I have this blessing. It’s called Fatherhood, and everyday I’m reminded how much of a blessing it is. It’s a gift so large and so intense that often I miss its presence, or can’t quite grasp the wholeness of it. Like the Taj Mahal, you only the fully appreciate its outstanding beauty and intricacy standing right beside it, reaching out and touching it. Marvelling at the inlaid detail on the marble. But at the same time, you miss the true majesty of the structure if you don’t stand back and get a proper perspective of it, of the layout of the campus, of the architectural wonder that it is.
The point is, like fatherhood, it’s very hard to experience the intricacy and the majesty of the Taj in the same moment. The best we can do is to have the head knowledge that each of the components exists. That in itself is hard, because as with everything that is locked in head-knowledge, our heads – our minds – can fail us.
Some days the blessing of Fatherhood is easier to access than others. My sweet Mishal turned two Friday last, and again I was reminded of the intricacy + majesty equation that Fatherhood is the sum product of. Without the appreciation of each measure in full, the outworking of fatherhood is incomplete.
We spent time together
, the five of us, celebrating Mishie’s milestone. We started the day with the unwrapping of gifts, and as we finished the day on the beach and the sharing of a meal, I had a Taj Mahal moment. One moment I was close to Mishie, helping her around the playground, marvelling at her grown-upped-ness, at the intricacy of her smooth cheeks, her bow shaped smile and her bellicose laugh. The next moment she was standing on a bench on Mission Bay beach with her sisters, and I got to see her place in the majesty of God’s blessing for us.
The point is, like fatherhood, it’s very hard to experience the intricacy and the majesty of the Taj in the same moment. The best we can do is to have the head knowledge that each of the components exists. That in itself is hard, because as with everything that is locked in head-knowledge, our heads – our minds – can fail us.
Some days the blessing of Fatherhood is easier to access than others. My sweet Mishal turned two Friday last, and again I was reminded of the intricacy + majesty equation that Fatherhood is the sum product of. Without the appreciation of each measure in full, the outworking of fatherhood is incomplete.
We spent time together
, the five of us, celebrating Mishie’s milestone. We started the day with the unwrapping of gifts, and as we finished the day on the beach and the sharing of a meal, I had a Taj Mahal moment. One moment I was close to Mishie, helping her around the playground, marvelling at her grown-upped-ness, at the intricacy of her smooth cheeks, her bow shaped smile and her bellicose laugh. The next moment she was standing on a bench on Mission Bay beach with her sisters, and I got to see her place in the majesty of God’s blessing for us.Intricacy. Majesty. Beautiful.
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