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My father My teacher My love [Abba Father]

 

Father is the giver of life, one that watches over this life. One who knows how beautiful and worth it i am. One who believes in me and hopes i believe him and trust him, because once i do, i am unstoppable.

Father encourages me, holds my hand and teaches me. Father advises me, he councils me. Father provides for me, basic needs and everything needed to get me to the destination he knows best for me; daddy want nothing but the best for me.

With every fall daddy never left. When i felt alone, when i felt weak, when i thought no fight is left in me, when i saw no use for me to keep on, when i was devastated... daddy NEVER left!  Daddy stayed in the lonely rooms. Daddy was right next to me when i cried myself to sleep.  Daddy is my forever present dad; friend and i am grateful for daddy.

Dear Daddy

Thank you for your forever fresh love you for me. Thank you that you know and see me as enough, as beautiful and as capable. Thank you for standing with me. I am brave today because i've seen you hold my hand and walk with me. Your presence makes everything alright, even the future is alright, beautiful and great because you will wall every path with me and sit in every room with me.

Love, daughter

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