Father's Day was a couple of days ago.  I'm blessed to be the father of three wonderful daughters.  Not bad for a couple who was told by two different doctors we would not have children of our own!  It's hard to contemplate on my own fatherhood without giving credit to our Heavenly Father for His blessing us.

This year, Rose gave me an Atlanta Braves shirt.  Actually, she wears it because it's her size, which was intentional.  She loves to wear a Red Sox shirt, then I pretend to get upset that she's wearing it and chase her around the house.  Now, as a sign of her love for me, she wears a shirt bearing my team's logo.  Jo gave me a book, and in an inscription she wrote that I was the coolest person she knows.  Not many dads get that  for Father's Day!  Naomi wrote me a letter, and she ended it with this:

"Patience is the thing that strikes me most about you... Patiently holding me while I cry.  Patiently listening to me when I'm in a bad mood.  Your patience amazes me, daddy.  And I thank you most of all for showing me that."


In the mad rush of going from teaching to camp life, I still haven't processed all that happened with my students last year, but I do often wonder if I had any impact on the students at all.  Then I wonder if I'm really the right guy to be running this summer camp.  But Father's Day reminded me that, even if I didn't impact every kid I taught, and even if I haven't reached every camper to come to Baptist Park, by God's grace, I've impacted three young ladies who all love the Lord.  What else could be more important than that.