Nerf football

It has been 4 years to the date of my Dad passing away. This one event that involved only one person but has impacted uncountable lives. I think the hardest thing is loosing memories and stories that I shared with my Dad.
Here is one that I hope I don't forget anytime soon.

I can remember in the backyard passing a Nerf football back and forth for hours after hours. There was a big oak tree my Dad would throw in front of and I would run behind loosing sight of the ball and when cleared the ball would be in the air and I would have to dive to catch the ball landing on the ground and getting grass stains all over my clothes. I can't count how many times we've done this after school until the sun went down but I can tell you one thing, everyone meant the world looking back. I pray that I can spend time with my children, one day, passing a football until it gets so dark we're forced to go inside. Thank you God for the simple times that mean so much.

Share your story of my Dad, I'd love to hear them.

PE Class

I have been talking with my high school kids at the end of each class this week about Good Friday.Questions from "Why do they call it good, if such bad things happened?" to "I thought they broke His legs?". You can imagine there has been good conversation and insight into this day. I brought them through step by step, from the flogging, beating, and finally the cross.

I have never really taken the time to study this on my own but after doing so I feel so ashamed of the pride I carry around. Each day I talked about the different sufferings of Jesus my heart began to weep and understand a little bit more about what God did for me personally. I think following Jesus is coming to terms with the fact that in some huge part I am responsible for his sufferings.

After my last high school class discussing the agony of the crucification the class went inside to change but one girl kind of dragged. I asked her what she was thinking and at first she couldn't put her hand on it. After a bit, she said in deep reflection a response that echoed what I have been feeling this whole week.

"It just touched my heart."