watch the movie “We bought a Zoo“. It was a fun and heartwarming movie about family and adventure. There were times in the movie that we laughed. There were times my wife cried (but not me, because I am a
coldhearted strong man). It was one of those movies that after you finish watching, your heart feels fuller and you are happy that you are alive.
“After the baby came, I haven’t had time to pray, read the Bible, journal, go to church, or attend small group. In fact, I barely have enough time to shower, let alone think about God!”
The older I get, the more I’m grateful for the family God has given me. For my 31st birthday, I want to tell them how proud I am of them and how much I love them. It seems cliché to say this, but I don’t tell them enough. [Warning, this post might seem a bit corny and sappy. Though with age, I don’t mind as much] So here are 31 reasons I’m proud of my family.