And surprisingly enough I didn't lose it.
Credit goes to the verse from Romans 12:10 posted on the fridge as recommended in the book " Power of the Positive moms" bible study which points out this verse in dealing with our kids.
HIS timing is a little humorous wouldn't you say?
Although not so humorous when one is devoted to having a daughter with long hair, still this not above honoring her first.
Sissy was sitting right across from me as I looked up to see her using the new brush daddy brought her just last night, combing out gobs of hair?!
For whatever reason she decided to get my scissors from the coupon drawer.
To say the least my heart skipped a beat and I went short of breathe but it was my eyes that said it all as she then started to cry while I picked up gobs of her hair.
Trying to explain as I choked up that I needed to straighten it out not once raising my voice, a miracle in it's self.
I decided to take pictures (for a future blog post of course...) afterwards realized she was under the misconception that she could not wear"lil' gurl dresseth anymore" because she had"boys hair."
Something I'm sure I stupidly referred to before about boys and girls and hair...(go ahead throw some tomatoes at me).
After somewhat fixing it we put a bow in and I explained that her hair would grow out again. She looked at herself in the mirror then said"daddy will still be proud of me?"
Reassuring her he would always be proud of her but that still she should not do anymore hair cutting again.
"but I was making it look like a pretty gurl."
Seriously, at 3yrs of age when did appearance become so important.
Didn't I just cover this, this week?!
What am I teaching her or what am I not teaching her, more like it?
When her daddy got home he was not concerned (of course)...after dinner I went for a walk.
While out I got to thinking or hashing it out if you will...how I've failed HIM in so many ways. EX: Two years ago I was the strongest I'd ever been both in my spiritual walk with HIM and in mind & body, then the bottom dropped out and I just stopped...stopped everything and stopped serving in this way.
I was repenting of this when all of today's and past references came to mind.
It was as if I was my little girl...and needed to know that my daddy would still be proud to have me.
This has been a lesson in more ways then one as I was thinking of my own misconceptions of what makes one acceptable the rest of the day.
Upon returning home I shared everything with her daddy and the next thing I witnessed was this:
He called her into the kitchen...she came.
He picked her up looked her in the face and told her "I love you...it doesn't matter how many times you do something you shouldn't...your my baby girl and I'll always be proud of you, always.
Seeing is believing for me...so how do you think that made this daughter feel?
P.S. HE LOVES YOU TOO....
11 comments:
She's beautiful! :)
It's a lovely shot, and you seem to be holding up well with her being so grown up and all. *wink*
Oh, and My beauty is here.
This brought tears to my eyes.
Yes, you are loved. :)
Aww. She is a beauty, long hair or not. What a sweet story.
I did Photo Hunt today, too. :) http://newyorktraveler.net/photo-hunters-beautiful/
What a beautiful picture of your daughter. Your post was beautiful and touching. Thanks so much for sharing this with us!
That is an awesome picture of your daughter, and an awesome picture of how our Father is with us. :)
What a sweet picture...and a wonderful reminder of how our Daddy God feels about us. Thank you for sharing!
Blessings!
Thank you for your comment on my blog! This was a great reminder, one that I needed to hear. Thank you for sharing!
What a lovely "devotion" you shared with us! I always find your posts so refreshing...
What a gorgeous picture!! You post made me want to cry.
Beautiful picture of your daughter. And beautiful post.
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