A Repeat of a Generation
When I was younger, I never understood why my dad would sleep on the floor in the house. Just lying there.
Granted. It was my mum's house and not my dad's house.
I'm doing the same today, and I laugh to myself at how silly I thought the notion was in the past, and how I do it now.
That it seems like it was destined and written in what's to come that this was going to be the case; something I couldn't escape from.
The idea of being in a house with your family, having predefined spaces where you can sit and be at, vs owning that and being in a place where you have the freedom and ownership of setting things for success.
One is where you inhabit and try not to take too much space, or let your presence be a hindrance. While the other is expansive, warm, and allows you to share your presence.
And as I lay there waiting for my daughter to sleep. Perhaps my daughter would think of the same thoughts I had. I was genuinely tired. And I think my father as well.
As my mentors tell me - honor God. Let go of the outcome. God is sovereign. Not the easiest, but as Psalm 100 preached in church today says - it's to know that In His presence, to enter in to His gates with thanksgiving. Everytime I show gratitude, I enter His presence.















