A good friend commented the other day that he liked what we had been posting, but he felt he needed a challenge. Well I certainly hope to provide him plenty of challenges in the coming months. In this series the challenge is to believe, see, feel and then act on the truth that children are a blessing.
Children love fun, are fun and make you have fun. And just occasionally a picture says more than words.
It was too much to expect that I’d get the launch series right. There I was, happily thinking away how about how children bless me, including of course how they bless me by getting me to not think about me, when it hit me that the word me was turning up a little to often. So I’ve repented of my egocentric ways, and changed the title of the series a little to How Children Bless. I’ll still let you know how I’m blessed but I’ll also think about how they bless us all
My children bless me because they are an unyielding assault and siege against fortress self. Their attack has at least 3 dimensions. For the first, they don’t even have to do anything wrong, they just have to need.
Let’s get to the point. Children are a blessing, but it doesn’t always feel like it. And it’s true, they can be complicated, and it’s also true that it is sometimes much easier to put into words the things that are difficult (e.g. nappies, sleep, tantrums), than to put into words the joy they give.
