this is so good…please read!

a friend sent me this message in an email today.  what a great reminder and encouragement.  funny how i was *just* thinking about this and i came to check my email, and this was there.  what a great confirmation in my heart.  thanks Lord.  

by Max Lucado

Quiet heroes dot the landscape of our society. They don’t wear ribbons
or kiss trophies; they wear spit-up and kiss boo-boos. They don’t make
the headlines, but they do sew the hemlines and check the outlines and
stand on the sidelines. You won’t find their names on the Nobel Prize
short list, but you will find their names on the homeroom, carpool, and
Bible teacher lists.

They are parents, both by blood and deed, name and calendar. Heroes. News
programs don’t call them. But that’s okay. Because their kids do .
They call them Mom. They call them Dad. And these moms and dads, more
valuable than all the executives and lawmakers west of the Mississippi,
quietly hold the world together.

Be numbered among them. Read books to your kids. Play ball while you can
and they want you to. Make it your aim to watch every game they play, read
every story they write, hear every recital in which they perform.

Children spell love with four letters: T-I-M-E. Not just quality time, but
hang time, downtime, anytime, all the time. Your children are not your
hobby; they are your calling.

Your spouse is not your trophy but your treasure.

Don’t pay the price David paid. Look ahead to his final hours. To see
the ultimate cost of a neglected family, look at the way our hero dies.

David is hours from the grave. A chill has set in that blankets can’t
remove. Servants decide he needs a person to warm him, someone to hold him
tight as he takes his final breaths.

Do they turn to one of his wives? No. Do they call on one of his children?
No. They seek “for a lovely young woman throughout all the territory of
Israel . and she cared for the king, and served him; but the king did
not know her” (1 Kings 1:3-4).

I suspect that David would have traded all his conquered crowns for the
tender arms of a wife. But it was too late. He died in the care of a
stranger, because he made strangers out of his family.

But it’s not too late for you.

Make your wife the object of your highest devotion. Make your husband the
recipient of your deepest passion. Love the one who wears your ring.

And cherish the children who share your name.

Succeed at home first.

> > From Facing Your Giants
> > Copyright (W Publishing Group, 2006) Max Lucado


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