Why yes, my kids do have two different fathers!

Sometimes when we are in public, we draw attention... imagine that, a traveling circus would get noticed.  Anyway.  Mostly people will comment on how cute my kids are or perhaps on a good day how well behaved they are! (ha!)  Occasionally we will get questions that start innocently about Micah and whether or not he is adopted.  However, sometimes these turn to ignorant questions, like "do they have two different daddies?"  The general public is well meaning with their crazy questions... mostly.  I have always answered this question sort of haphazardly..  My typical response is a bit smart-assed. "Why yes!  And I have never met one of them!"  This week however,  we have struggled with some behavior stuff out of our sweet 4 year old.  It, like nothing else, has taken me to the feet of Jesus.  When you take parenting seriously it is a very daunting task.  We are given these amazing little gifts to help shape for God's kingdom.  While most of it is entirely enjoyable, there are times when I want to pull my hair out!  Of course, this is a normal feeling for every mom and dad.  But to realize the weight of raising responsible, authentic, and Christ-like kids... now that is pretty heavy.  So, while Micah, Elizabeth and David's daddy is wonderful and amazing (and hot!), he is not going to be enough for them in this life.  Nor am I.  We will fail them.  

I did just this morning.  After a week of disrespect, disobedience and mouthy-ness (is that a word?), I lost my temper with Micah.  Thank you Lord for your grace and mercy for both Micah and me.  Thankfully, Micah and I both, as well as my other children, have two Fathers.  One that is wonderful and great.  One that is unchanging and whose mercies are new every morning.  Who pursues me with the passion of a lover.  Don't believe me?  Read the book of Hosea.  I cannot express how grateful I am that He pursues our children as well.  All of the burden of parenting does not rest on my skills, my patience or my carefully chosen words.  I can also rejoice because of the restoration to relationship with Micah from this morning.  We apologized to each other.   And now we can start all over again!  

So, thank God that my kids have "two different daddies!"