Every Thursday I go to crossroads church from 11:30 to 1 to a fathers midrash. What’s a fathers midrash? Simply put, it’s a group of fathers that come together to try and understand truth, found in the bible, on how God is calling us to lead our families. It has had a profound impact on my life to say the least. I look forward to going every week and it has revitalized the way I read scripture. The fathers midrash along with Story Formed Life have allowed me to see that the role of an intentional father is the most vital thing that exists in a family. I have always wanted to be a dad but I guess I never really knew why. Being a good dad to me meant providing for the family and teaching them about God. Although these are things I still strive for I have learned that there is much more to a fathers role than just provision and teaching. I am responsible for the vision, identity, and guidance of our family. If I don’t lead who else will?
So I know it looks like Thursdays can’t possibly be that bad, right? Well, they have a dark side. Every Thursday morning MaKenzie wakes up at 5ish a.m. It’s her early day to go to work and its a rough one for her. She’s tired when she gets home and has little energy to do much else than get ready for work on Friday. She has never complained once about her responsibilities and if I didn’t know her so well I would say the long hours didn’t bother her at all. However, I know Thursdays take a toll on her. Every Thursday is hard for me because I wish it was me going out to provide for the family. Feelings of failure creep in as I watch MaK leave in morning. It’s the hardest part of the week watching her go to work so tired wishing I could take away her burdens.
The final reason Thursdays are just not the same is because before we had Maebyn, Thursdays use to be “Hers Days”. Anyone who has a mild obsession with their dog/pet will get this… so, before kids were in the picture, every Thursday we celebrated our dog Beazy and her many redeeming qualities: excellent barking skills, ability to identify squirrels that occupy our property and her three cheats on death itself (hit by a car, fell out of a tree, swam half a lake… don’t worry I’ll cover these in a future post). One of her thousands of nicknames happens to be “Hers”. Ah, a perfect play on words. Thursday = HersDay. Weird, yeah we know. It was fun though and we had some great memories. Those days are now gone and our dog Beazy is appreciated more than celebrated. I don’t think she minds but when I look at our dog it’s just another reminder of how Thursdays are just not the same.
Happy HersDay everybody,