The other day I was looking at this picture of my middle child, Finn, and it made me think about how awesome this accomplishment was. He spent an entire week attending Clemson’s soccer camp. He worked hard and played hard, and I know that at the end of the day he learned a ton.
As I stared at the picture my eyes focused on what he’d written on his soccer ball. It says “I love Riley.” Riley’s his oldest brother.
It dawned on me for a moment that the accomplishments we have in life are great, but that isn’t what our Father in heaven is most concerned with. The way we treat others can move God's heart in a way that our accomplishments can't. 1 Corinthians 13 is great example of someone doing a bunch of great things, but if love isn't attached, then there useless. I'm a proud father. Twenty years from now soccer camp won't matter, but the way he loves his brother will.
As a father when I look back on the life that I’ve lived do I want the Lord to remember me for the accomplishments that I’ve made and the work that I’ve done, or do I want him to see the way I’ve loved others? I'm grateful for Finn, who’s sharpening me to think differently about that.