My tank was pretty much on empty. I was showing up to work every day and was pretty proud of how I showed up to every game, practice, or other children’s event for my first 3 children who were 13, 10, and 7 at the time. I was super present in my children’s lives, but knew in my heart that I didn’t really have much to offer.
At a men’s weekend in Colorado a little over 15 years ago, we were forced to take a hard look at our lives, our parenting, and our marriage. It wasn’t a “beat down” like I had experienced at so many faith-based men’s events, but an open…