These crazy kids of mine

"It's worth it, It's all worth it," I mumble to myself through gritted teeth as I load the back of the van. How many bags does one family need for a five day get away?!? If we have an accident in route to the cabin in the mountains, they will be picking up kids clothes on Interstate 40 for hours. What happened to the littlest one's shoes? Is she allergic to footwear? What do you mean the dog lost his collar? Its strapped around his neck. How? Seriously, how? Where did it go? Why? I feel like a confused old man at 37 years old with far more questions than answers now a days. As I stand by the drivers door in the garage, I wonder if I turned off all of the lights. It's ok, if I ever figure out my Alexa app, I can turn the lights off remotely. That's a big "if" and quite presumptuous knowing my level of intellect and skill in general for all things technology.
As I settle into the driver's seat, I notice the car needs gas, I have no cash in my wallet. The kids familiar movie of choice is already playing loudly through the car speakers. "It's worth it, It's all worth it," I remind myself. Kids have no appreciation for the work and sacrifice of their parents.
Then I look up from the road ahead and glance at the rearview mirror, which shows me three little smiles. Cute sideways smiles. The two oldest smiling through missing teeth. Then there is the sound of occassional laughter when the movie gets to their favorite part. The random and unexpected hug of thankfulness when we arrive. "It's worth it. It's all worth it."
These are the kids I made. Amber helped a little, I guess. Mainly with the kids good looks and genuine heart. I love these kids and I'd do anything for them.
If you haven't read the bible before, take a look at the Gospels (The New Testament-Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John). It's a story of Jesus' life. It's a story of love. Jesus was beaten, ridiculed, betrayed, and ultimately He was murdered. It's more important to understand the why rather than the how.
Almost everyone knows the verse John 3:16, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his one and only son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life." God sent His one and only son to die for me, for you, for all of us. Even though we didn't deserve it, God sent His son to die for our sins so that we could spend a beautiful and perfect eternity with Him. It's a story about how God told the world, "It's worth it. It's all worth it."
Much Love, Adam.

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