Daddy’s girl

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He has been back to school for a week now, and our new routine has settled in. All seemed to be business as usual…until she woke up. She was happy when she came out of her room and was chattering on about a good dream she was having. Then, she realized that he was leaving for work. “Nooooo! I want my Daddy!”….”Daddy, please eat with me!…I want you!…don’t go!” And, the tears- the river of tears. Prying her out of his arms in the kitchen and then again in the garage. There are just days when a girl wants her Daddy.

I recall days like that. Laying on my face in the bedroom, crying out to my Heavenly Father.

Do not cast me from your presence or take your Holy Spirit from me.

Psalm 51:11

My flesh and my heart may fail…

Psalm 73:26

The earth had just given way and the mountains had just tumbled into the heart of the sea. (Psalm 46) The world went dark and He was the only light I could see. I wanted my Father…I needed my Father. I understand exactly how my little one felt today and it ripped at my heart.

Comfort can be found just a breath away.

…but, God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.

Psalm 73:26

God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear…

Psalm 46:1-2

The righteous cry out, and the Lord hears them; he delivers them from all their troubles. The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. A righteous man may have many troubles, but the Lord delivers him from them all; he protects all his bones, not one of them will be broken.

Psalm 34:17-20

Daddy’s here.

This morning, my Bible fell open to 2 Samuel. A place this Daddy’s girl needed to be today.

You are my lamp, O Lord; the Lord turns my darkness into light. With your help I can advance against a troop; with my God I can scale a wall. As for God, his way is perfect; the word of the Lord is flawless. He is a shield for all who take refuge in him For who is God, besides the Lord? And who is the Rock except our God? It is God who arms me with strength and makes my way perfect. He makes my feet like the feet of a deer; he enables me to stand on the heights. He trains my hands for battle; my arms can bend a bow of bronze. You give me your shield of victory; you stoop down to make me great.

You broaden the path beneath me, so that my ankles do not turn.

2 Samuel 22:29-37

Sometimes, when old wounds are opened- a girl just needs her Daddy to kiss the boo-boo and give her a hug; to pour out his goodness, mercy and grace. To heal the wound, but leave the scar so that I can remember the power of his healing hand.

 I am so thankful that my Heavenly Father knows and loves me the way He does.

You broaden the path beneath me, so that my ankles do not turn.

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