While going through my mountain of books, I found a journal entry written on the flyleaf of a Bible study I was doing. I didn't date it for some reason, but I know it was several years ago. At any rate this is what I wrote:
Some days I come to my Father as an innocent, carefree child; hugging, laughing, singing--resting.
Some days I am the disgruntled toddler who is tired and wants her own way, even though I know its not what is best and I am not going to get anyway.
Some days I am the child who adores, believes and trusts anything the Father has to say. I will do anything He asks and it is enough reward to just be close to Him.
Some days I'm the adolescent daughter who is so wrapped up in friends and things, I only have time to give my Father a quick hug and smile. I tell Him where I am off to, not waiting for His approval because I fear He may not approve and will spoil my fun.
Some days I'm the young woman standing on the edge of a dream, praying the Father will give His blessing; knowing I'll be crushed if He doesn't, but willing to risk the dream because I know He is all wise.
Some days I'm the grown-up daughter who takes time to share in the deeper knowledge of Him; to learn and understand the voice I recognize as wonderful.
Some days I am an elder daughter who just wants to rest in His presence from the cares and duties of the day.
Which ever daughter I am today, I know the Father is always the same. I am always welcome. He loves me as He finds me, and if I am willing, He changes me.
It's funny, I don't even remember jotting these words down, but they still strike a note of truth in my heart after all these years. I am my Father's daughter!
