A Father’s Dying Wish

Yesterday we read the account of a loving father who upon realizing that his days on this earth were numbered, gathered his sons together to counsel them one last time.  His dying wish was for his sons that were righteous to be steadfast in their ways, and for his sons that weren’t to turn their lives around.

As I reflected on the last wishes of this father, my thoughts were drawn not only to my own father but also to my sons.  Like the father in this account, my father has guided his children through calm as well as some pretty rough waters and has remained unwavering in his love for us. So when that time comes, will my father leave this world in peace knowing that his children are good people?  Or will his mind be troubled about some of us?  Have we turned out the way he’d hoped?

On the other hand (not to sound morbid or anything like that), if it was me on my deathbed, what would my last wishes for my sons be?   I know that I too want them to be honorable and righteous in the sense that they’ll always try to do the right thing, treating others as they would want to be treated, and to be happy.  I want them to be rich and successful too of course, and to be loved deeply and faithfully and to love that special someone the same way.  I want all that for my sons but mostly I want them to be happy and to be good men.

I’m sure that every father and mother wish the same for their children, we all want our sons and daughters to be honest men and women.  In other words, to do what we’ve tried to teach them. But what if they don’t?  What if our teenagers and adult children follow a different path?  What if their choices make them less than the kind of men or women we’d hoped they’d be?

I’m not talking about expecting and raising our kids to be doctors and they end up an artist or something else.  That’s not an issue at all as far as I’m concerned.  Our children should be able to choose what it is that they want to become when they grow up.  I’m asking what a parent can and should do when their son or daughter is like the rebellious sons in the account we read yesterday.

Like this wise father, we can and should continue to love our children.  We can and should continue to counsel them when they’re ready to hear us, and most importantly, never give up on them.  And when we feel as if we can’t do this anymore or give them yet another chance, remember that we too were given and continue to be given many chances!

The Simple Life

It’s times like these I find myself yearning for the simple life. Life just gets too hectic, too crazy at times. I’m sure just about everyone feels like this once in awhile. We are always on the go. We take care of our kids, making sure they get where they need to get to, and be where they want to be. Many of us work either full time or part time on top of that. We have family responsibilities, community responsibilities, church responsibilities, and everything else in between. It’s enough to make one want to run away to the idyllic paradise that is depicted so often in novels and in the movies.

But does such a paradise exist? Do I really want that kind of life? Probably not. Maybe we can live that way for a couple of weeks, a few months even but a whole lifetime? I don’t think so. I’d probably go raving mad from boredom. I think the responsibilities that we have gives us purpose in life. It may drive us crazy but it also helps to focus our energies so that we’re not wandering aimlessly around.

However, there are many things we can do to simplify life. Cut out all the unnecessary things that we do and each of us gets to define and decide what those things are. In my case, one easy way to simplify my life is to stop overscheduling our kids. Not too long ago, there were involved in a variety of sports, one after another. Since we have 3 boys this meant that we were constantly on the go, sometimes running around like mad trying to get from one son’s event to another. There were days when we had to drop one son off at his practice, and then break speed limits to get another to his game clear at the other end of town. When one sport ended, another started so there was no break whatsoever. Spring, Winter, Summer, Fall, it didn’t matter. There was a sport for each and every season.

Our solution? We had the boys choose only two sports each, instead of the three they were doing before. One son decided he really only wanted to do just one sport that he really loved, and be really involved in our youth and scouting programs at Church. Between three boys there is still a lot of shuffling around but believe me, it’s a lot easier and we actually have some days and weekends when no one has to be anywhere but home.

So sometimes when we find ourselves getting bogged down and wishing for the simple life, the solution may be as simple as simplifying the life that you already have. Paradise is right where you are if you make it so!