You're Not Bad at Devotionals. You're Just a Dad.
Around 7am I go get the boys.
KJ is almost 3. David just turned 1. I walk down the hall and one of them is standing up in his crib, ready, like he's been waiting for the day to start. The quiet I had an hour ago — the one I tried to do something with — is gone.
I used to think a real devotional required that quiet to last. Thirty minutes. Nobody needing anything. The whole morning stretching out.
That life doesn't exist right now.
And for a long time, I carried real guilt about that. Like I was failing at something basic. Like the guys who had it together were somewhere else, in a chair, Bible open, doing it right — and I was just trying to keep up.
That's not failure. That's fatherhood.
The Standard Is the Problem
The Christian dad devotional you've been handed — up at 5 a.m., a chapter read, a journal page filled, twenty minutes of prayer — was built for conditions most of us don't live in.
And when you can't do it that way, it's easy to just stop. To tell yourself you'll start again when things settle down. When the kids are older. When the schedule clears.
I said that for a long time. Things didn't settle down. They got fuller.
What I've started to understand — slowly, with a lot of missed mornings — is that presence doesn't require a perfect setup. It just requires showing up with what you've actually got.
Five minutes before I go get them. A breath prayer while you're doing dishes. Two honest questions in Reflect while the kids eat breakfast.
Not because they're long. Because they're real.
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What an Old Practice Gets Right
"I have learned, in whatever state I am, to be content." — Philippians 4:11
Paul wrote that from prison. Not from a quiet study. From a cell, with no guaranteed tomorrow.
The peace he's describing isn't circumstantial. It isn't waiting for the toddlers to nap or the schedule to open up. It's something you live into in the middle of the noise, through small acts of attention, built slowly over time.
The Daily Examen — a 500-year-old prayer practice — was never designed to take an hour. Two questions at the end of the day: Where did I sense God's presence? Where did I resist it?
You can answer those in a parking lot. You can answer them in two minutes before your eyes close.
The Practice That Actually Lasts
I'm still not great at this. There are mornings I don't get any of it in, and I'm aware of it all day. That's honest.
But the devotional life that lasts for a dad isn't the most ambitious one. It's the one that actually happens.
Not because depth doesn't matter. Because a practice you do most mornings — even a short, interrupted, imperfect one — is worth more than a perfect one you abandoned in February.
The goal isn't a devotional life that looks a certain way. It's one that's real.
And most days, real is enough.
Seven days, no credit card required. If it doesn't fit your life, no hard feelings — I mean that.
Trent Jones is the author of the Forged Agents blog and builder of "Reflect", a daily reflection companion for living in the present, in peace, with joy.
