Still Daddy's Girl?

"I long to worship Jesus with the heart of a child, in a state of pure and true adoration. Yet so many things of the world cloud my thoughts and pull on my heart until it's no longer just a girl in the arms of the Father"
~ Darlene Schacht ~
"The Mom Complex"

When did everything become so complicated? When did I stop being able to freely respond to my father? Oh, it isn't that I don't love him, because I do. But somewhere along the way, I stopped running down the stairs shouting, "Daddy's home!" I was no longer clinging to his pant leg being dragged across the kitchen floor as he left for work. When was it that I stopped climbing into his lap or snuggling up next to him on the couch to share my day's adventures? Somewhere I closed off a part of me that used to be open to him.

I have done, of course, exactly what a healthy adult is supposed to do. With my dad. But have I done the same thing with my relationship with God? Have I lost somewhere the transparency, the sheer joy of being in His presence?

I live with some pretty distinct boundaries in my life. Certain acceptable parameters that are painfully attached to my personality. (Frankly, I am quite happy with eighty-five percent of them) Don't cross this line; don't even venture over there; stay within the markers. These guidelines serve me well, thankyouverymuch.

But boundaries don't serve God well. Not when I attempt to create boundaries in my relationship with Him. He defies every silly "rule" I make. Time and again, He reminds me of His sovereignty. Time and again, He will drive me to my knees. To Him.

My dad is no longer "the man" in my life; that chapter has been written. However, he taught me something important about a father's love and about Father's love: there are times in a girl's life when all she wants is to cry to her daddy. When I was a young girl, it was skinned knees; a few years later a broken heart. Now my cares may be greater- at least they seem so- but I only have to dry my eyes long enough to see Him with arms wide open.

Thank you to Iris, our gracious host this week.


MiPa said…
"But boundaries don't serve God well."

How true! I am the one who misses out when I try to put God in a box that fits my expectation.

Great parallel and contrast between our relationships with our earthly fathers (which change as we grow up) and with our Heavenly Father (who is a Constant). Blessings.
eph2810 said…
Sometimes we put these walls up around us. But God in His sovereignty will always break down our man-made walls.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts on this week's IOW quote.

Blessings on your day and always...
Amydeanne said…
He defies every silly "rule" I make

oh how I can relate to that! EVERY stinkin one of them! lol
Anonymous said…
I love that image of us running to greet daddy at the door. So often I drag my feet to prayertime...can you imagine? My wonderful Father in Heaven and I drag my feet? Sigh.

Thank you for this post.
Becky said…
Beautifully said. Thanks for blessing my day. May God bless yours.
Denise said…
Thanks for sharing your thoughts, enjoyed them.
Laurel Wreath said…
Oh so true. I enjoyed reading this. Thank you.
blessed4times said…
You have written an absolutely beautiful piece! I can picture a sweet little girl running to her daddy, and a beautiful Godly woman running to her Father.

Thanks for sharing!

Loni said…
What a beautiful word illustration of this quote. Thanks for sharing it.

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