Journal Entry from March 5, 2009
Yesterday Leslie and I found out that we are expecting a baby girl. In a few short months I will be father to a son and daughter. We couldn’t be more thrilled! Another boy would have been great too, of course, but I’m really looking forward to dresses and long hair and father-daughter dates. I’ve been trying not to think about her dating or giving her away at her wedding because I get pretty choked up. And I haven’t even met her yet! What a softy.
It’s very possible that I’ll be a horrible father because I’m pretty much a total sucker for cute little girls. I don’t think I’ll be very good at saying, “No,” like I am with Owen. I’ve been thinking about some lyrics from the Loudon Wainwright song, “Daughter”:
“That’s my daughter in the water
every time she fell I caught her.
Every time she fell.
That’s my daughter in the water,
I lost every time I fought her.
Yeah, I lost every time.”
Obviously, some ‘fatherly’ scriptures have been on my mind this morning:
Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord,
the fruit of the womb a reward.
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior
are the children of one’s youth.
Blessed is the man
who fills his quiver with them!
He shall not be put to shame
when he speaks with his enemies in the gate. (Ps. 127:3-5)
Fathers, do not provoke your children to anger, but bring them up in the discipline and instruction of the Lord. (Eph. 6:4)
Father, I’m praying this morning that you would make me a good and faithful father, taking my cues from your goodness and faithfulness. Make me warm, loving, kind, gentle, tender, strong, and godly. I praise you for your good and undeserved gifts to us.