The corners of my mouth turn upwards into a wide smile as I lean in to read a friend’s comment on social media. She’s feeling certain that the precious being inside her orb-shaped, expanding belly is going to be a daddy’s girl. How does she know? Because, she explains, every time her daughter hears the voice of her daddy, she responds with movement from within an otherwise quiet womb. Sometimes with a firm and resounding kick!
My friend is aware that her baby’s hearing has developed significantly because she is now responding to her daddy’s voice. And she’s just over-the-moon excited! “That moment,” she states emphatically, “I’m so emotional ~ makes me teary-eyed” and then…”Where’s a cookie?”
I laugh out loud at her joyous response to a new season of wonder and excitement.
And if you’ve ever read my blog before, you know me well enough to know that I got to thinking about all of that.
How her baby already has an affinity for her daddy’s voice. And how much of a tug she already has on her daddy’s heartstrings. I pondered how much this precious little one is already loved, even before she makes her grand entrance into this world. And how every girl should know the privilege of being Daddy’s girl, because…well…just because.
I was certainly never crowned with that particular title so I thought about what it would mean to be a Daddy’s girl from a little girl’s perspective:
A girl’s first love. Temperament like her father. Greatly influenced by her father. The apple of his eye.
I’ve never had a strong or healthy relationship with my dad because of his anger and choices he made that adversely affected my entire childhood and early adulthood. Even though forgiveness has taken place, reconciliation has been slow, with very little relational progress. It doesn’t mean that I haven’t desired for things to be different, but it has been nearly impossible to commemorate such an auspicious date. Every June I would begin searching the card aisles in the store, reading greeting after greeting with none of them matching what my heart wanted to express.
Then, one Father’s Day many years ago, the Lord showed me that I had been longing for something from my dad that he wasn’t able to give…or be ~ for many reasons. And that I needed to let go of all of the expectations I had placed on him in my mind. The Lord reminded me that He is my Father and that He is all that I need. Ps. 27:10
Maybe you are a Daddy’s girl, but being so has held a negative connotation. Perhaps it wasn’t a title, but a label; an inaccurate assumption of who you are…
May I suggest that as daughters of the Most High King, we are all Daddy’s girls? Because being a real Daddy’s girl is neither a title or a label, but a position.
not spoiled but Set Apart
not controlling but Controlled (by the Holy Spirit)
not favorite but Favored
not privileged but Preapproved
As Daddy’s girl, we hold an unconditional position where we can enjoy a secure, close bond with our Father, without worrying if He will ever change his mind about us.
So what is a real Daddy’s Girl?
This week, I’m connecting my story to Jennifer Dukes Lee’s. I truly find it amazing how God ministers through each of our stories ~ even when they are completely different.