Happy Chinese New Year!
Two things I thought was worth sharing.
1. I am still working on my rule of life- living like an urban monk. It is definitely a work in progress. I wondered today if I should be crafting a rule that revolves around bringing Sunday to the rest of the week. See every Sunday, I sabbath (blackberry is off and no work). I go to church and I am invigorated and inspired by what I hear. I sit there at church and think about the application of these sermons in my regular life. Then Monday comes and work gets busy and I forget everything until next Sunday. As you know, I am all about baby steps. Last week, I heard a speaker talk about how you can be a missionary at work. He gave us a top ten list of things to do. I tried to do some of the things on the list during the week. Felt good. The question is, how can I make every day, Sunday?
2. Today was daddy daughter sports day. After church, I took Rhys to the Canucks superskills event at Roger's Arena. After that we walked across the street and watched some World Cup qualifying women's soccer. I find that my daughter does not have the greatest attention span for sports. At times, she seemed more interested in the popcorn and playing hide and seek behind the chairs. But at the end of the day when I asked her if she had a good time. She said, "I had a great time today daddy, you are the best daddy in the whole world!" Now for those of you that are close to June and I, there has been very little doubt that Rhys is a daddy's girl. I know it, June knows it. It is farely blatant. Even so, this girl seems to be teaching me more than I am teaching her. I think about how she adores me, loves to spend time with me, can't wait for me to come home and I wonder to myself: Is my daughter teaching me a lesson on what love is? Do I feel the same way toward my own dad? Of my heavenly father. Can I be like my 3 year old and love God with such emotion. Do I treat my daily devotion time like a chore? When my father calls to nag about me not owning property or working too hard after my recovery, do I just brush him off or do I take time out of my day for my parents. Not just the leftover time or convenient time. There was a tv show that was called, Are You Smarter than a 5th grader. I wonder if I am smarter than a preschooler. She seems to have it all together, except for an occasional peeing in the pants. I know that today, I was taught a lesson in love. I used to say to her, "no matter if you are good or bad, I will always love you." Now she says to me," No matter if I am a good girl or bad girl, I will always love you daddy." Haha. Faith like a child, love like a child...
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