22 years of being a head deacon's daughter. I sometimes wondered how my life would have been had I not grown up with a head deacon as a father. All the freedom not being closely watched, all the impulsive decisions without thinking twice about my parent's offices, all the mistake I would have committed. However, I believe my dad becoming a head deacon was one of the best things that had happened for my family. I think many of our blessings stemmed from that, but it was not until one service this year with Brother Gino that I realized just how
blessed my family was. It all made sense.
I am no longer the daughter of a head deacon. I just found out today. I am okay. I just hope my parents will be.