10/29/2026
Happy Thursday to you!
I am going to get vulnerable here, so fair warning. From the time Chelsey and I learned we would be having a baby, almost 11 years ago, we argued over what kind of parents we would be. I have always had hard expectations for my kids. I have said, “I am not raising them to be good kids; I am raising them to be good adults.”
Well, the other night I had a nightmare that kept me up the rest of the night. In the dream, Charleigh was abducted, and I went full Liam Neeson: “I will find her.” I found her in the next neighborhood over, and when I ran up to the house, Charleigh came out and calmly spoke the most chilling words to me: “Daddy, it’s okay. They love me here. They let me have fun and laugh here.” Then she hugged me, turned around, and walked back into the house.
I have had this expectation that I need to be the best dad I can be. I have high expectations because I am called to father my children to be good adults. But over the last decade, I have fathered with an iron fist. I have taken the charge to raise my kids personally. I haven’t trusted God to lead my kids; I haven’t parented by faith. To be honest, I have done the opposite. This dream has stirred me to compassion for my kids. They are sweet, they love the Lord, and they love me as Daddy. But still, the words of Colossians 3:21 have echoed in my heart since last week’s nightmare: “Fathers, do not provoke your children, lest they become discouraged.”
I am asking you: What part of your life have you failed to keep faith in? What part of your life have you taken the reins of and not let go?
I am confessing this to you as my church. I am encouraging you to lean into God today. I am encouraging you to take heart, remove the shroud of ego and selfish ambition, and allow God to do the work we cannot do.
I am praying for you today, and I am greatly encouraged by you this week.
All my love,
Pastor Justin