Growing up in a pastor’s home was always such an honor for me. My dad always made me feel safe because I trusted him. He led me to faith in Jesus when I was five years old. Although I have forgotten most of his sermons, I distinctly remember his prayers at my bedside & all his love, discipline & teaching. I have vivid memories of walking from our parsonage next door into his study at the church. I probably should have knocked first because as I entered, I realized this was holy ground. He never corrected me for interrupting him & always made me feel like his little princess, as if I were the only one in the world who was important to him. Those memories are deeply imbedded in my mind. When I remember him on his knees looking up at me with those sweat drops on his strong gentle face as he wiped away tears, it is enough to bring this preacher’s daughter to my knees even now! That wrinkled forhead, those tears, sweat drops & prayers were just for me! He must be a small touch of what I envision my Heavenly Father to be like.
I am very thankful for him instilling in my being the practice of loving the Lord my God with all my heart, soul, & mind. Most of all, I want to thank you, dad, for loving mom for 71 years & for your openness to learning about the devastation abuse caused in my life & for building me up through love & scripture. You both were the best parents a daughter could ever have. I deeply love you & miss you more than you will ever know.