"He points me to Jesus"

My daughter gave me a gift today.  As part of her school work she had to write a poem about who her hero is.  Here it is...

My Dad is my hero.

He plays with me.

He makes a slide in the back during the winter.

He points me to Jesus.

He takes me out on "date days".

He loves me.

He makes me laugh.

He helps me on my homework.

He buys me toys.

I am one very thankful "hero".  I know but for the grace of God, none of that would be a reality.  My daughter - thankfully - never knew the old me.  I was struck by the fact that the entire list reflects on time spent together, and only one - the last one - deals with stuff.  She is learning to look past the gifts to the giver of the gifts.  If I could only be known for one thing, it is that I "point her to Jesus."  To God alone be the glory.

Who are you pointing to?