Thank You for My Failed Startup

Lord, when the investors pulled out, I thought it was the end. Then my 12-year-old daughter set up a lemonade stand to help save Daddys company. As we counted pennies together, I noticed her braces needed adjusting and realized I had missed six dentist appointments. The business died, but I gained back bedtime stories and science fair projects. You strip away our idols to give us what truly matters.