Two Sons. One Holy Father.
Fatherhood.
It’s a heavy word. One that carries the weight of the world in it. From the moment these tiny creatures take their first breath, they’re yours. They were entrusted to you.
I, personally, don’t take this responsibility lightly. Not anymore. I learned that in order for my sons to grow up to be good men, I must first be a good man myself. That in order for my sons to grow up and find themselves good wives, I must first model the marriage I want them to go out and find.
We are not raising our young boys into men. We are raising men going through childhood.
Sharpened Iron Legacy 