Who am I going to marry?

Many of you have heard the response Fiamma gives when presented with that question. Who are you going to marry Fiamma? "Daddy tell me" is her response. I am sure some of you think that is cute, but unrealistic and depending on how well you know me might not realize I am not being cute or joking. I/we are being very very serious. By the grace of God, daddy plans to never leave his baby girls. I will always be speaking into there lives and I wonder why so many are taken back by the fact I expect to be part of this decision. The best example any of us have on how to be a father is from God and he is not silent on any decision let alone whom we are to marry.

So tonight, as I was tucking Fiamma in, getting ready to pray for her I noticed she is getting so big. She is only two, but I was so aware in that moment that she is every day by the grace of God closer to getting a husband. So Fiamma and I did what we should do... we prayed for her and her husband. We prayed he would be a Godly man above reproach and that he would lead her well toward and in the Lord.

I figure at this rate if Fiamma is praying for her husband every night the first question she will ask about a boy is, is this the boy God has prepared for me? I want her, fifteen years down the road, when some idiot boy comes up to her asking her out, to load both barrels and fire. Always knowing God, a lot of times through daddy, will protect and take care of her.

So who is she going to marry? I guess ultimately God will tell her... through his word and mommy and daddy, the stewards God has given her too. May He keep her path straight.

My ladies are getting so big. There is so little time. God give me the grace to be diligent in preparing them for a life lived for your glory.