I Twirl

Watch me daddy...

I am your little girl. Do you like my dress? It is white. Am I pretty daddy? Do I smell like wild flowers, and look like a dancing daisy in the summer wind? Watch my braids unravel daddy, and the sun kiss my freckled nose. I am innocence. Do you see me daddy? Watch this daddy...

I twirl...

Pick me up daddy, and let me stand on your boots. In you I will have roots. Lift me up so that I can see your loving eyes. It is peace to rest in your strong arms. Will you hold me?

I twirl...

Listen daddy, I can sing. Do you hear me daddy? Let me sing you a song; angelic, and faultless. Do I have a good voice daddy? Does my song melt your heart?

I twirl...

Am I a good girl daddy? I know I fell down in the mud, and stained my white dress.  Do you still think I am pretty when I cry?

I twirl...

1 John 3:1 " I will be a father to you, and you will be my sons and daughters, says the Lord Almighty."


You twirl for your daddy, and you are very young. Looking for him to approve, and say that you are good, and beautiful. He thinks you are  smart. You dance. You wonder... will he watch you? Spinning and spinning your dress twirls and your hopes beat wildly in your chest. Does he think you are a good girl?   You hold your hands up for him to lift you...up...up...and away from the ground. When he holds you  it is there that you feel important, and valued. He is your protector. You feel special because he is so big, and strong, and everyone is watching you, and they see how much he cares for you. He speaks...and you feel encouraged to live. You want to live. You believe him when he says you are beautiful.

I saw a little girl recently, and she was dressed in a fluffy colorful skirt, with bouncing curls.  She cried  out for her daddy. Daddy, daddy...daddy! She  panicked as she searched for her daddy. He calmly said...I am here.

I know that we all have fathers somewhere. Some of them have been there, and continue to be there. Some of them however have not always been there. You twirled and he didn't notice because he was too busy.  You chased a dream, and wanted to tell him about it but he died...why did he have to die? You needed to know that you were good but he wasn't there to tell you. He left a long time ago when he left for that other woman. Your mom cried...and so did you.  You may have fell down, and stained your white dress, and you looked around for him to pick you up; he was holding his beer instead. You sang, really loud, and with no fear but he told you it wasn't good enough...try harder. Now you are afraid to speak up. Fear came in and resided where once confidence strolled the streets of your heart. Maybe you were the little girl who longed for the touch of your father ...but he touched you in a way he never should have. You needed to feel valued but now you just feel the cold wind of shame blow over your skin...and now you don't trust men. Maybe you just wanted to be with your daddy but he wanted a son instead. You didn't want to feel afraid of the world but he lifted his hand, and not in love but in anger and struck down your innocence. You whisper...where was my protector? 

Can you remember being a little girl? How did you twirl for your daddy? Are you twirling still and wonder if your beautiful, smart, good, honorable, and loved? Do you  know that God takes pleasure in you? Do you know your great value? 

Psalms 139;13-16 " For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother's womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.

Today, as you twirl I pray that you will know that you  are not hidden from your heavenly father. Even when you want to hide...you are never hidden. You could run until you collapse from exhaustion but He will still be there. Your dress may feel dirty from all the times you have fallen. Your knees may be scraped up but you are still beautiful, and pure in His sight.  He sees you. He says that you are wonderful. You are good. Your days are written and everyone of them are made just for you. Don't be afraid of His touch today He brings healing.  He is your protector and will help you forgive those that have not protected you when they  should have. May your soul know this well...

Twirl...You are His daughter...His little girl in which He is well pleased.