Preacher’s Daughter

I have drafts of so many deep things that I have been thinking about and pondering. I am sure I will refine those thoughts soon enough.

But, for now, I ran across this song- and my thoughts went to my father, for no particular reason other than I love this song- and I relate.

(Shout out to Joy Williams, apparently a fellow Preacher’s daughter.)

So why not a quick random tribute to my loving father on a random Sunday night?

A few days ago I was talking to a friend and I said, “HOW is THIS my life and I’m Paul Dreger’s daughter???!!?”

I could ponder that thought, but instead, I’d rather spend time being grateful. Since my life is what it is — I am so grateful that I am Paul Dreger’s daughter.

My dad taught us continually not to be proud.

But, I can’t help it. I’m proud of my dad. He is one of those preachers who practices what he preaches. And it goes far beyond all that.  I am proud of him for being so incredibly full of grace. I am proud of him for loving people and seeing people in their brokenness and pain (including me). I am proud of him for being open to seeing things differently - while always, always seeking the Lord and being true to who he believes God has called him to be.

I guess I’ll forever be a preacher’s daughter . . . And thankful.