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
I have experienced delusions of grandeur.
I really want to complete things in order.
I feel, however, that God has isolated me intentionally
And needs to talk to me in private.
Subtle, inside jokes and gentle steering of where He requires me to be.
Reminds me I’m beautiful in the morning
Misses my attention when I’m distracted
And guards me savagely from harm.
He plays music while I hum.
He coaches me while I exercise.
He whispers confidence when I sleep.
God prepares my money, structures my career and walks with my children.
…when I work a little faster
…when I read His scripture twice over.
Dusts me off when I’m disappointed
Says my name in every language to talk to me.