To God's glory, I would like to share that the most favorite thing I enjoy doing is having Makenzie sleeping on my chest. Thanks Lynette for helping me realize that.

I am not trying to toot my own horn; I'm just sharing from the heart. I know that fathers can sympathize because they remember having the opportunity to do the same with their children, but for me it is a big deal because in my flesh I wouldn't really care about my daughter or anyone else but me. In my flesh, I wouldn't be able to stand my children because they require me to be less about me. I remember there was a time when I just wanted to football kick her (literally). She was a baby then and was crying and would not stop. I couldn't handle it. Given how bad my heart is when I get glimpses of it, I am totally surprised that children actually survive to become adults.

It really is a miracle performed by God that he can transform me to be totally into my people. Even as I share that, I feel the need to be more into Lynette. I thoroughly enjoy taking Makenzie downtown and walking around with her. We have a blast just hanging out and even though I am supposed to be the one enriching her, she is actually enriching me. She teaches me to be totally into her, play her games, and yell at cars she believes should stop. She insists that she cross the road without holding my hand.

Anyways, I don't really know where I am going with this; perhaps it is just an opportunity to share from the heart and thank God who works in us to change us into better people.

Thank God that he is merciful enough to overlook my heart and enable me to become someone who loves. And we still have much work to do.