The first man I ever loved was my Daddy.(God tells us in His word to love and protect our children and my daddy did just that.)
He taught me how to dance by stepping on his feet when I was small. I would hold on tight and we would twirl and slide around the kitchen floor. Tie my little red tennis shoes. Make scrambled eggs just for us two.
As I grew, he taught me how to ride a bike, change the oil in a car, become one heck of a fisherman, and set up camp just right. Pour cement for a backyard shed. It did not matter what we did, just as long as I was with him.
OH, LIFE WAS EASY THEN LIKE SOFT SWEET BUTTER ON HOMEMADE BREAD.
I was proud of my daddy and he was proud of me.
When I made some decisions that changed the road I’d intended to travel…
And life wasn’t so easy anymore,
He was there to love and support me. And he never said “I told you so”.He always told me I could be whatever I wanted to be!
I PRAISE GOD FOR THE MAN WHO LOVED ME, PROVIDED WELL FOR ME - and helped to shape me into the woman I am today.
Jesus walked my daddy into heaven on June 19, 2005
Now, he’s free from pain and free from worry and it gives me great joy to know that he is worshipping at the feet of the Savior!
Father God, creator of all life, thank you for the life of Stewart Edwin Witte. Thank you that you picked him to be my daddy but most of all thank you that he is living in eternity just as you promised to those who believe that you are Our Creator, Savior and Redeemer!
My heart is comforted by God’s promises in MATTHEW 5:4.
BLESSED ARE THOES THAT MOURN FOR THEY WILL BE COMFORTED.
AND IN ISAIAH 61: THAT THOSE THAT MOURN WILL BE PLANTED LIKE MIGHTY OAKS OF RIGHTEOUSNESS FOR HIS GLORY.
**The Lord is a shelter for the oppressed, a refuge in times of trouble. Psalm 9:9 **