Archive for ‘Daddy’

May 31, 2012

Welcome To This World, Coraline!

by pastortimfowler

baby feet close up!

I went to see my friend and his wife and their new baby last night. It was their first child and they were thrilled. I love seeing first time parents with their new babies, especially the dad. In this case, the baby was delivered via “C-section, so mom was still under the influence of the pain meds. They had both seen the baby in the delivery room, but she had not yet been brought from the nursery into their room yet. The nurse had been in checking on mom and said that they were going to bring the baby in a few minutes. At that time it was only me and the parents in the room. Some of the immediate family were on their way and showed up right before they brought the baby in, but I got to hang out with them by myself for a few minutes.
I don’t know mom that well. I have met her a few times but never had the privilege of hanging out and getting to know her. I play cards with dad once a month and have done so for over two years. Because I don’t know her that well I won’t make fun of mom and some of the things I observed as she enjoyed the pain meds. But that is one of the fun things about visiting a mom who just delivered via cesarean. They think that they are acting normal, but they are not.
Dad was trying real hard to act normal, but you can’t after your first child is born. You would think that they shared the pain meds with dad sometimes by the way they act. Of course I never acted goofy when my kids were born because, well, have you met my kids? This guy was doing pretty good though. He showed me pictures from right after the birth. Very few babies are cute then, to outsiders, but to dad they are gorgeous. Cesarean babies do look better than those born the other way. Those babies look like cone head aliens, to outsiders, but normal to parents. This was a cute baby. I watched the pride swell with each picture he showed me. It is a special moment.
For a few minutes the conversation went from the tough delivery to our next card game and then back to how beautiful the baby is and finally the family came in. I don’t like to hog time from family in any situation that involves a hospital. So I decided to wait until they brought the baby in and get a look at her in person and then head out so the family could have their time. Suddenly the door opened and the nurse came wheeling in the bed with this gift from God in it. They picked her up and handed her to mom and then I got to see that moment that is worth a million moments. It is the one where dad stands next to his wife who is holding their new-born child and he tries with all he has to smile, but tears just start flowing down his face as pride and joy and reality overwhelm him.
With that memory firmly etched in my mind I went over and hugged him and told mom that everything was awesome and bid farewell to the family I had just met. I knew that I had just seen the greatest life changing event a man can go through, other than knowing God. I believe that it is hard to look at this event in life and not consider that something this awesome just doesn’t happen without the God of love that I believe in. It never gets old and never ceases to amaze me how a grown man can be turned into a speechless and weeping ball of emotions all because of a little baby. I always thank God for that experience and hope that He never stops blessing me with the chance to see His gifts of children being brought into this world.
Congratulations Dru and Wendy! Welcome to this world Coraline. (Yes, I spelled that right)

March 5, 2011

Who’s your Daddy?

