When God blessed us with three sons, I sometimes wonder if He failed to equip us with the nerves and patience to be their parents. But in His own timing, He has gently reminded us that His strength is perfected in weakness. We find God in the waiting. This week, that reminder was uncomfortably real. ◊♦◊ I was sitting in my upstairs office listening to the normal noise of our house before dinner. The kids’ feet echoed on the hardwood floor […]
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Confessions of a Wimpy White Boy
When our twins were born five-weeks premature, there was a phrase going around the intensive care unit that wasn’t very becoming. To describe the condition of their underdeveloped lungs, the nurses would often use the phrase, “Wimpy white boys.” I hated that phrase. My sons weren’t wimpy, they were strong, fighting to breathe. But their condition kept us in the neonatal intensive care unit for nearly four weeks. Looking back on those days is difficult, not because of the contraptions […]