Our experiment in responsibility turned nine days old today. Nine days of less nagging (by us), whining (by them), and a whole lot more peace around this joint.
As he ate breakfast this morning, Hooman illustrated exactly why we are doing this:
"I'm liking mornings now."
"Really? Why?"
"Well, they are just better."
"How so?" (I wasn't going to put words in his mouth to save my soul)
"I like that we have to be responsible."
(THUNK. My jaw hit the floor.)
What I really wanted to do was stand up and do this. Instead, I played it really cool and just sat there, high-fiving Mike in my brain.
The Bible was right. Why did I doubt it? We were given work way the heck back in Genesis. Sure, it was a curse in the moment, but in the long run it has given us worth. Work is responsibility. And when you are responsible for yourself and work for the greater good of your family, you end up proud.
Thank you, Lord; You have been so good to provide meaningful work. Help us to recognize that our ultimate reward is the joy of knowing we've done well in Your sight. Amen.
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