In the courts, in the pavilion
in the center with my God
Behind the gate, as His daughter
Sings and sighs, with letters and
chatters to her Father.
I am telling Him stories
and He listens patiently
Allowing my laughter and
Amazement fill His room.
He talks with me in a steady
gentle voice called Forgiveness
and wipes away my tears with Grace.
He corrects me in His Mercy
and I sit up to play a new song for Him.
she has a way of pulling stuff out of me and getting me to look at my creativity in the face. good thing i just got a haircut.
and how your flaws put you through trials.
and how your trials give you wisdom.
then your wisdom fuels your examples.
your examples build your testimony.
those things highlight your leadership.
your leadership conveys your character.
your character initiates your progress.
your progress uplifts your gratitude.
your gratitude sharpens your perspective.
your perspective sweeps aside your obstacles.
your obstacles evolve into opportunities.
your opportunities mature into your victories.
and every morning, God has you again.
and you win.
“I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.” Philippians 4:13
I can’t explain it, Baby Girl,
..why the calls get infrequent and it’s weeks with no word.
I can’t soothe it, Baby Girl,
.. you’re longing for father’s touch when you wake from a bad dream.
I can’t comfort you, Baby Girl,
..that you won’t feel lonely when your friends argue with their fathers and the space behind you is empty.
I can’t announce it, Baby Girl,
..when your maiden name changes ink to another gentleman’s and we hope that he’s 25% more than..
I can’t complete it, Baby Girl,
..when he orders your pizza with sausage instead of extra cheese..because he doesn’t know.
I can’t forecast it, Baby Girl,
..that the reality of your statistic is that your success rate is cut in half.
I can’t secure it, Baby Girl,
..that you can’t trust him to be on time for the daddy-daughter picnic, again.
I can’t clean it, Baby Girl,
..to kiss off those tears when you come home with no guidance from a broken heart.
I can’t prevent it, Baby Girl,
..when those lions seduce you and his voice isn’t there to guard your livelihood.
I can’t correct it, Baby Girl,
..because the image of his carelessness is scolding you with blind and disregarded love.
I can’t bring it down, Baby Girl,
..how you adore him and he’s bigger in your heart because he’s not in your every day.
I can’t account it, Baby Girl,
..how his latest minx is now the object of his affection.. and time.
But I will tell you this:
Loneliness and solitude have their own catharsis
And your only release is through God’s channel.
God answers any man’s shortcomings, including your father’s disappointments
Photos of your baby days, Discipline of your teenage years
Will amount to fierce argument of your womanhood.
In all the things I can’t do, Baby Girl, your Heavenly Father has positioned your prayer, experience and character so you can say:
“For all they did cast in of their abundance but she of her want cast in ALL that she had, even all her living.” Mark 12:44