His favorite

Butterflies were racing in my stomach as I sat and waited for her turn. My daughter was going to do a cheer/dance in front of a large crowd and I knew that she was scared. As I was waiting I began to think about the love that I have for her. It is more than I can express. If you are a parent you know what I am talking about. My thoughts began to wonder on the the way that my heavenly father loves me. Loves us. I often tell my little one that she is my favorite girl in all the world, that if I could hand pick any to be mine, I would choose her. In essence that is what my father glazed over me tonight. Afresh. I love you sweet child. You are my favorite. If I could choose of any I would choose you.

I wanted to share this with you, he feels the same way about you. He loves you. You are his favorite.

I needed to hear his voice today...maybe you did too.


One last thought. When she finally reached the stage, I watched her with much determination. Nothing would take my focus off of this sweet one. As they were waiting for the music to start my husband yelled out her name to show his love for her and her above all. Our God loves us that big. He knows when we are scared and feeling overwhelmed. He is watching and some moments he even yells out our name with great pride. She's mine, and I want everyone to know.

Love him back today.