I have three daughters. Daughters are the berries! They love to talk, stay up late, shop, watch chick-flicks, and share things we have in common. I guess that is logical—I raised them, and I like all those things! They are all unique in their own special way—one has red hair, one has brown hair, and one is a blonde—that is how different they are in personality as well. Some share commonalities—two of them really like sports, two of them really like running, two of them love to cook, all three of them love to sing—but we all love the four children my oldest has—her own children for one, her niece and nephews for the other two! They are each special . . .
But this time of year I think of my middle daughter who was born on Thanksgiving Day back in 1983. We stuffed a turkey the night before and had it in the oven; and our little turkey (10 lbs., 13½ oz.) was born at 8:13 AM on Thanksgiving morning! She is currently on deputation raising funds to go to England as a missionary. The Lord used her over the years as she taught school and is now using her as she presents her work in churches asking them to partner with her as she launches out to a foreign mission field. Her dad and I are proud of what she is doing and pray God’s richest blessing upon her! HAPPY BIRTHDAY on Thursday, dear! May God bless you ALWAYS!
“Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the womb is his reward. As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth” (Psalm 127:3, 4).