There is nothing better than coming home from work to find your in-laws in your bathroom. Now I know what some of you are thinking, "What in the world is he talking about!!??"
Now that I have your attention, I’ll share a quick story that will help this statement make some sense. The story starts with our ugly bathroom sink. No one really liked the rust pits in the bottom of our sink but it was my in-laws that took action and decided to do something about them. They not only bought us a new sink and drove over an hour to our home to install it, but after they completed the install, they took my wife and me out for steak dinner!
I challenge you to find another plumber in the world who buys you a sink, installs it for free and then takes YOU out for steak dinner. So now you see why finding your in-laws in your bathroom on a week night may not be such a bad thing.
Let's continue with the story…
After dinner we were checking on the sink when we noticed the steel pipe underneath had a leak in it. This was a brand new pipe that obviously had a manufacture error. It was getting late and I figured I would be exchanging the bad pipe for a new one and reinstalling it the next day. Instead my father in-law insisted that he would come back tomorrow and handle it. While looking at the leaking pipe he received a phone call from his other daughter who just had a flat tire. It turned out not to be an emergency, she was with friends that could help her put on the spare, but "dear old dad" did add the task replacing a tire, to his list for the next day.
When my father in-law didn’t appear phased or frustrated it concerned and confused my wife. She asked, "so tomorrow you are going to drive an hour to get a new tire, drive to Haley's to replace the spare, buy our new sink part, drive another hour to our place, and then reinstall our sink?" My father in-law strolled into the kitchen and replied, "That’s what father's do."
As you can see my wife and I are blessed with good parents. Not perfect parents but generous parents who love us and do so much for us that it is easy for us to take it for granted. We accept their gifts, time and love often without even blinking. And they keep giving because "that's what father's do." That night I started thinking about that statement and wondered how it related to God. I came up with a few questions and thoughts and decided to pass them on.
If God is our perfect father, and He is, than how much more does He give us? How often do we stop in astonishment of all that our Father in Heaven is doing for us? And how often does he humbly reply, "That’s what fathers do."
Now that I have your attention, I’ll share a quick story that will help this statement make some sense. The story starts with our ugly bathroom sink. No one really liked the rust pits in the bottom of our sink but it was my in-laws that took action and decided to do something about them. They not only bought us a new sink and drove over an hour to our home to install it, but after they completed the install, they took my wife and me out for steak dinner!
I challenge you to find another plumber in the world who buys you a sink, installs it for free and then takes YOU out for steak dinner. So now you see why finding your in-laws in your bathroom on a week night may not be such a bad thing.Let's continue with the story…
After dinner we were checking on the sink when we noticed the steel pipe underneath had a leak in it. This was a brand new pipe that obviously had a manufacture error. It was getting late and I figured I would be exchanging the bad pipe for a new one and reinstalling it the next day. Instead my father in-law insisted that he would come back tomorrow and handle it. While looking at the leaking pipe he received a phone call from his other daughter who just had a flat tire. It turned out not to be an emergency, she was with friends that could help her put on the spare, but "dear old dad" did add the task replacing a tire, to his list for the next day.
When my father in-law didn’t appear phased or frustrated it concerned and confused my wife. She asked, "so tomorrow you are going to drive an hour to get a new tire, drive to Haley's to replace the spare, buy our new sink part, drive another hour to our place, and then reinstall our sink?" My father in-law strolled into the kitchen and replied, "That’s what father's do."
As you can see my wife and I are blessed with good parents. Not perfect parents but generous parents who love us and do so much for us that it is easy for us to take it for granted. We accept their gifts, time and love often without even blinking. And they keep giving because "that's what father's do." That night I started thinking about that statement and wondered how it related to God. I came up with a few questions and thoughts and decided to pass them on.
If God is our perfect father, and He is, than how much more does He give us? How often do we stop in astonishment of all that our Father in Heaven is doing for us? And how often does he humbly reply, "That’s what fathers do."
