Publisher's Synopsis
I am a father with two young children, a pigeon pair, whom I absolutely adore. Each and every day I count the hours until I can rush home after work to see, talk and play with these two most excellent and extraordinary human beings. But once they're tucked in and sleeping, and after I've collected those rogue eyelashes off their cheeks, blessed their blood and instructed their microbes to patrol them well, I often wondered if I had given them all I needed for that day, in order to adequately equip them for life tomorrow.I worried that I hadn't, which used to plunge me into a type of despair, not because I had neglected to contribute to the proliferation of their play things and experiences, that is easy, but had I shared enough of that which has constantly been burning unabated inside my chest since I was myself a child, in which resides the greatest treasure I own: my relationship with God, Maker of heaven and earth.It has been years now where I spend late nights and early mornings with my illuminated droid, writing to my children in an attempt to capture these butterflies on a battlefield in a feeble net, which they may read when they're a little older, so they too might come to know more about this most magnificent and significant investment I have in God's very own boy, Jesus Christ, in the hope that they themselves will pursue Him, whilst they move through life like the cut diamonds they are.
