When I was little, my community put on a Daddy-Daughter Dance. My dad would take me and my sisters every year until we turned 12 or 13. My sisters and I would spend weeks shopping with our mom trying to pick out the most beautiful dresses. We wore crowns on our heads. We felt like princesses. My dad wore a tuxedo and a tie we helped him pick out. He would get us all flowers or a corsage and we would giggle with delight. We were even allowed to wear heels (heels to me were anything but a pair of tennis shoes, tomboy alert!) that we would gladly kick off as soon as we got onto the dance floor. My dad would escort us all to the car; sometimes he even rented a limo to take us! At the dance, my dad opened doors for us, he pulled out our chairs when we sat to eat dinner, and he let us stand on his feet or held us when a slow song came on. It was all very romantic, very sweet, and we felt like the most important and loved daughters in the world. These daddy-daughter dates are some of the best memories I have with my dad.
Today I was driving and I was thinking about how I wish I was still little. How I wish that I lived with my daddy so he could take me on daddy-daughter dates and romance me.
And I heard the Father whisper to my heart, “I’m here. You’re my princess, my little girl. We can go on daddy-daughter dates any time you want. I’ll romance your heart. I’ll let you stand on my feet while we dance. I love you.”
And I wept. My daddy in Heaven wants to take me on daddy-daughter dates. He wants to romance my heart. He wants to dance with me. He wants to hold me. He wants to love me. I’m His princess. He puts a crown on my head. And He calls me His daughter.
How often do I ignore Him? How often do I reject Him? His desire is to pour out His love and I choose to love the world. To love earthly things. To spend time with someone else. It breaks His heart.
In this season of my life, I need daddy-daughter dates with my Heavenly Father. In fact, in every season of life, I need daddy-daughter dates with Him. He’s the ultimate Father, romancer, and best friend.
Today, I’m thankful for my daddy in heaven whos always willing to go on a daddy-daughter date with me. And who reveals his heart to me a little more each time I seek him. I pray that Holy Spirit will remind me of this on the Race.
So many people in the world don’t have an earthly father to take them on daddy-daughter dates, but I cant wait to tell them about their Abba Father who will.
PS. Dad, if you’re reading this, this one’s for you.
