They're the reason I breathe, the reason I live. 

Becoming a parent is easy for most. Maybe too easy, you're thinking, right?

But being a good parent is .... maybe less easy for many.

Those who strive to be a good parent know that no matter how good you think you are, how hard you try, you're always lacking ... and sometimes you don't figure that out until your babies are out and on their own ... or moving in that direction.

I'm not sure who has the Great Parent Handbook. Maybe few do. I know that if you put your heart into it and care about your kids, you're more than half way there. Fortunately, most of these kids grow up knowing you cared, knowing you're not perfect, knowing you had challenges of your own and after years of therapy they may forgive you. <grin>

To my kids. I love you more than words, more than lyrics, more than songs will ever convey.

God bless you both!

Can I Tell You About My Kids?

(Verse 1) 

Hello Jesus, it’s been a while, 

Guess I drifted, lost in miles. 

I look your way when I’m feeling small, 

But I know I should be calling more than all. 

(Pre-Chorus) 

There’s something heavy on my mind tonight, 

I just need to tell you 'bout the loves of my life. 

(Chorus) 

Dear Jesus, can I tell You 'bout my kids? 

They're the reason I breathe, the reason I live. 

My boy’s strong, but he’s wandering still, 

My girl’s brave, chasing her own will. 

They don’t always see You, like I wish they did, 

So I’m laying it down—Dear Jesus, my kids. 

---

(Verse 2) 

My son’s got fire in his young man’s eyes, 

Strength in his hands but storm in his mind. 

He’s reaching wide, but he’s not sure where, 

Lord, can You meet him somewhere out there? 

(Verse 3) 

My daughter’s tall and bold and kind, 

She’s fighting battles inside her mind. 

Lord, she’s learning how to stand alone, 

Can You whisper love when she feels unknown? 

---

(Chorus) 

Dear Jesus, can I tell You 'bout my kids? 

They’re my reason to stay, my heart as it is. 

Their mother and I, we did the best we could, 

We stumbled in places we never understood. 

If I failed to show them Your grace and Your light, 

Please hold them close when they dream tonight. 

---

(Bridge) 

You knew them first, You’ll know them still, 

Through every mountain, every hill. 

If I can’t be there to guide their way, 

Let Your love be louder than what I say. 

---

(Final Chorus) 

Dear Jesus, now I lay it in Your hands, 

My broken prayers, my father’s plans. 

Bring them home when the time is right, 

Wrap them safe in Your endless light. 

They’re beautiful, Lord, they’re my greatest gift— 

So I’m giving them back now... Dear Jesus, my kids. 



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February 4, 2026 -

Dear Jesus ... can I tell you 'bout my kids?

Hello Jesus.

I haven't spoken to you in a while.

I'm sorry. 

I look to you for guidance here and there. 

Not as much as I should.

I know.

That's me. 

But I want you to know about my beautiful kids.

I know .. you already to. 

They may not know about you right now.

I haven't done a good job in that regard.

But I hope they'll find you ... maybe long before I have.

My boy is strong of heart and muscle.

He's confused of mind and wandring at heart. 

He's proud, he's scattered, he's dedicated, and he's adrift. 

My girl is smart and tall and beautiful.

She's questioning, she's anxious, she's bold. 

She's out in the world and making her way,

and she's connected in many of the right ways.

They're beautiful, lord.

They're my kids.

They're my world.

They're my heart. 

I'd do anytihng for them.

And maybe that's a problem. 

I want them to stand on their own.

I want them to succeed on their own.

I want them to find YOU on their own terms.

Their mom and I want nothing but the best for them.

But we know that this may mean taking it in the teeth.

It may mean heart ache, as we have faced.

It may mean setbacks, as we have dealt with.

Jesus, I've tried to talk to my kids about you.

I wasn't very good at it.

Now I'd like to talk to you about them.

I received them as they came. 

I love them as the are. 

But you knew and loved them long before I did. 

Now I'd love for you to bring them home. 

Thank you, Jesus. 

Thank you.