Wednesday, June 27th was the 3rd Annual Semi-formal for Youth Group. For the first time I was not attending it, but helping with it! It was so much fun to see my little bros and the rest of the youth group all dressed up. it may just be a church event, but everyone dresses up! (With the guys, the dressing up thing had to be pushed a little harder at first year... Our Youth Pastor is pretty persuasive though. ;) ) The kids had a blast, the food was delish, the awards were great/amusing depending on the award, and the room was beautiful.
But this post isn't about that, it's about something I realized I was doing after I got home. See, I dressed up too. Kinda 'cause I could. :) Kinda because we wanted to get a pic of me and my handsome brothers. :D (Getting them to dress up this much is quite the feat (thank you Pastor Nate! :p) A few people told me that I looked great, but the comments that I really cared about came from one person, my daddy. When I got home I went to show dad my dress, and he told me I looked beautiful. Those three words meant more to me then anyone else's comments all night. Even though I'm 19, the little girl is still there, the part that wants to spin around in a dress and have her Daddy tell her she looks beautiful. I don't think it ever goes away, we just often learn to hide the desire to hear those words from our dad's. The words from our Daddies hold more weight then Mom's. It has nothing to do with what they say, but rather who says it. When dad chides it hurts more then when mom does. There's something about hearing words of conformation or disappointment from your Dad. I think we all tend to live our lives to try and please our Fathers, and sometimes we just can't. That's one of the hardest things to let go, that there are certain things that I can never do to the point where I meet dad's expectations.
But there's another Dad in my life that tells me I'm beautiful on a daily basis, He confirms my existence and purpose in life. He chides and encourages, sometimes he does this through my earthly daddy or my mom, and sometimes he does this through His word. In reality, His words should hold more weight then any words spoken on earth, but often I don't let them touch my life in the same way...
So, maybe I'll always be a daddy's girl. But maybe, that isn't such a bad thing in the scheme of life. :)
But this post isn't about that, it's about something I realized I was doing after I got home. See, I dressed up too. Kinda 'cause I could. :) Kinda because we wanted to get a pic of me and my handsome brothers. :D (Getting them to dress up this much is quite the feat (thank you Pastor Nate! :p) A few people told me that I looked great, but the comments that I really cared about came from one person, my daddy. When I got home I went to show dad my dress, and he told me I looked beautiful. Those three words meant more to me then anyone else's comments all night. Even though I'm 19, the little girl is still there, the part that wants to spin around in a dress and have her Daddy tell her she looks beautiful. I don't think it ever goes away, we just often learn to hide the desire to hear those words from our dad's. The words from our Daddies hold more weight then Mom's. It has nothing to do with what they say, but rather who says it. When dad chides it hurts more then when mom does. There's something about hearing words of conformation or disappointment from your Dad. I think we all tend to live our lives to try and please our Fathers, and sometimes we just can't. That's one of the hardest things to let go, that there are certain things that I can never do to the point where I meet dad's expectations.
But there's another Dad in my life that tells me I'm beautiful on a daily basis, He confirms my existence and purpose in life. He chides and encourages, sometimes he does this through my earthly daddy or my mom, and sometimes he does this through His word. In reality, His words should hold more weight then any words spoken on earth, but often I don't let them touch my life in the same way...
"He has made everything beautiful in its time.
Also, he has put eternity into man's heart,
yet so that he cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to the end."
Ecclesiastes 3:11
"I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well."
Psalm 139:14
So, maybe I'll always be a daddy's girl. But maybe, that isn't such a bad thing in the scheme of life. :)
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| Anna B. and I |
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| Caleb and his friend Harrison. Pretty good looks guys. :] |
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| Us kids. We are a pretty good looking bunch if-I-do-say-so-myself. |
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| This is our real selves.... ;D |
A very sweet post Sara :) And so very true.
ReplyDeleteVery sweet post, Sara! My dad just told me he loved me after I'd had a rough day, and set me bawling. :) It's incredible to remember that we have a heavenly Father who says that all the time, in all kinds of ways, even through the death of His Son!
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