Monday, August 27, 2012


My home is now being  overrun   infested   overwhelmed   crowded  ABUNDANTLY BLESSED with teenagers.  I first met this little girl 13 years ago today.  I can hardly believe how fast the years have passed, but I've loved every minute I've been given by God to spend with her.

She loves playing the guitar, painting, playing the flute, reading, playing the piano, being with friends, playing with her sister and brothers, babysitting, and being a Junior Mom to a family of 7.  She's awesome.  And if anybody ever says otherwise, I'll break both of their legs.

And my prayer for you on this birthday, Calli, is that your God-given beauty will always penetrate all the way down to the hidden person of the heart -- the imperishable beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which in God's sight is very precious (1 Peter 3).

The father of a daughter is nothing but a high-class hostage.
A father turns a stony face to his sons, berates them, shakes his antlers, 
paws the ground, snorts, runs them off into the underbrush, 
but when his daughter puts her arm over his shoulder and says, 
"Daddy, I need to ask you something," 
he is a pat of butter in a hot frying pan.
~Garrison Keillor~

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