Book: The Good, the Bad, and the Grace of God: What Honesty and Pain Taught Us About Faith, Family, and Forgiveness
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Phil and Miss Kay have left a legacy of love for their children and grandchildren. They've been teaching us their whole lives what Christ has taught them about love, sacrifice, forgiveness, and grace.We want to carry on the Robertson legacy with our old and new friends, including those who know us from the television show.It's a little scary to know we're being watched, but we look at it as a privilege to be able to show who we are and how we live our lives to so many others. We work hard to love each other and love others.But in the end, it's our children who are most important. We want to carry on our family legacy with our four children and someday our grandchildren and great-grandchildren. It's an awesome responsibility to be parents and to know that what we are doing with our kids will have eternal consequences because we know this world is not our home--we're just passing through. Yet even though parenting is a huge responsibility and a lot of work, it's also true that Lily, Merritt, Priscilla, and River have been the biggest blessings we've ever experienced. God's goodness shines through their eyes.Our lives have been filled with love and laughter and lots of fun, but there have been stumbles and struggles and tears too. Life is complicated, but we know that if we continue to follow the Lord, step by step, He'll shine a light and lead us down the right path. He'll do that for you, too, if you only ask Him.Once upon a time, a girl from town met a boy from the woods. And you know what? They lived happily ever after.The end.Well, actually, it's just the beginning!Love always and forever,Jep and Jessica book-quoteMaybe it's not a coincidence that I've always been interested in heroes, starting with my dad, Phil Robertson, and my mom, Miss Kay. My other heroes are my pa and my granny, who taught me how to play cards and dominoes and everything about fishing {which was a lot}, and my three older brothers, who teased me, beat me up, and sometimes let me follow them around. Not much has changed in that department.I've always loved movies, and when I was about seven or eight years old, I watched Sylvester Stallone's movie about an underdog boxer who used his fists, along with sheer will, determination, and the ability to endure pain, to make a way for himself. He fought hard but played fair and had a soft spot for his friends. I fell in love with Rocky. He was my hero, and I became obsessed.When I decide to do something, I'm all in; so I found a pair of red shorts that looked like Rocky's boxing trunks and a navy blue bathrobe with two white stripes on the sleeve and no belt. I took off my shirt and ran around bare-chested in my robe and shorts. Most kids I knew went through a superhero phase, but they picked DC Comics guys, like Batman or Superman. Not me. I was Rocky Balboa, the Italian Stallion, and proud of it. Mom let me run around like that for a couple of years, even when we went in to town.Rocky had a girlfriend, Adrian, who was always there, always by his side. When he was beaten and blinded in a bad fight, he called out for her before anybody else. "Yo, Adrian!" he shouted in his Philly-Italian accent. He needed her.Eventually, I grew up, and the red shorts and blue bathrobe didn't fit anymore, but I always remembered Rocky's kindness and his courage. And that every Rocky needs an Adrian. book-quote