As a parent, you spend years hoping, praying, fretting, and sweating. What will happen to this fragile little baby cradled in my arms? What will she become? Will she make the right choices? Will she go off the deep end? What happens when I can’t control her any more? What will happen when she’s old enough to walk away?
This past year our church offered students the opportunity to take a "profession of faith" class. Unlike the confirmation class that was mandatory for all 7th graders in my church when I was a kid, this class was the students choice. This was their own decision and a chance to say, "This is what I believe."
It was pretty cool to watch Taylor and Madison, along with many other high schoolers, step up on Sunday morning to make their profession of faith. I have to be honest; this dad got a little "misty" to see how my babies have grown, and what honorable young women they have become.
Good stuff.
Thanks for the comments, Kev. I know how much you care for and pray for H. I look forward to the day you can see what a godly young man you’ve helped raise!
Congrats Tom. You should be very proud of your girls. I can relate to your pride because Harrison recently made the decision to learn about and participate in the Lord’s Supper. He is such a bright young man. I still worry and pray the prayers you mention above about the H-bomb growing up to make great choices and live for God!