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 you fall asleep.

God is the type of Father that when you come home sad, because your first date was a disaster, or because no one gave you a card or flower on Valentine’s Day, sits at the dining room table, with a smile, waiting for you, with a dozen red roses addressed to you, along with chocolate, and a card; the type of Father that when you have a bad day, takes you out for ice cream.

God is the type of Father that tucks you into bed at night, and talks with you, gently stroking your face as He smiles at you, listening to your late night ramblings & listening to you talk about how your day was. He is the type of Father that reads you bedtime stories as you lean against Him. He is the type of Father that when you call out to Him in the dead of night, He is there in a split second; the type of Father that lets you crawl up into His arms when you can’t sleep.

God is the type of Father who greets you each morning with a “Good morning beautiful” as He smiles, even if you wake up cranky.

God is the type of Father that holds your hand & walks with you through the park, observing you study nature as wonder fills your eyes, smiling & rejoicing as you make new discoveries.

God is the type of Father that tells you that He loves you, and reminds you of your beauty every time He lays eyes on you. He’s the type of Father that smiles when He thinks about you, and anticipates the next time when you two will be together.

Let me be the type of daughter who is unashamed & proud of who her Father is. Who isn’t embarrassed when He screams her name as she’s kicking the soccer ball down the field, but allows His support to empower her. The type of daughter who brags about her Father to her friends at school.

Let me be the type of daughter who runs into her Father’s arms when He is holding His out, ready to catch her up into His embrace.

Let me be the type of daughter who isn’t afraid to tell her Father anything; who doesn’t feel ashamed to come running into His arms crying. Let me be the type of daughter who yields to the touch of her Father, and refuses to resist His loving embrace.

Let me be the type of daughter who is grounded in the fact that her Father is her first Love; and that even though some boy might play with her heart, her Father holds her heart tenderly in His hands, gently handling it, cherishing it.

Let me be the type of daughter who is unashamed about publicly displaying her affection towards her Father, and grabs His hand as they’re walking side by side, even as she grows older.

Let me be the type of daughter who adores her Father, and uncontrollably smiles when He says, “I love you, my dearest, you are beautiful” & who truly believes that she is the apple of His eye. The type of daughter who is in love with her Father, and constantly thinks about how much she loves Him, and when she will be with Him next.

Let me be the type of daughter who abides in her Father’s arms, and lives in His embrace. Who knows His voice & finds herself gazing into His eyes, beholding His beauty; smiling as tears stream down her cheeks, uttering, “Jesus, You’re beautiful.”

Let me be His, for I am.