I admit it, I feel like I am in a rush today. I spurt out questions; “Do you have your ballet bag? Why are you just wearing your leotard and tights outside? Please, run back into the house and put some sweats on. Honey, you need to be modest and warm when you are going to be walking outside.” I wait for our daughter to climb back into the van and we are off to ballet practice where she will dance. Shivering, we wait anxiously for the heat to kick in and raise the van temperature above zero degrees. We rise and fall with each hill we pass over and I observe the results of our recent blizzard. I don’t anticipate that I will find a parking space, so I encourage the girls to grab their bags and get ready to jump out of the van at the stop sign.  They are also instructed to get into the building while I circle around and park. I slowly make my way up to the curb and am struck by what I see. Walking hand in hand on the ice patched sidewalk, I observe a man holding the hand of a young girl in her white coat and hat. She gazes at the ground intently, carefully making her way around each slick place and pile of snow.  The man keeps her from falling by lifting her hand in his while he slowly and steadily makes his way toward the stop sign. He isn’t in a rush and she isn’t mindful of the time either; she trustfully allows the one she loves to guide her.   Waiting behind a car in front of me, exhaust billows upward, and I glance again to sneak a peek at the little girls face. She continues to focus upon the ground while the man focuses on their destination.

     I don’t remember being guided as a little girl by my father around the slippery spots in life but I have the joy of soaking in every moment that I watch our daughters hold their daddy’s hand. His strength up holds them, his vision guides them, his faith blesses them, and his purpose is to protect, train, and love them. I suppose for some daughters, this fatherly picture is normal. My delicate heart however, senses that missing part of my childhood. There are overlooked parts where my daddy didn’t take the time to protectively guide me gently, with vision, with quiet strength, with encouragement, and most of all, with love.  Gratefully, that’s where God stepped in and revealed Himself to me as my Father. Now, He continues to help me tiptoe around and through life’s rough spots, plus He is ready to sweep me up into His strong arms when I slip or fall down. As His eyes are upon me, they are simultaneously upon my destination. My heart is seen, loved, and cherished and I love dancing with Him. I don’t feel rushed in my relationship or  journey with Him either.  I am finding that He just wants my delicate heart to be still in His presence, trusting as I follow His lead.

“Jesus is extending his hand to you.  He is inviting you to dance with him.  He asks, “May I have this dance…every day of your life?”  His gaze is fixed on you.  He is captivated by your beauty.  He is smiling.  He cares nothing of the opinion of others.  He is standing.  He will lead.  He waits for your response.”  Captivating by John and Staci Eldredge

“My lover spoke and said to me, “Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, and come with me”
Song of Solomon 2:10

“I will be a Father to you, and you will be my sons and daughters, says the Lord Almighty.”
 2 Cor. 6:18(NIV)

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