Good night my sweet child, Rest your weary head. May the Lord bless and keep you. May the Lord grant you peace. You are my sweet child and I love you dear, but you are a child of God and He loves you even more. I cannot always see you but Jesus is always near. So rest my sweet child and dream good dreams – may they be filled with joy. And one more thing, as you drift off to your sleepy land, Your Daddy in heaven has defeated the one who would harm you. So do not fear the darkness for Jesus is your nightlight. So good night my sweet child and rest. You are in good hands.
Father God, a new year of school is here and students are returning to the classroom. So much excitement. So much apprehension. Please hear my prayer as our kids resume. There will be reading and writing and arithmetic too. Spelling, science and all things new. There will be friends and lunch and games galore. There will be all of that and so much more. Routines will be changing. Schedules will get busy. Sometimes all of this can make one feel dizzy. So, Father God, hear my prayer, and bless our children here and there. Bless their teachers. Bless their year. Guide them so they will not fear. Keep them safe, Lord, every busload. Bless all drivers who share the road. Bless our children here and now. May this year cause them to say “Wow!” Amen 🙂
The following chalk art was created by my imaginative 6-year-old daughter. It used to adorn the sidewalk in front of our home. Knowing that the lawn sprinklers would soon wash this masterpiece away, I made sure this was digitally preserved. This artwork, from the heart of a 6-year-old, inspired the following poem. To God be the glory!
Through death to Life, You give me hope. Through dark to light. I can now cope. For the cross rises above this broken world and life rises from within. I now have hope and strength for through Jesus Christ eternal life now begins. The sun shines, The flower blooms, Oh Lord my God my final place is not the tomb. And now my heart leaps for joy, I just can not contain it. My face radiates with love, Something that will never quit. So may the cross brightly shine, A hope for the world to see. My sins have been wiped away. That is Your loving decree.
It’s hard to believe that my daughter is graduating from kindergarten. It feels like just yesterday that I first held her in my arms. And now I blinked my eyes and here I am — my little girl growing up. I am afraid to blink again because then it will be high school graduation, then college graduation, then her wedding day, etc. I’m not ready for that. Where are the tooth picks to hold my eyes open? I don’t want to blink again.
The following is a poem I wrote in honor of my daughter’s special day…
Here we are, my little one, This first year is sadly done. You have grown up oh so fast, Time has flown by right on past.
I am very proud of you, You’ve worked so hard, that is true. Numbers, shapes and letters too, Reading stories you can do.
What is next, God only knows, In His love He always shows. Bright and shining star you are, God will use you near and far.
Keep it up my little one, Your first year was lots of fun. Now it’s First Grade, here we come, A shining light you’ve become.
I thought I would share with you a portrait of myself drawn by my 6-year-old daughter. Notice my (out of season) Lenten stole (my daughter’s favorite color). Arms out-stretched (as I can be animated in the pulpit). And of course, “God is good“. Behind me is the cross (a very happy daddy here that my daughter included that). Apparently I am a ghost since I have no legs, but far be it from me to critique a 6-year-old’s artwork. I am not sure what the red is at the bottom. Maybe I am jumping out of the flames because the Holy Spirit is red hot that day. Who knows, but I love it. But the following is my favorite…
This one is titled (in her own words), “God’s radiance”. Yup, I like that. No further commentary needed.
During the week, I get the pleasure of waking up my children for school.
[I use the word “pleasure” very loosely here.]
Anyway, yesterday at 7 AM, I made my first attempt to wake up my 6-year-old daughter. There is usually protesting when I go in and so most mornings I end up giving her a couple extra minutes, but not yesterday. That morning was different. As I entered my daughter’s room, I noticed she was already in the process of sitting up. Maybe she heard me in the hall, I don’t know. Whatever the case, when I said, “Good morning sweetie.” She immediately reached out her arms and said, “Daddy“. I went over to her and she climbed into my waiting arms, buried her face into my chest and clung to me with everything she had. I reciprocated by wrapping my arms around her and carried her down stairs; enjoying the snuggle time. I could definitely handle that routine every morning. What a great start to the day. But regardless of the reception I get from my little girl in the morning, my love for her won’t waver.
Our heavenly Daddy also desires that routine every morning; waking up and immediately reaching out to Him in prayer saying, “Daddy“, and then falling into His loving arms. For you see, He loves you with an amazing love, even though you may protest and go to your phone first or the coffee pot or the refrigerator or whatever. Or maybe Daddy doesn’t even get a mention until later in the day. Whatever the case, His arms are waiting for you with an unconditional love that doesn’t make sense to this world.
Try it sometime. When you wake up in the morning, raise your arms and say, “Daddy” and then fall into His waiting arms. What a great way to start the day 🙂