I took my just-turned-seven son out for coffee (yes, he loves the stuff) Saturday night so we could have a chat. I asked him how I was doing as a dad. I suppose I should be used to my son surprising me by now, but he still shocks me. His answer was that he didn't know. I asked what he meant. He said that he followed me, and he only knew what I taught him. So he didn't have anything to measure me by other than what I said. But he thought that if what I had been telling him that a father was supposed be was true, then I was doing a good job. He very much wants everything to be Biblical.

So then he threw me for another loop. I asked him if there were anything about me he would change, if he could. He responded that I was not the one that needed changing, he was. And he needed God to change him so that he would be more obedient.

I have been granted an awesome stewardship with this child, and I am constantly reminded to approach it with fear and trembling.