Psalm 127 “Sons are a heritage from the Lord, children a reward from him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one’s youth. Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them.”
I’ve been blessed to have all my boys with me in Honduras this week. I’ve got to serve food to hungry people at the dump with Taylor by my side. I’ve built a house with Parker and watched him as he loved on little Honduran kids. I’ve mixed concrete and carried cinder-blocks with Connor as we built a cinder-block house together. And, I’ve worked along side of Cooper in one of our medical clinics.
What an awesome week it has been to serve other and do it along side my children. Honduras has blessed the Morgan family.
I like the part of the verse above that says, “like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one’s youth.” My boys are my arrows in my hands, and my ministry as a father has been to “aim” those arrows in the right direction.
What better way is there to “aim” arrows than serving others in Jesus’ name?
As with any arrows you aim, there comes a time when you have to do the hard part… let go. Arrows aren’t for saving or storing for display, but there for letting go.
I’ve got two sons that I’ve been aiming for 18+ years and next month I’ll be letting them go. Sad? A little. Proud? Beyond the shadow of a doubt.