Prior to becoming a dad, I tuned into various theology and teaching regarding parenthood and family in general. Most, if not all, advised to putting children and family above other personal interests and becoming more of a servant at home - despite all that would vie for your affections elsewhere in a regular routine. I have always been a big subscriber to being as present and committed to people/circumstances around you as you can be - not giving someone/thing half your attention. So this mindset seemed to make sense.
With most things, that has been fairly easy to stick to. Aside from being with people, I love reading, writing, fitness/sport, cooking, music etc etc. Hobbies that are generally quite manageable, that I can pick up and put down regularly. However, I'm currently getting to grips with a new task/hobby/love that's proving to be slightly more of a handful!
Now, I know it sounds a bit far-fetched to start commenting on fatherhood when I've still only been in the game for 5 minutes, but when people warn that it'll demand your all, they seriously mean it. I don't think I had fully appreciated that!
**queue brief pause while I change a particularly explosive nappy**
As I've looked to the Bible for wisdom/guidance over the years, I've been constantly reminded of the steadfast love of the Father; that He only has my best interests at heart; that He will stop at nothing to serve and protect me.
Looking at the 8lbs bundle wrapped in swaddling blankets in my arms, I can totally see that perspective developing further in me, more than ever before. I thought I had understood that the Father was all for me - but again, another life stage comes along and reveals yet more of that truth.
Everyday, I place a load of 'dirty nappies' at God's feet. Different sin, issues and impatience that I expect Him to wipe clean. And do you know what? Every single day He does.
Everyday, He lays something aside so that I might be able to encounter Him, get clean and know His plan for me.
My son is yet to thank me for putting up with his crying, pooping and demanding. But just as the task is relentless and consuming here, so is the amazing example of love set by God my Father in Heaven.
You may see me on this blog a little less frequently than I'd like, but it's only because there's some big lessons being taught from a Father to a son.
He/he demands my all.