Alright, here comes some more of my heart. I'm going to trust you to keep it safe.
I miss my dad. Though, you should already know that.
What you may not know is that I have many "extra" parents. And I love every one of them so deeply.
They all, in turn, care for me. They are all over the country. I am also always gaining new parents everywhere I go, and I tend to travel a lot.
I gained a new set of parents within the last few weeks. They attend my church, and have actually agreed to be my first volunteer Adult Leaders for my Youth Group. I am very excited for this year at church.
Now back to the part about missing my dad.
This morning, when I arrived at church, my new Michigan dad was at the door greeting those that entered. I was running late and as I walked up to the door, he opened it and said "Now there's my daughter!"
My heart leaped.
Guys, as I sit here typing, and crying of course, I am drawn to that image of a Father greeting his child so excitedly. I have not heard a phrase like that in thirteen days shy of a year. After the year that I have had, and after the last few months of growing and changing; making decisions, and having to relearn to trust God, this phrase was healing.
God has always been my "Daddy," yet I have struggled with calling Him such. Until now. His love for me as His daughter has not changed. Every day He looks at me and calls to me with such excitement. He is my Father. I am His daughter.
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