I’m (Evan) not an early riser,
but these days I’m up at 7am.
I’m no home-body,
but lately I’m home by 7pm.
I am a bit selfish,
but now I think of myself less.
I’m changing as a result of my mini me.
Some changes came suddenly,
like learning that “paci” equals “peace”
and “Please” actually means, “Get over here now!”
Other changes have grown on me,
like learning to make my son giggle
and what makes my Mrs. a stress ball.
But I have this staring problem still.
I haven’t been able to shake it.
It’s as if his little face were Leonardo’s “Mona Lisa” or Michelangelo’s “David.”
I can’t help but linger there, and enjoy him.
Maybe it’s because he looks a lot like me or shares my last name.
Or maybe it’s something more.
Something anchored deep down inside of me.
Like the Lord etched my identity there with a simple word,
It’s been there since I became a “Child.”
A child of the King,
adopted at the age of 18 into God’s forever family.
I was immediately drawn to tiny people with their tiny eyes and tiny fingers.
They drew me in with their big smiles, their big hearts and their big needs.
I wanted to not just befriend them.
I wanted to “Father” them.
Teaching, leading, and providing for them became my aim.
Now the mission is the same but so very different.
It’s more permanent, more consequential.
I’m a real Dad with a real son.
This new reality isn’t an inconvenience,
it’s an invitation.
To something much more challenging and demanding than any task I’ve ever faced.
But I know who etched “Father” into my soul all those years ago.
I also know where He guides, He provides.
He is far more capable of producing a son that will rock the world than I am.
Thankfully He has given me a blueprint to follow.
I look to His word, His people, and His voice to be my mentor.
It turns out I’m not the only one with a staring problem.
God can’t keep his eyes off of me.
He knows how to make me giggle
and he will be there for me all hours of the night.
Which is good because this being a “Father” thing will most definitely bring me to tears too.
And now I need my Father in Heaven more than ever.
I’m not the best Father,
but I know the one who is.
And that makes all the difference.