Here at the end of fourth grade, everything is topsy -turvy for my sweet girl. Emotions to the scale of roller coasters, life seems quite uncertain. And still, my daughter, is one of the lights of my life. A gift from the Heavenly Father, to be sure. I have found in recent days that I need to tell her a lot : She is loved. And not just by me, but by a Heavenly Father who’s love is bigger than the ocean, more sure than the sunrise and more refreshing than a spring rain.
Late afternoon today, after her end of the year school program, where I watched her – so grown up, such a young lady now, I realized I can tell her even more than I have. I don’t want her to simply know in her head about love. I want her to be completely absorbed in His love. Not just so that she can be confident in herself, but so that she can confidently love others.
So, I find myself trying to fashion earthly words, to help her know just how much I love her, we love her. How I want her to know! And I hope that this love captures her heart in such away that she is completely arrested by the love of her Heavenly Father.
Well I wrote tonight, but in a very unusual way. Please forgive me: this post is a poem.
For Emily (and every other dear sister who needs to know or needs to be reminded)
You are the Most Beautiful, Wonderful You…
My daughter’s dark eyes, a velvety brown,
Stare right thru mine, her lips in a frown.
She asks me if I know what to believe,
About who she is, and how she’s perceived.
I answer from my heart, because I’ve learned the truth,
“You are the most beautiful, wonderful you.”
The apple it seems doesn’t fall far from the tree,
Not long ago I worried the same things about me.
Sleepless nights, piles of fretting, and unruly thoughts,
My young girl’s head filled with cares, real answers I sought.
But my mom whispered heart felt words that were true,
“You are the most beautiful, wonderful you.”
Long after, when a young woman I’d become,
I longed for affection, in spite of all that I’d done.
My heart needed Love from the Heavenly Father,
His Spirit moved in close and said, “Oh yes, my daughter,
You’re my design, and I created a masterpiece in my view.
You are the most beautiful, wonderful you.”
Dear loved ones, whether you’re someone’s daughter or mother,
Don’t underestimate these thoughts from our Heavenly Father.
Please pass on these good words, if you’ve heard them before.
I’m sure there is someone who doesn’t know she’s adored.
Tell her from your heart, because you know it’s the truth,
“You are the most beautiful, wonderful you.”
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