I received the privilege of guest posting over at More Than A Beard this past week and here is an excerpt:
I used to think that I was a servant, and would always go out of my way to help others. However, that idealized portrait of myself dissipated when the cries in the middle of the night from my daughter Lucy began last month.
My inward response was, “Kristen, you go change her.”
In my mind, the logic was flawless. She needed to be up to feed her anyway. I, on the other hand, should be allowed to get more sleep. Although it seemed logical, I am not sure that my wife appreciated my wisdom.
The truth is that when I was most vulnerable and without any excuses, I found myself not the saint that I had always imagined. I even considered faking sleep at times that first week or two so I wouldn’t have to leave my cozy bed.
To read more, find the post here.
