A Father’s Joy: Gifts of the Heart and the Hand
I have such wonderful children. Truly, God has blessed me beyond measure.
Every day, I see His goodness reflected in their thoughtfulness, their kindness, and the gentle way they love. Their hearts are soft, their words sincere, and their actions speak volumes about the kind of people they’re growing up to be. It humbles me. And it blesses me more than I can put into words.
This year, they surprised me with a few small gifts—but it wasn’t the things that moved me. It was the heart behind them.
They picked out some mugs that are just plain fun—ones that made me laugh, ones that clearly showed they were thinking of me. But more than that, they each took the time to create something personal. Something meaningful.
Jaime, my budding chef, crafted a homemade BBQ spice rub—and let me tell you, it was delicious! The perfect balance of flavor, and clearly made with care. Hat’s off to the chef! I’m already looking forward to our next grill night.
And Finnley, with that creative spirit and such a heart for beauty, painted a wooden cutting board with a portrait of our family. Every one of us—together, smiling, connected. That board will never see a knife—it’s going on display. A reminder not only of their love, but of the home we’re building, by God’s grace.
I can’t describe the joy it is to have children.
It’s not just about the milestones or the holidays—it’s the daily glimpses of God’s faithfulness through their growth, their laughter, and their hearts. Being their father has taught me so much about the Father’s love for us. The way I delight in their little gifts and handmade treasures—how much more must our Heavenly Father delight in us when we offer Him our hearts, our time, our love?
Psalm 127:3 says, “Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from him.” And I feel that truth deep in my bones. My children are not just mine—they are entrusted to me by a loving God. Each day with them is a gift. Each moment is a sacred opportunity to lead, to guide, to love well.
So today, I’m just overwhelmed with gratitude. Grateful for these small, thoughtful gifts. Grateful for the giggles and kitchen experiments, the paint-streaked fingers and the wide-eyed hugs. Grateful for the quiet moments where I see their faith blooming and their love growing—not just for me, but for each other, and for God.
These are the treasures I will carry in my heart forever.
