When I was little my siblings and I used to do the craziest things. I remember clearly waiting for my Dad to come home after his weekends spent on reserve duty with the Marine Corps and all of us kids running up to my Dad and him holding all four of us (David wasn't born at the time). I also remember fighting with my sister on who would get to unlace my Dad's boots and who would get the honored privilege of taking his boots and socks off. Whoever lost would have to get him water. I always hated getting the water because that meant that I didn't get to sit on his lap first! As I think about these memories now, I laugh at how silly they are!
Another thing that I remember clearly from my childhood was taking naps with my Dad. Now I am sure that everyone can remember something similar to this because well face it... Parents ONLY made us take naps because they were tired themselves! Needless to say the particular imagine that I have ingrained in my mind is one that I hope never escapes my memory. I wish I had the imagine in a photograph...
I remember vividly laying next to my Dad with my head on his chest, tucked under his arm. Now my Dad of course was already sleeping and I was trying my best to fall asleep but I couldn't so I started to concentrate on matching my breathing with that of my Dads. Which after all was a challenge because I was so small but when I finally got my chest to rise and fall with my Dad's it was then that I fell asleep.
This image popped into my head the other night while I was praying and journaling. I have been truly blessed with a Dad who from a young age was showing me things about my heavenly father LONG before I even knew they were things that I needed to learn. One of the things that I learned was how to be a Daddy's girl and now that I am older and trying to grow up I see the similarities.... I so desire to be a Daddy's girl! and Not in the earthly sense because frankly I still Am one. But now I am learning how God also wants me to have that same relationship with him.
This summer I have really have been pursing the face of God and my heart longs for the day when I will be so in sync with the Father that my breathing will match his....
"Where You go, I'll go and
What you say, I'll say God and
When you pray, I'll pray. "
4 comments:
Love this. Love your heart :)
Jess...I love this sweet post. I love the imagery of breathing like your daddy and the similar way you are breathing like your Heavenly Father. Nothing can make a parent prouder than knowing their children are breathing in the Breath of God...
Beautiful...
I love this cause I have the same memories. And the same thoughts.A d the same dad :) And the same thankfulness for having such a wonderful Daddy who has shown us time and time again what it looks like to be loved by our Father and what our relationship with Him could and should look like--even in a small minute way. Love it!! Some days when I think about dads, I think about people who didn't grow up with a dad like ours and didn't have that Godly role model--and I cry. For them. We have lots to be thankful for!
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