Out of the Fog: How America's Family Coaches Got Started

By Dr. Gary Rosberg June 1, 2000

I was sitting in my favorite chair, studying for the final stages of my doctoral degree, when Sarah (my five-year-old daughter) announced herself in my presence with a question:

“Daddy, do you want to see my family picture?” “Sarah, Daddy’s busy. Come back in a little while, honey.” (Good move, right? I was busy. A week’s worth of work to squeeze into a weekend. You’ve been there.)

Ten minutes later she swept back into the living room, “Daddy, let me show you my picture.” The heat went up around my collar. “Sarah, I said come back later.”

Three minutes later she stormed into the living room, got three inches from my nose, and barked with all the power a five-year-old could muster: “Do you want to see it or don’t you?” The assertive Christian woman in training.

“NO,” I told her. “I DON’T.”father and daughter

With that she zoomed out of the room. And somehow, being alone at that moment wasn’t as satisfying as I thought it would be. I felt like a jerk. (Don’t agree so loudly.) I went to the front door.

Sarah, I called, “Could you come back inside a minute, please? Daddy would like to see your picture.”

She obliged with no recriminations, and popped up on my lap. It was a great picture. She’d even given it a title across the top. In her best printing, she had inscribed: “OUR FAMILY BEST.”

“Tell me about it,” I said.

“Here is Mommy (a stick figure with long yellow curly hair), here is me standing by Mommy (with a smiley face), here is our dog Katie, and here is Missy (her little sister was a stick figure lying on the street in front of the house, about three times bigger than anyone else). It was pretty good insight into how she saw our family.

“I love your picture, honey,” I told her. “I’ll hang it on the dining room wall, and each night when I come home from work and from class (which was usually around 10 p.m.), I’m going to look at it.

She took me at my word, beamed from ear to ear, and went outside to play. I went back to my books. But for some reason, I kept reading the same paragraph over and over.

Something made me uneasy.

Something about Sarah’s picture.

Something was missing.

I went to the front door. “Sarah,” I called, “could you come back inside for a minute, please? I want to look at your picture again, honey.” Sarah crawled back into my lap. I can close my eyes right now and still see the way she looked. Cheeks rosy from playing outside. Pigtails. Strawberry Shortcake tennis shoes. A Cabbage Patch doll named Nellie tucked limply under her arm.

I asked my little girl a question, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear the answer. “Honey, there’s Mommy, and Sarah, and Missy. Katie the dog is in the picture, and the sun, and the house, and squirrels, and birdies. But Sarah...where is your Daddy?”

“You’re at the library,” she said.

With that simple statement my little princess stopped time for me. Lifting her gently off my lap, I sent her back to play in the spring sunshine. I slumped back in my chair with a swirling head and blood pumping furiously through my heart. Even as I type these words, I can feel those sensations all over again. It was a frightening moment. The fog lifted from my preoccupied brain for a minute—and suddenly I could see. But what I saw scared me to death. It was like being a ship and coming out of the fog in time to see a huge, sharp rock knifing through the surf just off the port bow.

She nailed me. Right between the eyes. Bull’s eye. For whatever reason, I couldn’t hear those words from my wife, Barbara, though she’d probably been trying to get through to me for months on end. All the cautions to keep the “balanced lifestyle” from sermons, books, and friends never filtered through my distracted head. But Sarah’s simple statement—”You’re at the library”—got my attention—big time.

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I hung the drawing on the dining room wall, just as I promised my girl. And through those long, intense weeks preceding the oral defense of my dissertation, I stared at that revealing portrait. It happened every night in the silence of my sleeping home, as I consumed my late-night, warmed-over dinners. I didn’t have the guts to bring the issue up to Barbara. And she had the incredible insight to let it rest until I had the courage to deal with it. I finally finished my degree program. I was “Dr. Rosberg” now, and I guess it should have been a big deal for me. But frankly, there wasn’t much joy in my life.

One night after graduation, Barbara and I were lying in bed together and I found myself working up the nerve to ask her a few questions. It was late, it was dark, and as I murmured my first question, I was praying Barb had already fallen asleep. “Barb, are you sleeping?” “No,” she said. Rats! I thought to myself. Now I’m committed.

“Barbara, you’ve obviously seen Sarah’s picture taped on the dining room wall. Why haven’t you said anything?”

“Because I know how much it wounded you, Gary.” Words from a woman wise beyond her twenty-something years. At that point, I asked the toughest question I’ve ever asked anyone in my life.

“Barb...I want to come home. Can I do it?”

Twenty seconds of silence followed. It seemed like I held my breath for an hour. “Gary,” Barb said carefully, “the girls and I love you very much. We want you home. But you haven’t been here. I’ve felt like a single parent for years.”

The words look cold in print, but she said them with restraint and tenderness. It was just plain, unvarnished truth. My little girl had drawn the picture, and now her mom was speaking the words. My life had been out of control, my family was on automatic pilot, and I had a long road ahead of me if I wanted to win them back.

But I had to win them back. Now that the fog had lifted, it suddenly became the most important thing in my life...

Dr. Gary Rosberg did win his family back. It took years of time, sacrifice, unselfishness, love. But two years later, Gary’s three precious ladies announced they had a gift for him...a new family picture with Daddy right in the center. Back where he belonged.

That family picture eventually led Gary and Barb to where they are today ... in full-time ministry strengthening and encouraging families to finish strong and maintain hope. No matter what situations we find ourselves in, there’s hope. Hope in God, hope in healing, hope in new beginnings.

America’s Family Coaches is a nonprofit Christian ministry led by Dr. Gary Rosberg and his wife Barbara. This ministry consists of many different training avenues. “CrossTrainers” teach men how to strengthen their relationship with God, their wife, children, friends, church and community. “A Woman’s Legacy” is a seminar emphasizing the incredible value of a woman. “Date With a Purpose” consists of an evening set aside just for couples to relax, hear practical teaching about marriage, and strengthen the intimacy in their relationship.

Gary and Barb also have national outreach through Promise Keepers, FamilyLife Marriage Conferences, Men-to-Men Leadership Conferences and “America’s Family Coaches...LIVE” (a daily, nationally syndicated radio program addressing family-related issues).

For more information concerning this ministry, contact:

America’s Family Coaches
2540 106th Street, Suite 101, Des Moines, Iowa 50322
Phone: (515) 334-7482 or 1-888-ROSBERG
Fax: (515) 334-7486
E-mail: afc@netins.net, www.afclive.com