I think I do a good job of keeping my family secure as we've lived in the glass house. While we are public in many aspects, we have done well to enjoy the privacy of being parents and children in both celebrations and sufferings. However, today I write of one of life's greatest blessings: Daddy's Girl.
My girl is Wendy Michelle. It's her birthday. All dad's believe theirs to be the best girl; but I must admit all other dad's have been sorely mistaken. Wendy raises the bar for daughterhood. I've noted her humility when she was victorious and her determined faithfulness when she suffered heartbreak.
Her first fiance was abruptly removed from life. Wendy watched patiently as God brought her even a neater man. All three of her children barely survived premature births. One didn't make it. I've witnessed her pain which repeatedly experienced horrendous intrusion only to visibly see God rush to her rescue.
Wendy Michelle Rush Chapel is pretty and pretty smart and pretty amazing. A lot of men wish they could be her dad; but only one gets to make such claim. I am proud indeed of such an accomplished woman. She has may salute, my admiration, and my love.
Wendy-the-Pooh, you were the most beautiful baby in the whole hospital ward. Everyone stood at the window to look at their baby and to direct attention to your crib as well. I am the one who took you home. I think you have done well to have kept what seemed to be your destiny: becoming the best girl!
Happy Birthday! Love you!