Amber is a wife and mom finishing up her degree in Marriage and Family Psychology. Her passion is helping others live free and victorious!
Heading out for a daddy/daughter date!
Twirls and Cartwheels
Think back to when you were a girl if you were lucky enough to grow up with a dad all you wanted was his attention! I was not so lucky and even still I longed for that attention. Someone whose eye - I was the apple of, whose face lit up when I walked in the room, who would stop whatever they were doing to say “Hi honey”, and wrap their arms around me transferring all the love in their heart straight into mine. Whether you had that or not, I have wonderful news! Our Heavenly Father treats each one of His precious daughters in such a way.
“...For whoever touches you touches the apple of his eye.”
Another translation says, “My most precious possession”. That is YOU.
My daughter who is five brings this to my attention every. single. day. In fact, as she and her brother were talking today about doing a task I overheard her say, “My daddy is perfect. He can do anything special.” It was apparent that her brother could not. I smiled warmly at her feelings towards her daddy. When he comes in from work the shrieks of “Daddy’s Home!” can be heard a few streets over. She wants him to watch with awe and wonder as she stands on the coffee table, her platform, to sing him the song she learned, and show him how she can now do a cartwheel without bending her knees, and how her new dress makes her feel like a princess, then she twirls several times as her dress opens into a fairytale ball gown. Many things have brought me to tears as I have written to this point, this being my favorite. I cry thinking about how my husband lights up as if he won all the money in the world to see her sing that new song, do a cartwheel, and how every twirl she does for him gets a response of how beautiful and loved she is. That’s what we all crave deep down in our heart from the time we too, were a little girl.
I recently took her shopping for some new warmer clothes as the weather here is getting chilly and the ones from last year somehow don’t fit. Did she really grow that much in just a few short months? As we look through the racks of clothes a shirt catches her eye with a girl on the front with glittery sunglasses and the cutest glittery heart-shaped lips. We took it off the rack for a better look and it had something written across the top. My daughter immediately asked what it said since she’s just learning how to read and trying to sound everything out. I told her it said, “Hello, Gorgeous!”. She gasped as she put both hands over her heart and without a thought said, “And I’m a gorgeous!” and instructed me to immediately put the shirt in the cart. I laughed and cried at the same time at her words, 100% confident in who she was because of what her daddy tells her every chance he gets. No one else's opinion mattered. She didn’t have to take a pole, she didn’t even ask me! Why? She knows what her daddy thinks of her and that’s all she needs.
When’s the last time we felt like that? When’s the last time we stopped to hear what our heavenly Father had to say about us? When’s the last time we twirled in His presence basking in His love, and approval as He tells us how beautiful we are to Him? You are gorgeous. Each and every one of you. Your beauty is not based on the attention of a man, but the approval of God. We don’t have to compare ourselves to any woman in a magazine, on television, or anywhere else, that is not the standard in which we are measured. Do you know why? Because it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if we truly know the love and thoughts our daddy has towards us! Love that is unmatched and immeasurable! To try and measure your worth by those standards dilutes who you really are. Let’s stop comparing, slandering and judging other sisters and start seeing them as the beautiful women they are as well. Let’s encourage and build one another up, not tear each other apart. No matter how you feel about yourself at the moment, when you wake up in the morning and look in the mirror greet yourself with the same words your Daddy thinks when He sees you and say…
© 2018 Amber Byerly