My daughter Sarah will be celebrating 17 years of life soon. I say that with a huge gulp in my throat, knowing that I have only one more year to influence her to do the right things...make the right choices...keep her on track...you know the drill. I'm beginning to agree with Tim when he says 18 years is not enough to train a child and to keep under your wing.
I have seen her change from a strong willed child who kept me up hours beyond hours in her early years; stubborn enough to stare right in your eyes and say "No!" and hearing hours on hours of singing on the toilet while waiting to use the potty to a beautiful young lady who undoubtedly loves the Lord, has a soft spot for her sister, loves to give and recieve hugs from her 'daddy'; calls her 3 year old dog her puppy, stealing moments to listen to her mom and would love to receive, I think, a purple Panda for Christmas...whatever that is.
I look at her and think of all the tears and sweat Tim and I have poured into her life and hope that someday she will understand why we said 'no' to certain things and 'we'll see' (when in reality it probably meant 'mostly likely no way.') She truly has a heart for people to know the Lord on a deeper level then what they do already. She is striving to reach a much richer relationship with God. I look at her and stand in amazement at how mature she is for being 16, almost 17.
Someday she'll be off graduating from high school, off to college, marrying the man of God and her's dreams, having children and reflecting on her own life. I hope at the end of the day, she'll be able to rest her head on her pillow and know that she has done everything that she could for the glory of God.
I have seen her change from a strong willed child who kept me up hours beyond hours in her early years; stubborn enough to stare right in your eyes and say "No!" and hearing hours on hours of singing on the toilet while waiting to use the potty to a beautiful young lady who undoubtedly loves the Lord, has a soft spot for her sister, loves to give and recieve hugs from her 'daddy'; calls her 3 year old dog her puppy, stealing moments to listen to her mom and would love to receive, I think, a purple Panda for Christmas...whatever that is.
I look at her and think of all the tears and sweat Tim and I have poured into her life and hope that someday she will understand why we said 'no' to certain things and 'we'll see' (when in reality it probably meant 'mostly likely no way.') She truly has a heart for people to know the Lord on a deeper level then what they do already. She is striving to reach a much richer relationship with God. I look at her and stand in amazement at how mature she is for being 16, almost 17.
Someday she'll be off graduating from high school, off to college, marrying the man of God and her's dreams, having children and reflecting on her own life. I hope at the end of the day, she'll be able to rest her head on her pillow and know that she has done everything that she could for the glory of God.
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Sounds like you and Tim have done a wonderful job raising her :) And don't worry, you'll have more influence than you now realize even after she's grown and out of the house! *hugs*
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