I try not to bring work home. I think most of us try not to, especially as parents. I avoid checking email, answering texts or phone calls, and many times I just turn my phone off altogether.
Last night, however, I got one of those calls that demanded I run upstairs and try and find a quiet room.
Eva’s room was the only one open, until I noticed she was coloring in the corner. I gave her the elaborate, frantic hand-signals that allowed her the option of leaving as I commandeered her space, but she was content to stay put.
Eventually she did have to leave to go check on a screaming brother. But in her wake she left a note:
Nice job Dad, doing your job!
Positively or negatively, when those closest to us declare something as to our virtue, it makes the crowd’s voice irrelevant. Despite whatever came from that phone call, I had just won the jackpot in my daughter’s eyes. And I took it to the bank.
If God used words to create the world and everything in it, and we are made in his image, be wise with your words today: create something meaningful in someone else.























For My Lurkers
My kids love a good story. They hunker down in our bed and get all sorts of excited.
They lurk in the covers.
And every day hundreds of you stop by this site and lurk. Waiting for a good story or an interesting takeaway.
You’ve made this a destination in your day. And I’m honored. I may not know you, or maybe we met once somewhere in the world, or maybe you’re from my home town. But no matter the case, I love that we get to do this each day together.
So for all those of you who read faithfully but never leave a comment, this post is just for you. My Lurkers. Thank you for reading. I may not know your names, but Google tells me when you’re here. ch: