This is a phrase that has been thrown around over many years with many connotations. With divorce rates as they are, often children grow up with one parent, a parent and a stepparent, with other adult family members, or with total strangers. Daddy’s can be the best influence in a young woman’s life, or one of the worst – if not the worst. My life’s view of men was shaped by my dad and other adult male figures in life – uncles, granddads, etc. Unfortunately my view of male figures left me with a great deal of distrust and, as a girl, being made to feel less than. I grew up a hop, skip, and a jump from a time when the woman was considered the husband’s property.

What a difficult mountain for God to have to move in my life. How did he do it?

After my divorce in 1977, I worked as the Office Manager of Kmart in my home town. Mr. Byrd was the manager there. He was the first solid example of a man who loved his wife and family. That was my first glimpse of what a family man should look like.

Then I started going to EWC in Roanoke Rapids – wow more families who loved each other and God. Pastor Tom Johnson ministered one Sunday that God would never call you to him, and then stick out his foot to trip you up. “Excellent” word picture for one who could not trust God; because He was a “He.” My faith was growing, my life was changing, and trust in God was beginning to be very real. I have seen so many examples of godly men in the GCI family. This has been such a blessing.

Before I end this, I have to say something about the second true love of my life. My husband, Ken, (second only to God) has been a rock in my life. I wasn’t just a broken pot when we met; I was a shattered and scattered vessel. Thank God, he and I chose to stick it out and get to the point we are now. Now I know how truly faithful God was, is, and always will be in my life.

None of us are perfect; but God is. SO — “Who’s your daddy?” If you allow God to be, and you do what He teaches; you will become His woman of faith and beauty.

NOTE: Won’t you consider joining us at the Weldon Regional Wellspring Womens Conference? You can talk with and hear what God has done in other women’s lives. Registration or conference information.

Janet Arrington

Janet Arrington — A funny thing happened on the way to the 3rd grade. In the second grade, a boy (ugh!) liked me; and during recess one day he kissed me on the cheek. Boy was I mad – I slapped him. I had grown up my full 7 years right between a brother, 1 year older, and a brother, 1 year younger. I knew how to defend myself pretty well by then. Anyway, that young fellow was something of a bully, and I’m sure he deserved to be taken down a peg or two. I love justice – don’t you?