Saturday, April 8, 2017

My Father's Daughter

I am my father’s daughter

My dad was a larger than life character. He was my hero. He was the best dad for me. I think from the very beginning we had a special bond and I don’t ever remember a time when he wasn’t one of my favorite people. I guess that’s why it never bothered me to hear people tell me…

You are your father’s daughter

I never had a problem being like my dad. He was loud, funny and charismatic. He was stubborn, proud and fiery. He never met a stranger and he would love any and every one.  He would give away money he didn’t have if you needed it and he was never short of a story or joke to tell. Most of my life I would attribute many of these same qualities to myself, I would say….

I am my father’s daughter

But as time passes and moves further from the day my dad died, I see that really this is not who I am, this is who he was. I am becoming my own and in that I see that I was just acting like my hero, I wanted to be like him, I was imaging what I saw in him.  I wanted to be…

My father’s daughter

I’m ok with changing and I think it’s good, it’s growth. At some point in my younger years I made a choice to be a Christ follower and at that time I gained another Father, a heavenly Father. And he is graceful, loving, just, merciful and long suffering.  And He is my hero! And I have to ask myself…

Am I my Father’s daughter

Do I image this father the same way I did my own? Do people who know me say that I am like Him? Do I show his love to those around me in a way that will make His name great among the nations? Do I show people the hope He shows me each and every day?  As I was thinking about these things I began to think about the girls I serve in El Salvador each year. I wonder do I help them to understand that they are…

Their Father’s daughter

Do they have hope, do they know that God loves them and wants them to know Him as their father? It’s hard when you see the pain in their eyes and know what they have gone though. It’s hard to get them to trust in a heavenly father when they couldn’t trust in their earthly one. But the more I go the more I am sure that what we do down there is making a difference. These girls that we serve every year are getting to know their heavenly father and even in the midst of all the pain every day they are beginning to see that they are…

                                                      Their Father’s daughters

Stephanie Keenan

Thank you for your continued prayers and support of the ministry I work with in El Salvador, His Hands His Feet!  We are currently raising funds for this year’s house project and quinceañera. The cost of the house is $6,000 and the cost of the party is $7,000.  If you would like to support me you can use the PayPal button on our blog or mail a check to His Hands His Feet, 69 Saratoga, Newport Beach, CA 92660.  Thank you for helping the people of El Salvador to understand the love of their Heavenly Father through your prayers, partnership and support!

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