I watch my little girl, dressed in full princess attire, run to her daddy saying “daddy, daddy, I’m a princess.” She melts into his arms as he confirms her statement as true.
His affection for her, while always there and never changing, is now evident all over his face. He holds her close for as long as he can get her to be still and I know…I know he would move mountains for her. He would battle giants and shield her to protect her in every way possible. He would give her all that she needs and shower her with good gifts.
As I look into the eyes of my husband playing the role of daddy I see God. Not the God that some believe is distant and unconcerned but the Daddy God… our Abba Father. He gave us daddies to give us a glimpse of His heart.
But then we grow up and somewhere along the way we decide we are no longer princesses. We trade our garments for shame and bitterness. We quit running to Him and certainly don’t believe any more that if we did He would pick us up, look into our eyes and say, “You are my princess.”
But precious one, you have never stopped being His princess. You only need to stop long enough to look into His face and see in His eyes that He would move mountains for you. He would battle giants and shield you and protect you in every way possible. He would give you all that you need and shower you with good gifts.
I pray desperately that we would run into His arms…
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