I am thankful for...
my dad. Today I celebrate the man who inspired me with bedtime stories about a poor boy in the 1950s. The boy's determination became a learned man's wisdom as he listened to God every morning on his knees. I saw that boy's determination with every job change, every out-of-state move, every decision made as a family at the kitchen table. That man's wisdom revealed itself when he listened to his five-year-old's counsel, when he took to heart the Scripture verses his wife left open on his desk. To those who know him little, his success may seem imposing. To this little girl who loves him flaws and all, his significance rests just under his chin where her adult head still finds comfort.
I love you, Daddy! Happy Birthday!