Lesson from a Preacher's Daughter

She grew up in a beautiful home, she said.  To illustrate, she told this story:

Once, I went over to my Auntie's house. She and my Uncle were arguing.  I was shocked.
"Adults fight, too, Auntie?' I asked. "I thought fighting was only for kids."
You see, Dr. Elizabeth?  My parents gave us a beautiful childhood.  I was about nine years old when I learned that adults could [be selfish], too.

As she told the story, I felt myself unable to breathe at the perfection of it all.  What kind of love and selflessness must have permeated that home?

What a legacy.  Exactly the legacy that by God's grace I want to leave my children.


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