And if you're my daddy and I'm your child, not only will you rejoice with me when I play and laugh at your feet in the ray of light that is your presence. That same light uncovers all the pain and hurt and the wounds I'm carrying. How could you not see it when I trip and fall over, bruising my soul and my heart on the many broken things that lie scattered around me? How could you as a good good father do anything but lift me and hold me tight to your chest and let me cry all those healing tears against your neck? How could you do anything but soothe me and then do anything and everything in your power to make it well again? How could you be anything but compassionate with me? How could your heart not ache for me when I'm broken? How could you not try and point me to the things that will bring the joy and the purpose back into my life?

You are such a good father, and because of this I praise you. I choose to live out my life in your presence because I know right there is healing for my heart. I know you're not afraid to meet me in those deep places inside where the abused, mistreated, wounded little girl is still hiding, and because of that I'll trust you enough to invite you there. I'll let you cradle me in your arms. I'll let you take my hand. I'll drop everything else and run like a madman to you because I know the beat of your heart and the love in your eyes and the grace in your words have the power to remove the guilt and the shame and clothe me in white again.

And then we'll dance. The little girl that used to hide will twirl before you because she knows you delight in her. She knows you'll fight for her. She knows you desire her and will pursue her. She knows her value is found in your splitting seas and conquering death to win her heart. And oh, you've won it. With all it is and has and aspires to be, it's yours.

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men varför kan han inte bara

I'd rather be a comma than a full stop,

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