Today my first born was…first born.

I had no idea what I was doing, and I’m still pretty much winging it, but I’ll never forget the joy I felt when I held him in my arms. It was the first time I felt a real weight of responsibility. Along the way there have been struggles and trials; he’s almost killed me and I’ve almost killed him. That’s just all part of the process they tell me.

Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward.
Psalm 127:3

David writes that children are a special gift given directly from God. Having them, bringing them up, watching them become young men and eventually men who will have children of their own…it is its own reward. Today Jack is eleven and seeing him today I feel the same sense of responsibility and reward that I felt when I held him in that Memphis hospital, with my red razorback shirt, my beautiful head of hair and sideburns, and a wife that wouldn’t stop crying over him.

She’s probably crying right now.