by pastortimfowler

One of the greatest things that ever happened to me was having children. I was never one that liked kids, except me, I always liked me even when I was a kid. But having children taught me more about God that I ever thought could happen. God is tough to understand sometimes, but I think when we get away from religion and start looking at the relationship God wants with us, it is easier to do.
Romans 8:15 and Galatians 4:6 tells us that because of our standing in Christ we have the right to call God, Abba. That word doesn’t sound much like anything I ever called my dad but its meaning is closer to daddy than any other word we are given in the Bible to call God.
My parents had a perfect child, me. I never caused them one minute of grief. Okay, I am stretching the truth a bit here. I was trouble from the time I could think. I started lying before I could walk. Mom told me that I use to cry just to get her in the room to pick me up. Crying is a baby’s way of letting the parents know something is wrong; wet, scared, hungry, hurting. But I quickly realized this, probably due to my super intelligent brain, and would cry just to get her to pick me up. Later I learned to tell them that I was not doing what they had just caught me doing. Even more I learned that you did not have to do your own homework if some cute girl would do it for you.
It was about then that my dad started loving me less. He told me that because I was older I needed to learn to be perfect and never mess up. The condition of him loving me was that I became perfect. As I reached my teen years I fell into the trap of drugs and alcohol abuse. I started stealing to support my habit and even told people from time to time that I was not related to my dad. By that time he had totally disowned me and said that he did not love me at all and would never love me again unless I completely quit doing things that he did not like. In fact I was removed from the family tree, completely eliminated from the family and its love. My dad was no longer my dad.
I hope that by now there are some of you going, WHAT??? You dad would never stop loving you. He would never disown you. There is no way you can be removed from a family. Nothing can change the fact that your dad is your dad! And you would be right.
My dad never quit loving me. There were times that he told me I was not welcome in his house. There were times when he told me that I was a disgrace to the family. There was never a time that he quit being my dad. That fact was based on my birth and not my actions. You could say it had to do with the blood.
God, Abba, Father, has the same standards for us being His son or daughter. Not based on our actions, but based on the blood, the blood of Jesus. Jesus told us that we must be born again. When we are we become His children and although He expects us to grow and learn, He never expects us to be perfect. We can’t.
God will not allow us to in His house sometimes and will be disappointed in our actions sometimes, but He never stops loving us. He can’t.
Now that I am an adult, I have made things right with my dad. I told him that I realized my mistakes and asked him to forgive me. He did. He told me one time that he knew that he was tough on me and that it broke his heart to not allow me in his presence. He told me how proud he was of my ability to learn from my mistakes and to come back to him for a relationship.
If you have strayed from God and fallen into some things that are not up to the family’s expectations, know this; God still loves you. He waits patiently for your return. His heart breaks each second you are away, but His love never lessens.
Having children reinforces this every day. My children are not perfect, but I love them with all my heart. I hope that they see God’s love through my love like I saw in my dad’s love for me.
1 Corinthians 13:4-8 (GW)

4 Love is patient. Love is kind. Love isn’t jealous. It doesn’t sing its own praises. It isn’t arrogant.
5 It isn’t rude. It doesn’t think about itself. It isn’t irritable. It doesn’t keep track of wrongs.
6 It isn’t happy when injustice is done, but it is happy with the truth.
7 Love never stops being patient, never stops believing, never stops hoping, never gives up.
8 Love never comes to an end.

February 28, 2011

Looking like my dad

by pastortimfowler

Dad and son

My beautiful wife and I took the weekend to go see our youngest son and his wife in there new home a couple of hours away. He took a job that require them to relocate so we had not seen them in a couple of months and were excited about hanging out with them for a while.

We were all sitting around in their living room talking when his wife said something about how much my son looked like the wife’s side of the family. Now I had always thought he was different, but never said it. My other two kids seem to look more like their dear old dad and we call them the beautiful ones. (LOL)

My wife loves to take pictures but often forgets the camera. This time she remembered it and pictures were flying. As soon as we got home she posted them on Facebook where you can now see them free of charge. I was sitting there minding my own business by seeing what everyone else was doing through Facebook, when I saw the new pictures. That was when it hit me hard; I look SO much like my dad! I have always been told this and never really cared, but all of a sudden it was like my dad had come back to life and had his picture taken.

The funny thing is, several years ago, my other son was in my office looking at a picture on my wall of me and my dad when I was a kid. My son, said to me, ‘Dad, I don’t remember having this picture of us taken.’ He thought it was him and me, but when I told him that it was my dad and me he could not believe it.

I know that many kids look a lot like one parent or the other. It is not a freak of nature, it is simply nature. Not only do we often look a lot like our parents but we often act like them, for good or bad.

So many times in my life I have had people say to me that I was my father made over or that I act just like him.
Then today I was reading through the Bible and read about Mary as she was told that God would be the father of her baby. How he grew and became more and more like his father. I wonder how many times Mary said to Jesus, “You are just like you daddy!”?

You know what is funny? People who are Christians, (born again), have the same father as Jesus.
Wouldn’t it be cool if people said about us, “You act just like your Daddy!”? I am not sure how He looks, but I know I was created in His image, so God must be a tall, handsome, bald guy.

WOW! I look like my Dad!

Who do people see when they look at you? I know many see my dad, and I am okay with that. What I really want is for them to see my Heavenly Dad, God.