I am still just as bad as my kids. Yes, I love my kids to death, but they do crazy stuff…well, it is crazy to me but unbelievable to them, even though I proved today that I am just like them.

Like today…going to my study spot and I see something that looks like fresh tar, so like any of my kids would do…I press down into it to find out that indeed…it is fairly fresh and now it is all over the bottom of my shoe (the right one…brown sketchers in case you are a shoe freeeeeek like me). Now it is probably still full of grass, crabapples (I step on them all day as I walk and think in the prayer garden at my study spot) pebbles, and a stray dead ant or 2 I am sure.

It made me think that as a Father I love to do the things that I was not allowed to do as a kid. You know, the same stuff I yell at them for doing. I should laugh at their youthful curiosity, but I am too busy and stressed to do that usually.

Wonder what God does in our moments where we do stuff that we know is off keel a bit? Does he laugh, does he help us see the error in our ways, does he send a lighting bolt or something? Weird question I know…and you are thinking like me…It all depends on if we stepped in tar or in well, shall we call it excrement?

Anyway…one thing I do know is He still loves me just like I love my kids…because you all know that after you get upset with the kids, you and your wife go laugh about it and remember those times more than any other time about your kids. Glad I have a great Dad who knows all about me, who knows when I rise and fall, when I sit down and when I step out…

Happy stepping.