This Wednesday is it... a day that Trish and I knew was coming - our daughter is moving out and heading to Liberty. I am so proud of her and happy for her that she is entering an exciting chapter in her life; yet, the reality of what is happening just hit me like an atomic bomb. The thoughts swirling in my head... first and foremost, was I a good dad to her? I am trying to justify that I was; although the initial thoughts are of what more I could have done. Such as...
- Stopped at her bedroom door more often and prayed for her.
- Knocked on her door and just said "I love you." I know I am guilty of sometimes talking to my kids when I feel they need instruction more often than just talking to them.
- Gone on more dates. I think I remember most of the ones we went on. She deserved more.
I guess it just hit how much I take the time with my family for granted. You can't go backwards on time but you can make adjustments going forward. It would be so much easier to have made these adjustments with her in my home though.
I love her more than words can say. I pray my actions for her have spoken my love. When Trish and I were at Liberty, a popular Christian singer, Wayne Watson, came and performed a concert. His most well-known song talks about what I am experiencing. If you have kids, take a few minutes and click on the title to this blog and listen... the lyrics are below.
Whitney Sweat - I LOVE YOU!!!
Lyrics to Watercolor Ponies :There are watercolour ponies / On my refrigerater door / And the shape of somethingI don't really recognize / Drawn by careful little fingers / And put proudly on display / A reminder to us allOf how time flies / Seems an endless mound of laundry / And a stairway laced with toys / Gives a blow by blowReminder of the war / That we fight for their well-beingFor their greater understanding / To impart a holy reverance For the Lord / But, baby, what will we do / When it comes back to me and you? / They look a little less Like little boys every day / Oh, the pleasure of watching The children growing / Is mixed with a bitter cup / Of knowing the watercolour ponies / Will one day ride away / And the vision can get so narrow / As you view through your tiny world / And little victories can go by / With no applause / But in the greater evaluation / As they fly from your nest of love / May they mount up with wings / As eagles for His cause
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