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!
