There is something I have learned in the six months or so since returning to Celebrate Recovery...besides the fact that I still need it. Here it is...there are men and women, dads and moms that feel as if they have let their children down. And in a lot of ways. And I am one of… Continue reading Don’t Give Up Because Of Lost Time
I shared this the other day on Facebook but I want to share it with you all as well.... Had an amazing night tonight at Richland Celebrate Recovery. During the worship part Brandon, my son, asked what the glass jar full of blue chips were for. So we sat down during one of the songs… Continue reading Surrendering A Struggle, Hurt or Habit Can Happen At Any Age
Dear Fathers, I know we look forward to walking our little girl down the aisle one day. I also know that many of us do not want that to happen until she is like 40. I believe that all of us want to do that, not only with a smile on our face but one… Continue reading Snakes In The Playground
Dear Son, I sit here watching you play with your Lego pieces and using them to build things from your imagination. You have basically gotten out of your car stage...you hardly even play with them at all anymore. You are growing so fast. You are becoming a young little man. I am trying so… Continue reading Dear Son: I Pray I Lead You Right
From my dear friend and fellow warrior Forest Benedict comes one of the best battle cries I have EVER had the privilege of reading. It has been an honor to come alongside such a man in the battle who unashamedly says No more..I am free!
It IS time fathers for us to take a stand! Join me, Forest and thousands of others who say “No, you will not have my children! For I will stand by them. I will love and guide them with all that I have! I am always on guard and prepared.”
by Forest Benedict, MFT, SATP-C
I recall the first night we met. I was just a boy. Like the famed Piper, you played your tempting tune, and I danced blindly behind you, down your long, destructive path. For years my heart pledged allegiance to your ways. Each experience of escape only postponed my pain. I sank deep in shame.
Porn, how you must have mourned the day I closed my mind to your mantra, signing over my life to a higher calling. I sought strength in numbers, experiencing the reality of recovery. For the first time in a decade, you and I parted ways.
I look back on years of both challenge and triumph. No longer does your siren song echo in my ears.
Porn, our paths would cross again. Next time for nobler reasons.
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As adults, we have a tendency to say no to our kids. Many of these are warranted when they ask for something they do not need or when they want to do something that we believe may harm them. But what about the simple things? For that question, I am not necessarily asking it in… Continue reading An Investment For A Lifetime
The journey into fatherhood is a unique experience. One that I was truly not prepared for yet one I treasure and do not take lightly. A journey that is also very scary but oh so rewarding. Today, I had the privilege of spending time with Erin, my little blue-eyed angel. Well, she is not so… Continue reading A Father’s Prayer For His Daughter