I am my fathers’ daughter, and I am proud.
I procrastinate like my father.
I talk to everyone and anyone, if I know them or not, like my father.
I love learning about people, like my father.
I have the worst sweet tooth, like my father.
I like to serve people in the day to day, like my father.
I laugh like my father.
I look like my father.
I love my father.
I remember sitting next to him on an airplane and being nervous about who was going to sit on the other side of him because I knew he would talk to them, and was probably going to end up sharing the gospel with them.
I was embarrassed.
Embarrassed that he was going to share his faith with them. That he would potentially help them make the best decision in their entire lives.
I am saddened that my 16 year old self didn’t fully grasp what was at stake.
Sitting here now though, looking at what I am doing, what I strive to do, I am so much like my father.
I can not tell you the amount of times that he has made me breakfast, sent a package for me, cleaned my car for me, filled my car up with gas, brought my favorite treat home, I could go on an on.
He grew up a completely different way I did and had to forgive so many people in his life, and he did it. He made sure that I didn’t grow up that way. My mother and father love me with everything in them. I have never had to question that.
Thank you for sharing your faith and not caring what your 16 year old daughter thought of you. Thank you for inviting me to serve along side of you on CWE (Construction for Worldwide Evangelism) trips. Thank you for always being a good example. A great Dad.
I love you Dad.
-Lyss
