Let me be His.
God is the type of Father that never misses a soccer game. He shows up early while you’re warming up & cheers for you, even before the game begins. He’s the type of Father that screams your name as you’re running down the field, rejoicing when you make a goal; embracing you with the same love whether or not you win the game, proud of you regardless of the outcome. The type of Father that stoops down to hug you, then picks you up & spins you around, attacking you with kisses as you laugh until your stomach begins to hurt. God is the type of Father that has His arms open to embrace you when you get home from school, and picks you up and kisses your face, exclaiming how He missed you during the day. God is the type of Father that when you come home crying, is ready to listen to you, and brings you into His chest as He soothes you with the sound of His voice, tenderly wiping your tears away, and holding you soundly in His arms, rocking you back and forth until...