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TODAY I WATCHED MY DAUGHTER GRADU ATE . . . Just yesterday we walked down the hall of an elementary school and parted at the door, “Goodby, darling. God bless you.” She skipped into the room, pigtails bouncing with a joyful aware ness of new experiences to come and new friends to make. I returned home with a small break in my heart, for I realized that her father and I were no longer the center of her world, the only ones to come to with her questions and the final answer on her problems. But this small break healed almost without my being aware of it, when the passing of the days and then the years of study. That small break was filled with contentment and pride when she took full advantage of her school years, attain ing good grades and participating in extra-curricu lar activities. It was fun to visit school and see her work in art and science, her acting in plays, to hear her sing in the choir, to watch her at the piano recitals. On the day she publicly dedicated her life to Christ, my heart was filled with the wonder of God’s grace—full of thankfulness that He had helped us raise a daughter, a daughter who desired to have the Holy Spirit work fully in her. TODAY I WATCHED MY DAUGHTER GRADU ATE . . . Tomorrow it will be strange to find her room void of the usual cluttered load of papers, books and notes. The piano will no longer play her favorite melodies. A big change is taking place in our lives again. This time we will walk together to the gate at the airport and once again she will go on to new experiences and friends. TODAY I WATCHED MY DAUGHTER GRADU ATE . . . I hope and pray that we have been wise enough to teach her well, for now her future is in her hands and she must stand up to the challenge. “Goodby, darling. God bless you.” Mrs. Robert Clark, sta ff member HCJB Quito, Ecuador, South America BE
May 18, 1967 TODAY I WATCHED MY DAUGHTER GRADU ATE . . . And I thought back to the night of her birth. Was it really 18 years ago? Almost before we could get to the hospital there she lay in the tiny hospital crib, all warm and wonderful and belong ing just to Bob and me—and to her brother Bobby. There is something very special about a daughter, isn’t there? You don’t really love her more, but somehow there is an indescribable bond between you. TODAY I WATCHED MY DAUGHTER GRADU ATE . . . And I remembered those days and nights after Marji had fallen out of the window and frac tured her head so badly. It was on her third birth day and we despaired for her life, and later, for her mind. We called upon God then and He heard us. He allowed us to keep her; permitted us to see her mature into this lovely girl who as President of the Student Council gave the introductory remarks this morning.
JUNE, 1968
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