Friday, May 29, 2015
A letter to a teenage daughter
To my dear sweet 13 year old girl,
I wish you understood me. I wish you could understand that you are loved and cherished. You are loved and cherished by me, by your dad and by God. Your worth is so much more than what you believe it is.
Do not measure your worth on how many people "like" you or give you attention during the day. You do not need to pretend to have rolled your ankle and limp for people to notice you. You don't need to put on short shorts with pockets hanging out of the bottom for people to notice you. You are already noticed by the One that matters.
You are gorgeous, inside and out. How can I make you see that? How can I tell you that parents are here to support you, through everything? Always. There is never a time that we are too busy to hear your pain. There is never a time that we are too busy to hold you.
Please know, even when we are not there physically, you are held. In prayer. You are held. In the morning and at night, during meals and at the sight of you (or your picture), in brief conversation and in deep thought. You are thought of always, for who you are.
You are amazing. I am blessed to be your mom. Too watch you grow. To see the pain melt away. I am blessed to see what the Lord is doing in your life and how he directs you. Let Him direct your steps and guide your path.
The world is strange and can feel so scary, but our God is bigger than any fear, pain, hurt, scar, burden you are caring.
Sweet girl, you are a gift. A treasured gift.
I wish you could see that. I wish you could understand me when I tell you that. I pray one day you will. I pray one day we can sit at the kitchen table and as I speak these words, you don't bury your face in your hands. I pray that you can look in the mirror and see the image God has created. The perfect image of you.
I love you.