This past weekend was not one of my finest.  I was sick.  Every muscle associated with coughing ached from overuse.  My coursework was falling behind.  I had PD stuff to plan.  And I just felt bad.  And when I got home on Saturday evening I felt really bad.  And I was mean to my family, had a real short temper, and just not real pleasant to be around.  Not my finest showing.

Thankfully, my family is flexible and very forgiving.  And on Monday, Joshua and I were playing around and out of the blue he looks at me with those wide blue eyes and says, "I want to be just like you, Dad!"  Can you imagine?!  Just like me?!  That's like the LAST thing I would wish on anybody!  But I scooped that little dude up and gave him a hug at which time he was acting super silly and I said to him, "I think you already might be, a little."

There's a song on the radio where a man, praying to Jesus says, "I want to be just like You, because he wants to be just like me.", referring to his little boy who has apparently uttered the same type of comment.

That's my prayer too.  Jesus make me like you - loving, gentle, caring, forgiving.  Especially forgiving.  And teach me to teach my children those values in your name too.  Because none of us can be perfect like You, Jesus.  But because we are forgiven by You, we can be loving, gentle, caring, and always - ever - accepting and forgiving.  Just like You.