The part of my sabbatical that focuses on family continues. Crystal and I loaded up the girls and headed to Turkey Run for some bonding time without any TV's or media sources to distract our relationship. It was a good time. Hiking, canoing, and primitive living was good for the White family.
Especially on this trip time with my eldest daughter was really needed. Let's just say she and I have not been seeing eye to eye lately. Yet, as we walked the trails, climbed rocks, and jumped over the creek water, we connected. She and I had a special time exploring and experiencing our journey through the dreaded "trail 3". We talked, we laughed, and I let her lead. It wasn't dad shutting down her fun time, it was daddy joining her in it. It was good for the two of us that day on the trail. Sometimes in this parenting journey I am so thankful for days that don't include a scolding, discipline or life lesson that results in my children just having to listen to me. This weekend I hope she realized Dad is more than just a preacher. He is her friend, her fellow dreamer, her comedian, her partner in crime, her Daddy...who loves her very much and really wants to get this whole "daddy" thing right. I pray for my kids, but I find myself wanting to pray even more. I can't help but pray for them, that God would develop within them a spiritual maturity that is well beyond their years. Man I love my girls.
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