Why We Do…What We Do

3:00 AM came early this morning. I needed to catch an early flight and even though viewed through my current mental fog, I am fully aware of how long this day will be.
I tried sneaking out of the house, but stealth may not be my strong suit. Just ask the amazing woman that’s been experiencing what it’s like to be married to me the past month. Sorry sweetheart! (I said you’re amazing right?)

I tell myself that her sigh I heard, as I started my day, was temporary and quickly overwhelmed by her appreciation for a man that provides for our family. Then again I tell myself every day that I’m dynamic, good looking and going to regrow my hair at 40 yrs old. I may be overly optimistic, so I guess I’ll buy her more flowers this week!

One thing for sure though is, no matter how tired I am, I don’t dread work. I don’t drag myself out of the house and walk through the office with slumped shoulders. Work is a blessing and one that I hope I can teach my children to appreciate. A man should treat his task as an honor bestowed upon him by God. A God that perfectly designed us to be able to make a living with our mind, our hands and sometimes our strong will.
As fathers, we need to pass this on to our children. Let them grow up seeing us with sweat on our brow and a grin on our face at the same time.

I might not regrow my hair anytime soon but my daily declaration of how blessed I am to get to work for my wife, and now 4 little ones, sure seems to do wonders for my smile!

“A sluggard’s appetite is never filled, but the desires of the diligent are fully satisfied.”
‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭13:4‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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