My then-13-year-old daughter had just finished telling me yet another story about some crazy thing she did. As I looked at her with wide-eyed amusement, she suddenly blurted out, “You never thought you’d have a daughter like me, did you?” Boy, was she right. My beautiful, amazing daughter is nothing like I thought she’d be. My imaginary daughter was going to be, well, just like me, of course. A Melinda mini-me. Wouldn’t that be sweet? But God had already made one Melinda. And He doesn’t duplicate. He’s just so much more creative than that. So He gave me Molly. She’s outgoing and …
