I played chess with my son for the first time yesterday.
I'll probably write more in detail in a blog post tomorrow, but I am thankful.
I've always wanted to learn how to play chess. I've never played much or had anywhere/anyone to play with or show me. A few years back I got a chess app on my phone and played it a bit, learned the basic movements of the pieces and got beat by the computer endlessly, even on a beginner mode.
Lately, off of social media, I've started playing that game when I've been alone waiting for something, like carpool, or in the bathroom.
Now, I'll pause to say that I can see it becoming a bit of an issue against reading the word, or praying, but I could argue this is what God wanted, and I'll tell you why:
Playing just with my son is something I've always wanted in my life. A forever excuse to just sit with him and talk. I mean, goodness, right now he never sits still, and honestly, I didn't know he could play, but he said they play at church on Wednesday nights sometimes.
This beautiful moment happened where we are sitting by the fire. I set up the chess board my wife gave me about 10 years ago, and we played. And it was a blessing. And I felt loved because my Father in heaven knows this desire, and my son felt loved because he was with his father, one on one, and I think we need to be on the lookout for more things like this.
They spur our faith, they bring beauty and depth to our lives, and they bring us deeper into relationship with our loving Father who truly cares about the little things on our hearts.
Second week, let's go...