Today we had a pee-wee baseball game with my seven-year-old son’s team. I’m the manager. My four-year-old son tags along (he even wears baseball pants). After the game, the three of us Opderbeck men went to McDonald’s. Sitting there with my boys, watching them devour their McNuggets and joke around with each other, it struck me that this is it. This is one of those moments that you want to bottle up for a rainy day. “Sons are a reward from the LORD, children a heritage from him.” (Psalm 127:3). Amen!
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