A few years ago I decided to put a game table in my den. I was thrilled when I found the exact one I wanted on clearance.
I bought the table and stocked the den cabinet near the table with games galore. Oh I had such fantastic visions of my children sitting around this table playing games, assembling puzzles, and bonding in ways that would be the delight of their childhood memories.
Well...
The kids would rather sit on the floor to play games. Not one person has the least bit of interest in puzzles despite my nagging about the wonderful things they do for the brain. And the only memory my very competitive kids will probably have about our game time will be who smashed whose record and who dared cry about it.
That's family bonding at its finest y'all.
So, back to the table.
It has become yet another useless but pretty part of my decor.
Until yesterday.
Art has decided that this would be the perfect spot for the family computer. You know those things with unsightly plastic encasings, chords galore, and accessories that match nary a thing in my house.
Hmfffff.
Oh miss prissy can get her undergarments all in a wad over such things.
That is until (rub her halo) Holly reminded me what a great thing it is that Art is so concerned about the Internet integrity of our home that he wants the computer out in the open at all times.
As soon as she said this, my heart jumped.
You see, I grew up most of my life with a Dad who didn't care.
Not a bit.
Then my mom married my stepfather and I caught a glimpse of what a Father is supposed to be. And I prayed that I'd marry a man much like my stepfather.
What an answer to prayer Art is.
If only I'll make the choice to see that answer to prayer and not get caught up in the lesser things of life.
He's a father who doesn't care about plastic encasings but does care about what fills the hearts and minds of his children.
He's a father who doesn't care about chords dangling here and there but does care about keeping the addictive entanglements of sin away from his children.
He's a father who doesn't care about unmatching accessories but does care about having kids whose actions match their Christian convictions.
So, while I may never have the game table of my dreams- I did get something else so much better.
Sometimes it's really good when Miss Prissy gets overruled.
I bought the table and stocked the den cabinet near the table with games galore. Oh I had such fantastic visions of my children sitting around this table playing games, assembling puzzles, and bonding in ways that would be the delight of their childhood memories.
Well...
The kids would rather sit on the floor to play games. Not one person has the least bit of interest in puzzles despite my nagging about the wonderful things they do for the brain. And the only memory my very competitive kids will probably have about our game time will be who smashed whose record and who dared cry about it.
That's family bonding at its finest y'all.
So, back to the table.
It has become yet another useless but pretty part of my decor.
Until yesterday.
Art has decided that this would be the perfect spot for the family computer. You know those things with unsightly plastic encasings, chords galore, and accessories that match nary a thing in my house.
Hmfffff.
Oh miss prissy can get her undergarments all in a wad over such things.
That is until (rub her halo) Holly reminded me what a great thing it is that Art is so concerned about the Internet integrity of our home that he wants the computer out in the open at all times.
As soon as she said this, my heart jumped.
You see, I grew up most of my life with a Dad who didn't care.
Not a bit.
Then my mom married my stepfather and I caught a glimpse of what a Father is supposed to be. And I prayed that I'd marry a man much like my stepfather.
What an answer to prayer Art is.
If only I'll make the choice to see that answer to prayer and not get caught up in the lesser things of life.
He's a father who doesn't care about plastic encasings but does care about what fills the hearts and minds of his children.
He's a father who doesn't care about chords dangling here and there but does care about keeping the addictive entanglements of sin away from his children.
He's a father who doesn't care about unmatching accessories but does care about having kids whose actions match their Christian convictions.
So, while I may never have the game table of my dreams- I did get something else so much better.
Sometimes it's really good when Miss Prissy gets overruled.
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