Biscuits & Simplicity

I’m having breakfast with my wife today. 

It’s a date. 

It’s a good time of day for us to step out. Our kids don’t need us yet (they’ll still be asleep). Our Saturday chores haven’t worn us down. And nobody expects us to wear our best outfit. 

Gym shorts and a hat for biscuits and gravy. 

It’s a simple time of day. 

I’ve often said that while having a special needs child complicates your life in so many ways - it simplifies it in others.

It helps you focus on what really matters. 

Megan and I are slowly becoming experts in blocking out things that don’t deserve our time and energy. We’re getting better at carefully and prayerfully considering out commitments. 

What we’re left with is a life that is simpler while raising a child who is not. 

And who doesn’t love simple? 

Although everything wasn’t perfect back then, some days I’d love to have crank windows and only 5 channels on TV.

But the world isn’t simple.

I’m not going to change any minds or provide any profound commentary on what was a dark week. I wish I could. 

My takeaways from this week are we need Jesus. To show us how to live. To change us from the inside out. To make us strong when we are weak. 

We need dads. We need them to show up, be present, be engaged, to be available.

Most of all, we need to teach our kids the correct way to respond to injustice.

For Charlie. 

And the students in Colorado. 

For us.

I’d love to change the world. To help us return to simple. To help us turn to a God who is our only hope for real and lasting change, but . . . .

I’m having breakfast with my wife today.  

Ad maybe that’s a start.