Like most American families, the
Eads’ schedule was, and is, full. We had
sent our son away to college and our daughter was beginning her freshman year
at Hoover High School. Our son was
dealing with the normal emotions of being a young college student and football
player. He had battled through the usual
homesickness and was working daily, through prayer, to determine the path God
would have for his life. There would be
several unexpected challenges that would test our relationship and certainly
put our faith to a test. Many of these daily writings come from the emotions and thoughts I was dealing with on a
regular basis inside my head. I will
always feel that the daily writings to my family allowed my son and me to open
up emotionally with each other. We have discussed many topics that I could never find the words to
discuss before.
Our youngest, my beautiful daughter
Sydney Love, began her first year of high school. She would begin the year as a ninth grade cheerleader but otherwise normal teenage girl, with one exception. I would begin my eighth year as a varsity
football coach at HER school in the football crazed south. I was excited about having my daughter in the
same building with me and being able to watch her grow through her high school
years. She has learned to avoid the daily drama of
teenage life and, although I have not figured out a teenage girl’s emotions, I
have been amazed at her level of inner strength. She is becoming as equally beautiful on the
inside as she is on the outside.
Like most men, I have a hard
exterior, and struggle to say the words that are so often in my heart and
mind. As football season, the busiest
time of the year, grew closer I began to struggle with the amount of time away
from my children that my job demands. My
wife has always done a wonderful job of supporting our family in my absence,
but I had begun to worry about my jobs' impact on my family. My children had always been happy and enjoyed
my profession, but I had begun to doubt its importance. I also found myself missing the young man
that had been a constant companion and buddy for so many years. My son had been the ball boy for my football
teams and we had spent the last three years coaching and playing on the same
team. We had coached and played in three
consecutive state championship games but now I was coaching the game I love,
alone.
My wife, Jamie, and I have been
together almost every day since the spring of 1989. We met in college, graduated, married and started our careers and family.
Jamie has been my faithful wife and best friend since 1992 and a devoted
mother. As we entered
this new stage of life, we found ourselves on opposite sides of minor issues
concerning our children. Throughout this
year I had to move out of my shell and open up to the beautiful lady who I had
hidden my heart from for many years.
For many years as a football coach I
had left my home early in the morning before my family was awake. I would spend my day teaching classes,
practicing with my team, and meeting with coaches until late into the evening. Many nights I would arrive back home after a
long day to find our home completely dark with everyone asleep. Most of those nights consisted of waking them
for a moment to tell them that I was home and that I loved them. Many nights were spent lying in my children’s
beds as they slept. I would hold them close and pray for them.
I truly believed that if my children were asked the question “Was your
dad present in your life?” they would answer with a definite yes. They have always loved that their dad was a
coach. They loved my teams and my wife
has always found special moments for us to spend together as a family even during the craziness of a football season. However, with one child no longer living in
my home and the other “too grown up” to want dad to sleep with her, I found
myself missing those quiet moments of prayer for the children I would gladly
give my life to protect.
As we moved into this stage of our lives I
began to think more and more about how to keep my family connected to each
other and to the Heavenly Father that had saved us all and blessed us with a
wonderful life together. As the busy
football season began I decided that I would write a letter to my wife and
children each day. The plan was to write
a quick note and tell them what was on my mind and what I had prayed about for
each of them. I had two concerns as I started my new writings. First, I worried that my wife and children would substitute my writings for the
writings of Our Heavenly Father. I
wanted my writings to be an encouragement for each of them to explore God’s
Word more thoroughly and meditate on His words and not my own. Second, I did not want my writings to be
proof to them that I was praying. I
reminded them in many letters that I also struggled with making or finding the
time to spend alone, quietly talking with God.
Through the first weeks of writing I found myself listening closely to
comments made on the news, in the hallways of my school and from the coaches I
worked alongside each day. I was amazed
at the words I heard on a daily basis that made me think of something to write. I was also surprised at the
stories I remembered from my childhood that I could share with my children that
possibly helped them know more about their father. However, on quite a few occasions, the
writings were about an area of my life that I need to work to improve. Throughout the entire process I found myself
praying, like never before, for words to say to my wife and children. I cannot be certain that each of the words
contained in the letters are directly from my Heavenly Father, but I did seek
Him on a regular basis and ask for my words to be His words.
I hope to post my writings regularly and that some of the words of a simple man, husband, father and coach will encourage you in your walk with the Lord!
In His Holy and Precious Name,
Chad
P.S. This site is a work in progress.