Before becoming a parent, I never once thought about how the Lord might use it to refine me and teach me about Himself. Here's a glimpse of that on a couple levels. Last week on Easter Sunday, I was eagerly anticipating celebrating the resurrection of Jesus with friends and family. We had all kinds of plans arranged and I was personally even looking forward to getting time to myself during naps to think on arguably (but not THAT arguable) the greatest event in history. But things quickly fell apart and early on I began to realize that day might not turn out exactly how I had planned it in my head. For me, unmet expectations are the only ingredient needed to make a hearty dose of realized sin. At one point, I had completely lost it and was literally pinning Evie down in her bed during nap, which she adamantly refused to partake in. I stormed out of her room screaming at her and smashed my fist into the couch on the way out. I had no grace. Patience was long gone. All that remain...