More about the blogger Part 1
Growing up in a Bible believing household with incredible loving parents is only the beginning of my story. There are at least 4 generations of Bible believing heroes that go before me. My own name sake great-grandfather took in entire families to love on and support those in need around him. In many ways our lives are extensions of those who went before us, both good and bad. The sins of the father can trickle down many generations see Numbers 14:18. I believe that in many ways likewise the blessings trickle down from the generations before us who loved the un-loved well and lived out their faith well.
As a child my parents taught my brother and sister what healthy spousal love should look like out in everyday life. They loved each other well in every action, re-action and moment. My parents are still happily married and love each other very well. Both sets of my grandparents modeled exactly what God intended marriage to be. As matter of fact, my grandparents developed friendships that had them going to dinner as a party of four. In-laws hanging out by their own choice just doesn't happen very often or maybe we are the unicorn family. However, I can attest that it was amazing as a child to be in a family that got along so well. Spoiled would be a total understatement for my childhood. My wife Rachel came from (what is now) a more typical modern American family. Her parents love her, but they didn't model love for each other well (possible understatement there). They divorced when she was about 6 years old and both later re-married.
When Rachel and I were still dating she was in high school on the work release program. Going to class in the morning and working in the afternoon. Still believe this is totally a public education scam to claim tax dollars on "students" while the student is earning money and paying taxes concurrently (topic for another day). She worked at a small church day care and PreK school in a fairly low income part of Independence, Missouri. There was one little girl that only had a father doing the drop off and pick up. This child was so sweet, the very essence of childlike innocence, she stole both of our hearts. The child's father drove a trash truck and worked as much as he could. Taking every shift he could just to make ends meet. Rachel and I often found ourselves getting meals and even clothing to send home with the family. We knew then that we had been blessed with the challenge of loving on those with less (whatever).
We had three children and knew our home was a gift meant to share with others. After a year or so of hoop jumping we achieved our foster license in Missouri.
To be completed later....
As a child my parents taught my brother and sister what healthy spousal love should look like out in everyday life. They loved each other well in every action, re-action and moment. My parents are still happily married and love each other very well. Both sets of my grandparents modeled exactly what God intended marriage to be. As matter of fact, my grandparents developed friendships that had them going to dinner as a party of four. In-laws hanging out by their own choice just doesn't happen very often or maybe we are the unicorn family. However, I can attest that it was amazing as a child to be in a family that got along so well. Spoiled would be a total understatement for my childhood. My wife Rachel came from (what is now) a more typical modern American family. Her parents love her, but they didn't model love for each other well (possible understatement there). They divorced when she was about 6 years old and both later re-married.
When Rachel and I were still dating she was in high school on the work release program. Going to class in the morning and working in the afternoon. Still believe this is totally a public education scam to claim tax dollars on "students" while the student is earning money and paying taxes concurrently (topic for another day). She worked at a small church day care and PreK school in a fairly low income part of Independence, Missouri. There was one little girl that only had a father doing the drop off and pick up. This child was so sweet, the very essence of childlike innocence, she stole both of our hearts. The child's father drove a trash truck and worked as much as he could. Taking every shift he could just to make ends meet. Rachel and I often found ourselves getting meals and even clothing to send home with the family. We knew then that we had been blessed with the challenge of loving on those with less (whatever).
We had three children and knew our home was a gift meant to share with others. After a year or so of hoop jumping we achieved our foster license in Missouri.
To be completed later....
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