Making Memories

No matter what life throws your way, you’ve got to seize the moments God gives you. These days, I can only do about 25% of what I used to—but even still, I don’t dwell on what I can’t do. I choose to keep striving, doing what I can, while I can.

I pray my boys see a faith that is real, even when the flesh is weak. I pray they see a father who deeply cares, even if I can’t always do the physical things I wish I could with them. Most of all, I pray they feel that I’m present—not just out there helping others, but here, with them.

Yes, I may be many people’s pastor, but God first called me to be a husband and a father. My family is—and must always be—my primary ministry. The healthier we are as a family, the more genuinely we can minister to others.

A few times each year, we step away—thanks to my wife Aimee’s travel agency. Ministry is a 7-days-a-week calling, so when I can get away, my family gets my full, undivided attention. And every time we do, God refills my cup. I’m reminded again and again: life is short—and making memories together truly matters.

Psalm 90:10, 12 (NIV)
“Our days may come to seventy years, or eighty, if our strength endures; yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away…
Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.”

*Me and my little Faith Walker — who’s not so little anymore.