I took a drive today through the town that I grew up in. Both my daughters, a 5 month old and 3 year old, were asleep in the backseat and I had some time to explore the places of great memory. It was raining today, a cold post-thanksgiving day. I drove by the house I lived in during High-School. No doubt many recollections flooded my mind. Mowing the lawn, sitting on the roof outside my bedroom in the middle of the night, getting the mail, eating dinners… Maybe most of all I remembered Christmas in that house. The electric candles that used to be in the windows, the smell of the natural Christmas tree that used to sit in that living room, and all the times with family eating pot roast, turkey and ham, drinking coffee at 10pm and watching the 1950’s version of Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. Great memories of our lives lie in all these hidden corners and nooks of our history- the dwellings we once inhabited, and the places our minds wander often.
But even though I have despicable human moments, I get snuggles from my oldest daughter daily. I have a marriage to a woman I’m madly in love with and attracted to- going on 12 years. We sing to our daughters every night. We talk about Jesus often. Not the fake religious Jesus that expects perfection, but the One that forgives us in our humanity when we believe and trust in Him, and the Pne who continually improves us from the soul to the exterior!
On Facebook i portray myself as Mr. family loving, super spiritual, rock n’ roller man. But inside my guts I’m one who struggles with being flaky and impetuous. I stink with details. I have a short temper and am bad with patience, but God is working on me. I still get mad enough and stressed out enough to hit a wall occasionally, or be short and rude to my wife or daughters.