Daughter: What You Have Taught Me

My daughter….you have taught me….It’s all about the eyes.  Not the circumstances….but how we see life….that counts.

Your favorite saying….

“Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass…but learning how to dance in the rain.”

And I recall tiny feet…..Leading ballet class….on your own little dance routine….across hard gym floor.

You have always danced to a different drummer. 
                                                  Your own song emerging from soul stirring.
                                                                                       Your God song continually, in your heart, playing….

Notes carried.
                    Glasses worn.
                                      Tinted with love and grace for the world.

Still, life is cruel.  And it does not stop throwing weights unneeded….simply because we want it to.

Wrenches from the world trying to hinder, wheels turning….toward where God is calling you…..

A place of confidence.  God power.  Strength.

Yet, despite it all.  Love surfaces….anyway.

And your life reminds me….of grace lined clouds. 

And how….

Love covers a multitude of sins.

Joy found as fruit from a tree well tended.

And I recall being with you. Looking up and seeing God’s message in the sky.  To you.  

A God heart.  A heart of, “I love you”.  Just for you.

And I praise Him, He has grown you.  When I have failed….tripped up….directed you from my own shattered past.

You somehow look up…and see the God heart beckoning you.
                                                                                                            His way.
                                                                                                                         The righteous path.
                                                                                                                                           The ancient way.

Faith builder. Encourager. Cheerleader to His ways.

I love this about you.

Not plastic.  Or artificial.  Or one of those Pollyanna types people…..who think a smile will wipe away devastation from people.

But a Light Bearer. Christ sharer.  One washed pure. 

Protected.  Kept from a world so hungry to…

Pull you down.

And I see you this day…..rise like the sun above the clouds.

And I don’t wonder why everyone calls you, “Sunshine”.

You are His sunshine. 
                          The essence of what it means to love and be loved.
                                                       Live from a place of peace.
                                                                                   Find joy and contentment and the positive in all things.

And I know He is keeping you….Wrapped in His arms of grace….

Prayers of thanks for you…..this day.

Our gift.  A treasure.  Dear woman of faith.

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13 Comments

  1. This was beautiful. What a blessing to have such a daughter. And, I think, she probably feels blessed to have a mother that sees the good above all else.

  2. Beautiful post! I love this… “You are His sunshine.

    The essence of what it means to love and be loved.
    Live from a place of peace.
    Find joy and contentment and the positive in all things.

    And I know He is keeping you….Wrapped in His arms of grace….”

    So lovely, thank you ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. Tracy – Thank you.

    Asia – Thanks

    Shanda – A blessing undeserved…for sure.

    Heidi – Thanks for then encouragement.

    Ells – Thanks…still trying to get her to read it. Lol

    Katharine – Just love how you spell you name. And, thanks for the feedback.

    Kristy – So glad you could come by…and follow.

    Jacqueline – A gift from God for sure…no less….indeed.

    Thanks everyone for all the comments. ~ jen

  4. Jamie – Thank you for sharing. Thrilled to learn this post has touched you. Many blessings to you.

    Anna – Thanks for reading.

    Glenda – Sometimes the students are the greatest teachers…aren’t they. ๐Ÿ™‚

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