What does your Daddy call you?

{His little girl}

What if I sowed each one of these beans?  If my digestive system was like dirt...

I would tie up my hair and tie on my apron with pockets...hiding my secret treasure

barefoot I walk in silent reverie about my secret dreams...dreams that are just for me

over my shoulder I can hear echoes of  fear gnawing at my gut...pulling me back..then I feel

an invisible HAND gently cupping me

AND

freedom whispering and laughing...beckoning me to " Come"

so I do

It is in the sowing of the seed that the harvest is reaped

I find the perfect spot and sit down ~ turning over the rich soil

i drop the bean

my tears water

i hesitantly cover it up and pat it firm with a cupped hand...my hand doesn't want to leave

squinting...the son is sooo BRIGHT my hand partially covering

Daddy - I'm ready...He knowingly smiles down at me and squeezes my hand....reassures

I am beginning...to trust

Daddy? do you want to know something?

There was a moment of sweet stillness and I whispered

...I'm glad I'm your little girl

and

she ran wildly into freedom and in the presence of her Daddy's love

not all of us have daddy's but we ALL have a Father :)

I would like to know IF

You have a Daddy story to share? 

"For I know the plans I have for you," says the LORD.  "They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope."

Jeremiah 29:11