His Glory

Things change. We get older. Our babies turn into little humans and then not babies. That device that once did everything can’t keep up a year later. Nothing in this world remains as it was. There is goodness in change. We learn the importance of a sunrise with a cup of coffee as we get older. Our little humans learn to play baseball with us. My device learns to tell me the Diamondbacks score without me even having to think about it. God designed us for change. Every human changes, even the originals. Adam, who was made fully grown, was changed when God removed his rib to make Eve. Eve, having eaten of the forbidden fruit, was changed so that her children would be brought forth through pain. On my birthday, the change that comes with age is more and more apparent to my back at dawn. God’s plan was to accustom us to change, because we must change. When Solomon finished the first temple, God came to him in the night with a message of change, a message of gladness and of warning. God shar

I have the great joy of getting to spend a ton of time with my kids right now. I especially appreciate the time I get one-on-one with my 14mo, Noah. God teaches me so much through my father-son relationship with this awesome little human. This morning we all shared a lesson that was simple, yet profound. Our home has a dinning room, but very little dinning is done there. Our table, which should be covered with tabley things, is instead covered with Bibles, notebooks, writing utensils, coloring devices, coffee mugs, sippy cups, and the occasional laptop. At any one point in time there are almost always two Woodsons reading, drawing, writing, or just scribbling furiously as we explore God's interactions with our inner minds. Not too far away from this place of imagination and understanding is a bookshelf that makes the table look organized. The bookshelf is Noah's second favorite thing, right behind the dogs. Unlike the dogs, the bookshelf cannot run away, so it bears the brun