Daddy gently kisses the top of my hand that he holds in his hand.  I feel his love for me.

“Don’t ever kiss a man’s hand, Jeanne,” said Daddy.

I try to figure out what he means by this, as I’m only eight-years-old.  I put the words in my back pocket to figure out later in life.  Today, I know that Daddy was teaching me a lesson in women’s rights.  In my first lesson of independence, he tells me not to be subservient, one who is prepared to obey others unquestioningly, one who is under someone’s thumb, one who is less important.  I never kissed a man’s hand, however, I wish I could say I was more independent throughout my life.  It was hard to do without Daddy around.  I’m past all of that and am happy to say that today I am only a subservient woman to dear, sweet, Jesus.  Jesus is King.