When I graduated from high school the Preacher gave me a graduation present. It was a small bright blue billfold sized New Testament Bible with my name engraved on it. I still have it to this day. It sits on my desk as a constant reminder that I should be a good girl. If I’m feeling really good I put it in my purse and it tags along with me wherever I may roam.
On a blank page inside he wrote the following:
May 17, 1992
To my loving daughter. I am very proud of you as a father and a Pastor. I know it has been hard being a preacher’s kid, but you stood well. May God bless and keep you and accomplish His total will for your life.
(Pastor ___ )
See, he did care. I wonder if he would say the same thing now. I hope so.