As I sat there Saturday night, a strange thought hit me. Since I’m 38, I’m closer to 50 than my Dad. (Gulp.) 🙂
Mondays are my slow days. I’m usually suffering from my "holy hangover" from our Sunday services and look forward to sleeping in all the way until 8 a.m. and recreating a little. (Mondays are days I need for my mental-health.)
Yesterday (a Monday), I read To Own a Dragon: Reflections on Growing Up Without a Father by Donald Miller. My first time with a Don Miller book. This book is about Don’s journey in understanding how growing up without a father impacted how he viewed himself, life, and God. (Yes, I read a book on not having a father on my father’s birthday.)
I enjoyed the book for many reasons.
- In the first few chapters, Don was cracking me up. I was laughing out loud and saying, "Cathy, you’ve got to listen to this…!"
- The book reads more like Don’s journal than it does a textbook. Caught and kept my attention far easier. I appreciated Don’s transparency and forthrightness.
- I loved how Don compared not having a Dad to not owning a dragon. Since he’s never had either one, he thought, "In a way I don’t miss having a father any more than I miss having a dragon. But in another way, I find myself wondering if I missed out on something important." (p.30)
Don recommended two resources from John Eldredge that I highly recommend and respect: the book Wild at Heart: Discovering the Secret of a Man’s Soul and the Wild at Heart Boot Camp. He said they were very helpful in his personal journey.
- It stoked the fires of my thoughts on mentoring, particularly men mentoring men. My mind has been spinning on that topic recently.
- He got me thinking more about the fact that, ultimately, God wants to (and does) father us, no matter what human father experience we have.
- I’d like to think he opened my eyes a little to the world-view of men who grew up without dads. We all meet men who face this challenge and are at different stages of the journey of understanding how that impacted them.
Enjoyable time, that was well spent for me. (It made me want to read Don’s Blue Like Jazz sometime, too.)