Current Purpose of Life (by my wife, Nov. 15)

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Right now. For just now. My purpose is breaking the generational sins. It ends NOW. It’s working on myself so we can raise good solid kids. It’s focusing on raising them right.

As they grow, it’ll get more meaningful. Conversations with them, shepherding and discipleship. For example: our son last night coming to us and we talked about introvert/extrovert. Talked about love languages. And how it helps us have better relationships and show love in better ways. That was discipleship! And there’s only going to be more and more of that as the kids grow! Rewards among the mundane.

Good reminders:
-our oldest feeling free to get out of bed to come talk to us tonight. Open communication! Meeting his emotional need!

-hugs, eye contact... those are ways we are eighth now working on breaking generational sins. Meeting their needs that will lead to discipleship as they get preteens and teens.

-maybe having teens won’t just be negative but fulfilling!!!

-this desire for more is like a pilot light on the back burner. Some day when it’s right, it’ll light up a new purpose! When kids are older it won’t take long...

-it’s ok to dream about the future and what I might want to do after kids are older. That doesn’t mean I’m unsatisfied right now in my current purpose of raising kids.

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