Picture Day

imageToday for the boys is picture day. When I was a little boy I always thought picture day was weird. Mom would always make sure I was properly dressed, my hair was combed, and my face was clean. I was always given instructions to smile nice for the camera. I never knew why it was such a big deal.

Now as a dad I can understand where my mom was coming from and I love her for it. We give these pictures out to different family members for various gifts. It’s kind of like our way of saying here you go guys, gaze upon our great looking kids with wonder and awe. I don’t want my kids to make their “funny” faces, have food everywhere, or stains on their shirts.

All kidding aside, I just want a nice picture. Not because I want to place a burden on my kids, but because I want to show people that the kids are doing great. I want people to have a picture in their minds that we are doing alright as a family. That we got it together.

Psalms 122:7
Peace be within your walls and security within your towers!

I asked myself a question: if my kids have a funny face for their picture will it really be that big of a deal? It’s who they are. I need to stop putting my kids in a frame and start letting myself think of the big picture. My kids have awesome personalities and one photo can’t capture everything they are or will be. I believe God doesn’t just put us in one picture and say that’s who we are. I believe he enjoys what makes the picture.

Ask yourself this question dads. Am I worrying about the picture or am I taking the time to enjoy what makes the picture in the first place?

May God bless you Dads!

-Donald

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Mr. Fix it

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As men we like to fix things. It may be a shower handle, a car engine, or a wooden deck. We also like to fix things that may not be physical such as relationships, situations, or attitudes.  If you are like me you can fix a furnace filter, a light bulb, or any battery for any toy imaginable.  But if we can’t fix something we pay someone who can. It’s what we do.

So what happens when you can’t fix something? Where do we turn?

When my daughter was born a little over 2 years ago I learned real fast that I had nowhere to turn except Jesus. My wife had a c-section and when my daughter came out I was extremely excited. I mean, I had 2 boys already, but now I had my little girl. Dads that have daughters will know what I’m talking about.

The nurses laid her down and started checking her out, I’m snapping pictures, everything’s great. Then I notice my little girl isn’t breathing right. The nurses put one of those breathing masks on her face and her chest changed color. Little side note, I’m colorblind and didn’t know that she was grayish in color. Her chest turned a pinkish color, which is the color she was suppose to be. Now I started to panic.

The nurses called to the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU) and said to prepare a room and then they, my little girl, and I were rushed there. I stood by while 3 nurses started poking all sorts of wires, tubes, and monitors to her little body while a doctor watched. Part of me wanted to tell them to stop hurting her, stop shoving things down her throat, and to be more gentle with her, she’s new. But I knew they were doing what they needed to help her breath correctly.

Seeing my daughter struggling for air and knowing there was absolutely nothing I could do to help fix her, I broke down. I went to the corner of the room and started balling my eyes out. One of the nurses yelled at me, “She’s going to be ok! She’s ok!” I said, “I know, just do your thing, I don’t want to get in the way.” Great now the nurse is focusing on me instead of my little girl.

After getting her stabilized and breathing correctly the nurses started to explain what was going on with my girl. One of her lungs was full of her own baby feces or impacted and she wasn’t able to process oxygen out of that lung. So they put tubes into her lung to try and drain the feces out while trying to help her breath. They said she would most likely be in the NICU for about 3 weeks until all the feces was out of her lung.

As I looked at my little girl, lying there with wires everywhere not knowing how long she was going to be in the NICU, I broke down again because I couldn’t fix her. Nothing in my power could heal her. I could do nothing. It was the most helpless feeling I’ve ever had as a dad.

I will say this, I’m glad I did have one guy in my corner, Jesus. I prayed for my girl like I’d never prayed before. I have never been so focused on praying for anything in my life. I had people from my church come by and pray and offer support. We had family in town that took care of my 2 boys. Looking back I know Jesus was comforting me and my family through a time of uncertainty.

The next day the doctor came to talk to us how my little girl was doing. He said all the feces was out of her lung! Wait, what did you just say?! The doctor then said, and I quote, “It’s a miracle. That doesn’t happen in a day.” All the nurses were saying the same thing. I just smiled and said, “That’s because I have a great God named Jesus.” My girl left the hospital on the 3rd day! Yes Jesus is a great God!

Matthew 15:30
And great crowds came to him, bringing with them the lame, the blind, the crippled, the mute, and many others, and they put them at his feet, and he healed them.

I learned that putting my hope in Jesus was the best thing I could do for my family. In those times when I can’t fix it, He can. If he could do a miracle for my little girl, imagine what he will do in the future for my family. Imagine what he will do for you in your family. Jesus healed my little girl, and for that I’m forever grateful.

Dad’s put your faith in the real Mr. fix it, Jesus!

-Donald

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