Only a Daddy

I went to set my coat down and I noticed this picture in tihs unfamiiar place, its of a little girl dresssed in adult cloths from another era, I thought, she's very cute.  Not from myself, I understood, "You (the Abba Jesus talked about), You see me like that". It was a cool thought. My internal response? 'Yeah, yeah, God loves me, big deal, I 've got other things on my mind", hurts maybe?  When I got to pick up my coat I knock the picture over and as I notice it face down a tronger impression hits me... "He wants me to look at this picture, to really look.  So I getntly set it back in its place gazing at it. It is a little girl dressed in the old cloths of a lost and beautiful age where they dressed up more than we do today, but she is gazing at a rose; a long stem lying in her lap, and I remember, I quietly exclaim, "He remembers me, He remembers me." I walk away slower now, it's a moment between Abba and I, in the space of this mad and messy world that just makes my life worth living. 

There is picture of myself, when I was not yet five years old. I am looking down at a long stem red rose, mesmerized by it. It is a very precious picture.  Today He showed me that He saw me. A little girl who's Daddy was not there, he didn't visit and the next ten years hold many 'dad's' who do not stick around.

Later another rose comes into her life, a picture from a boy who notices me, a 'first love'; I kept it for a long time, longer than the 'love'.

This is the God Hagar saw, when she was cast out of Abrahams house, she said to God who talked to her, "You are the God who sees."  She was in a desert and her child was about to die of thirst and God had spoken to her, had caused her and her son to live. 

I guess I just needed to 'be seen' by my Father in heaven today.  A woman's role hold so much giving, so much 'seeing' and He sees it, He sees all I do, because He does it too.
Only a true Daddy would be in touch with his daughters need, to just be seen, just for today.

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