I remember the day my father and I decided to make you.
It was a few thousand years ago now. We sat around the table drawing our plan of just exactly how you would look, the family you would have and the passions you would peruse. At first we thought you would be perfect for the middle ages because you make a perfect princess. But then we thought having you live in a time of air conditioning would be better….you’re welcome.
Since creating our first daughter in the garden we have loved each one. Some drew close to me and I loved showering her with heavenly hugs and my still small voice guiding her steps. Some of my daughters have ran away from my arms determined to chase after counterfeit love and have her heart broken and disappointed every time.
The enemy puts a shiny coating over the things of this world. It looks at first that being beautiful, or finding love is what you need to be complete. When you get behind the cheap veneer you realize nothing the world offers will satisfy.
I cringe when you look at your face in the mirror and tell yourself it’s not enough. I’ve watched you cry when you found out the “forever” he promised was so much shorter than you thought it would be. I’ve hurt when you gave your heart to men who were not able to love you fully and completely.
Sweet daughter. You are enough.
I have looked at your broken and made you whole.
I want to hold you and pour into your broken places. I want to ask that you see the difference in the temporary dime-a-dozen offers of “happiness” from the world and my offer of eternal fulfillment.
I look at you and see potential to love the unloveable, teach the unteachable and mostly…. just to be brave.
Because of that, I have created you to for such a time as this, for such a day as this, and to be such a girl as yourself by no accident. You have a glorious invitation to be a part of something so much bigger than you could ever imagine.
I’m inviting you to be part of an adventure so much bigger than what you see around you. An invitation to be part of the biggest motion picture that was or ever will be. The story is already in progress, but it would be so much more exciting with you. The way your passionate about the things that matter to you, your infectious smile and your gentle voice. Every detail about you can be used for the bigger story.
The story of God is in progress and your invited to be a supporting role.
I love you too much to see you work so hard for all this unattainable happiness that won’t last. I see a perfect daughter in you, and I want you to be apart of this adventure. Come be apart of something bigger. Come join my story.
When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, The moon and the stars, which You have ordained; What is man that You take thought of him, And the son of man that You care for him? Yet You have made him a little lower than God, And You crown him with glory and majesty! Psalm 8:3-8