Ivy Sue and You

One of my favorite things, by far, growing up was my daddy reading to me. I loved taking him my library book and sitting in his lap and listening to the story unfold. His calm voice and the cadence he used while reading kept me enthralled! As I grew, the story times dwindled as our time spent together shifted to teaching me how to check my oil and change a flat, which with the vehicles I've had over the years, has been some of the most well used knowledge I posses. When I was preparing to be married and would therefore moving out of the house, Daddy said "I thought Scotty would just move in here" reassuring me I was still his little girl and he wasn't ready for me to go, and yet he gave me butterfly kisses at the alter as he gave me away. Even now, a wife and mother, I still need my daddy! His scripture reading on Sundays is more dear to my heart than anyone can know. He prays for me and with me. He councils, encourages and guides as I sometimes struggle in ministry. My daddy has known what I needed during each season of my life. Daddy, I know I'm not good at showing my gratitude for all have done and continue to do, but thank you for being the best daddy and example of our heavenly Father to me. I love you. "Direct your children onto the right path, and when they are older, they will not leave it." Proverbs 22:6