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Proverbs 4:1King James Version (KJV)

4 Hear, ye children, the instruction of a father, and attend to know understanding.
Dear Friends,
It pays to listen to sound advice.  I think back to the wisdom of my parents. I reflect on the countless times my father would stay up talking to me until the wee hours of the morning. I always knew my dreams mattered. And he knew that his dreams mattered to me.  Fathers, grandfathers, uncles, male cousins, positive influences in the lives of young people have tremendous impact.  It is true that it takes a village to raise a child.  And it takes all of us, men and women alike, to keep raising the village.
in Christ,
Sis Stephanie
            For My Father at Eighty-Three -sdktyus@2018 
It meant something for me to grow up with a father
Who was a guide, confidante and someone on whom I could depend
Daddy represented wisdom and courage and safety back then
He painted a picture of the world that was realistic yet he tempered it with love
Constantly reminding me that my life was being shaped by Our Father above.
Daddy did not represent perfection as a man of course there were flaws
But today as back then he was my hero flaws and all.
My father taught me to hold my head up and not be afraid
To look another in the eye.
Thank you Daddy for giving me the tools that I needed to survive.
Daddy, God bless you today on your 83rd birthday.

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