At the time this goes public, I’ll be sitting in the stands at the Hatley Mississippi Football Field watching my daughter, Lauren, graduate from high school. I’m not going to cry, I’m not going to cry. I’ve always been tough for Lauren and so I’ll have to keep that mask on tonight.
Lauren is every parent’s, especially parents in the ministry, dream. She’s gracefully endured six moves, four schools, and the general “living in the bubble” of a preacher’s kid. She’s seen her dad praised and she’s seen her dad panned, but she ‘s never lost faith in me or her Lord. She’s been treated with respect and she’s been treated like crap, but her faith endures. She’s like her momma: she’s one tough cookie.
I never thought I was worth a good wife or a good daughter. By God’s grace, I got both.
Lauren, I’m proud of you. I’ve watched you grow and you’ve never disappointed me or your mom. I’ve watched you come to and grow in Jesus. Probably one of the most important and unforgettable memories I have is that night in that New Orleans seminary apartment when you gave your little heart to Jesus. And you’re still giving.
I have no doubt you’ll continue to grow in the grace and knowledge of Christ. And if you stumble, there’s always three waiting to pick you back up: your dad, your mom, and your Lord.
God bless you Lauren. I love you.