The Brotherhood of the Second Cross was established on Father’s Day 2005 where 160 men stood before their wives and children to pledge themselves to purity, self-sacrifice, loyalty, and excellence. Today, hundreds more have joined the commitment.
Yesterday my kids posted another picture of my granddaughter on Facebook, a habit I’m very glad they have developed. Since seeing her in person requires a couple thousand miles of travel, pictures and FaceTime technology are the life blood of her grandmother and I.
I have to admit that yesterday’s picture was a great one. I mean, they all are, but this one was immediately copied to my iPhone wallpaper. In fact, I have found myself staring at that picture quite often over the past two days. You see, as I look at that little 2 1/2 year old as she stands in line to share her show-and-tell at the local library, I see so much in her expression–pride, confidence, a little nervousness, and the satisfaction of knowing she’s engaged in big girl stuff. I see all that and find myself smiling and wishing I was there to cheer her on.
And so I have done what other grandparents often do. I’ve showed the picture to my friends. They’re kind enough to say “how cute” with a seemingly sincere enthusiasm, and I appreciate that. But I don’t think they see all that I see. I don’t think they try to read her little mind or imagine how amazing it was when her turn to share took place. They like the picture, but I see so much more and love so much more and a bunch of other so much mores.
Why? Because no child brings me joy like that little girl. She’s mine–MY granddaughter being raised by MY kids and I couldn’t be more proud of her. And it feels good to feel this way.
That’s my point today. As husbands, and dads, and granddads, and uncles, and brothers, we need to take pleasure in those God has given us to love. We need to take time to stare at those pictures or wrap our arms around those little shoulders or just take time to rejoice in these greatest blessings of our lives.
We have insight into their lives that others don’t possess. We know their hearts in ways others can’t see. We know their value in a manner that others have yet to discover, and we need to celebrate that knowledge and do all we can to help others see it. How sad to be so consumed with “making a life” for our families that we fail to rejoice in what we’re working for.
Celebrate those you love today. Find a way to let them hear or feel the pride they bring to your life. Use your arms or your iPad to let them know how glad you are that they are yours. It’ll probably make their day, but I guarantee it will make yours.