Screen Shot 2013-06-16 at 11.42.57 PMI’ve said, on multiple occasions, that my wife and three kids save me from myself every. single. day. It might sound like I’m overstating it, but I am not. Each day I rise to face another battle between myself and all that I hope, long and am called to be. Some days I win. Some days I lose. Yet every single day my wife of 16 years and my children (ages 12, 10 and 8) wipe the slate clean and we start all over. When I’m on the ledge, they pull me back.

Father’s Day 2013 was just one example of how important these other 4 are. My morning began with giggles and an announcement from the girls that “my sign wasn’t ready just yet.” They quietly were preparing a “Happy Father’s Day” sign with each of their individual, personal cards taped to it. Their cards were fitting of each of them. We could have called it a day there as each card spoke to my heart. But mama was holding out and the best present required me to leave the room and wait as they prepared for it’s unveiling.

When the blindfold was removed, I was stunned to find something that might sound so simple, yet means so very much to me….a white rocking chair. I’m sure there are jokes that could relate to my age and a rocking chair, but that’s not what this gift was for. You see, the white rocking chair is a symbol of where my heart is at peace. On front porches across the great state of North Carolina and even in the airport in Charlotte, white rocking chairs can be found. I would rest my weary travel self down in them on so many connecting flights through Charlotte. When I see one, I dream of a home in North Carolina with a large front porch and white rocking chairs out front. It brings me peace. I sets my soul at ease.

Because my bride knows me like no other, she knew that is just what I needed. I spent a majority of the day, with my family, rocking in that white chair. The last few months have done a number on my “self.” The weeks ahead hold big decisions that must be made. A week at the beach was good but we had to return home. In this chair I know I will find the pause button. I will read. I will study. I will pray and I will listen. I will “be still and know..”

To top off an incredible day, my girls spent a majority of the afternoon (while the boy and I were watching UNC in the College World Series) recording the video below. There are no words for what this meant as I read their notes. As if that wasn’t enough, they gave up their time…for me. They wrote their own words…for me. They were so excited….for me.

And they saved me from myself one more time.