Vision, This Is Reality7:30 AM
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I was hooked.
Being eleven, I still had a pretty wait yet before actually marrying or raising children; I still was trying to figure out long division. (That was ugly.) I latched onto the idea of stay-at-home daughters—namely, supporting my daddy’s vision. Doing something big for him. Something—I don’t know what. But it would be big. Huge.
I asked him—several times, because apparently he didn’t quite share the scope of vision I did—“Daddy, what do you want me to be doing with my time? How can I help you?”
He always answered, “Help your mom out.”
I would make a box of macaroni and cheese that day and wonder why, when he had this passionate, intelligent, on-her-toes-ready daughter, he kept telling me to just help my mom out. Where were the ministry plans? Where was the book deal? Where was the speaking tour schedule?
I could do all that. Not only could I do it, I wanted to do it. I was totally surrendered.
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