She’s always been direct about what she wants. Whether she was trying to get us out of bed by crying as a baby until she stopped as she heard the floor squeak by us outside her room or when holding her at six months her pointing in the direction she wanted us to walk. More recently, her opinion has been a prohibition of expressions of fatherly endearment…. Punishable by isolation if in public. Any such attempts are quickly squashed.
Tonight was different. As she stood before complete strangers singing praises to the God Who gave her both physical and spiritual life, I couldn’t hold back he tears any more than I could bench press a pyramid.
She saw me. “Uh oh, I’m in trouble now.”. So I thought. What was next was truly beautiful. She looked at me with the sweetest, loving look. She was saying, “it’s OK daddy, I’ll let you cry.” This time she just let me adore her.
Kissing her as a sleeping baby was special, but that was involuntary… She couldn’t get away. This one was far better, for she chose to love me by letting me love her. And, in doing so, she not only worshipped our heavenly Father with an angelic voice tonight, she worshipped the perfect Father Who invented vocal chords, music, fathers and these amazing creatures we know as daughters.
I hope Christianna’s worship tonight was as pleasing to her as it was to me as it was to the only One worthy of our worship.
“For from Him and through Him and to Him are all things. To Him be the glory forever and ever. Amen.”
