love songs 13

I’ve saved the best for last. (Lucky number thirteen.) My “adopted” daughter Sarah is the one living female in my life whom I love the most.

Her approval means everything to me. It was only after she decided that my work for kids is “God’s work” that I felt it had been green-lighted and I could give it my all. So if you like what I’m doing, thank Sarah. (And if you don’t approve, just keep her out of it!)

I asked Sarah what her favorite love song is, and without hesitating a beat she answered “Stand By Me.”

“That certainly isn’t a very mooshy song, is it?” I challenged gently.

“Well, no… but I’ve liked it since I was young, because of the film and all that,” she explained.

“I guess it also has to do with the fact that you place such a high value on loyalty,” I ventured.

“Well, yeah,” she agreed.

We had talked about this before. Faithfulness is not so much a ball-and-chain obligation, but a decision to freely commit to someone or something, and to keep making that same free choice again and again, no matter what new circumstances or obstacles may stand in the way. It provides for permanence without staleness.

We are family. I’m grateful that, if everyone else in the world were to abandon me, Sarah would remain.

I love you, Sarah.


Groove of the Day 

Listen to Ben E. King performing “Stand By Me”


“Nothing is more noble, nothing more venerable, than fidelity. Faithfulness and truth are the most sacred excellences and endowments of the human mind.”

~ Marcus Tullius Cicero


2 Responses to “love songs 13”

  1. August 31, 2012 at 4:24 am

    Well said Dan, that’s just how I (and The Gang) feel about making a committment to these kids and what you are trying to do – not something that we “have” to do, but a free committment to them, whatever hurdles we have to jump along the way. A GREAT and encouraging post mate. Take care. £ance (and of course “The Gang”).

  2. 2 matt
    August 31, 2012 at 6:44 am

    Love that song, Dan. I grew up in a world very similar to that movie setting, and enjoy watching it time and again. Those are exactly the kinds of “adventures” my brothers and I had as kids. Moving between a dozen small towns, there was always something new to explore, new trouble to get into (it usually found us, if we didn’t find it first). Sometimes my dad encouraged us, and sometimes there was an ass-whipping waiting at the far end, but such youthful adventures proved to be awesome learning experiences, and they had a profound impact on the man I became.

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