It rained today. I’m tired of the rain, so very tired. But all things are pretty, and I have decided to see them as such. So I took pictures on my front porch.

Also, I realized today, yet again, that I’m only a child. But that I have the best Dad. And that when I revert back to the heart he originally placed in me, stripped bare of all questioning, fears, guilt, concerns, and a forever of et ceteras, life is a thousand times more beautiful. More thoughts on that below.

You know when you were a kid, and your dad told you that the tooth fairy only comes on Tuesday nights, that watermelons grow in your tummy if you eat a seed, and that the birthmark on your mom’s leg was where she spilled her coffee, every morning?

You know all the things your dad told you about your family that you accepted without question?

You know when your dad said he was proud of you, and that took up 103% of your heart and brain space – so much so that you couldn’t even comprehend caring about anything else in that moment?

You know when your dad told you that you did something wrong, and the whole world broke and stopped until you put the pieces back together exactly the way he wanted them to be?

You know when you heard the car pull up and the garage door open and everything fell out of your hands as you screamed, “DADDY’S HOME!” and ran to hug his leg?

You know when you asked a question and he said “it doesn’t matter” and you didn’t give it another thought, just because he didn’t?

I want that with my Daddy. With my God. My Father.

I want to stubbornly cling to the most outrageous things with a blind belief simply because those words fell from His lips and there is no possible way that my Daddy is ever wrong.

I want to believe every single thing He tells me about my family – the one He’s given me – because His truth is my new truth.

I want 103% of my mind and heart to be flooded when He says is proud of me, and to not be able to even fathom caring about what anyone else thinks.

I want to have my priorities in order so that when my Daddy tells me something is off, I throw my heart and my soul into having them exactly the way He wants them to be.

I want to scream to my Daddy and everyone else that He’s home. MY HOME. Whenever I hear Him, see Him, feel Him.

And when I go to my Daddy with a painful question, and he says, “Don’t worry about it, because I’m not.” – I want to know with every cell of my body and every fiber of my heart that if He isn’t worried about it, I don’t need to be either.

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And he said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” Matthew 18:3

“See that you do not despise one of these little ones. For I tell you that their angels in heaven always see the face of my Father in heaven.” Matthew 18:10

Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.” Matthew 19:14

“I praise you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because you have hidden these things from the wise and learned, and revealed them to little children.” Matthew 11:25

You are all children of the light and children of the day. We do not belong to the night or to the darkness. I Thessalonians 5:5

I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the truth. 3 John 1:4.