There are some moments you never forget.
Bending a knee at the base of that frigid, windy waterfall, asking Megan to marry me; months later, the first glimpse of my beautiful bride walking down the aisle towards me; and then a year after that, the flood of tears I couldn’t hold back when I announced to our family in that hospital waiting room, “It’s a boy!”
I was thrown into fatherhood at a relatively early age—I had two sons by the time I was 23 years old, and two more by the time I turned 30. By the grace of God, our boys are healthy, happy, and growing in their relationships with Jesus. But understanding and growing into this role has been hard for me.
I’ve always had a great relationship with my father—I still do—but coming home from the hospital with our first son, I didn’t exactly feel prepared for what was to come, or for how difficult it would be. And the more I speak with friends who are entering into parenthood, the more I realize I wasn’t alone in my un-readiness.
And while becoming a father has been difficult…Continue Reading