Last night we had a worship/feedback session that rocked my world. A new thought formed in my head. Daddy’s girl. I was thinking about how much I love my earthly daddy, thinkin about how amazing he is and how blessed I am by him. And then I was thinking about the relationship that a child has with her father. How he holds her in his arms as she falls asleep, how he tells her she’s beautiful and how she runs up to him exclaiming over each new exciting thing she discovers in life as he listens, enjoying every minute of it. He cries with her, he laughs with her, he longs to spend time with her. The relationship is beautiful. I’m a daddy’s girl at heart.
I’m a daddy’s girl and even more so, I want to be a heavenly daddy’s girl. I want to sit in His lap and fall asleep while He sings to me. I love to hear Him tell me how beautiful I am, how He lovingly formed me. I love to run up to Him exclaiming over all the little things in life He planned for me to discover and enjoy as He listens to me with a huge grin on His face. He cries when I cry. He laughs when I laugh. He loves to spend time with me. I’m a daddy’s girl at heart.
A daughter is so much like her daddy. She has his features, maybe his eyes or his smile, and even some of his characteristics. I have brown eyes like my pops and I walk like him. And just like I have bits of my pops in me, I have bits of my heavenly daddy in me. I was made in His image. I have His smile, I’m creative, and I love little children like He does. I’m a daddy’s girl at heart.
So, I am a daddy’s girl in the best kind of way. On earth. In heaven. Daddy’s girl for eternity.
