Daddy's Little Girl

I have an awesome Dad!  Most girls believe their Dad is wonderful, but I truly had the best! Was I Daddy's little girl?  Who knows. I'm not even sure if the women population of the this world, have figured out what that phrase really means.  We all seem to have different definitions.  We're so complex! :-)

I know this...

I always felt loved, I knew my Dad would die for me if the occasion presented itself and it did sometimes in my dreams. Ha! So, if that makes me Daddy's little girl, then so be it.

One of my fondest memories is sitting outside on a summer evening and watching Dad work on one of our used vehicles.  The cicadas would be making their horrible sounds, mosquitoes would be hovering all over me and Dad would be under the car. Sometimes I would lay on my back and get under there with him. He had a light that he would hook on to some random car part and we had our own little hideout.  My Dad, generally was a quiet man, however, he loved cars and would somehow find a million words to throw out of his mouth.  Listening to my Dad talk about engines and such, sounded like a foreign language to me.  He might as well been talking to the cicadas.  I really couldn't care less about how to fix a carburetor, but...I listened and asked questions. Why? Because I knew that someday I would want this information? Nah...I just liked spending time with my Dad.

Clearly, I can't tell you anything about a car's engine, but...my Dad was even more productive than that.  He taught me about life, love and most importantly, about God.  Through his faithfulness to God, he gave me a guide, an example to follow.  He taught me how to fish, instead of just feeding me fish.  (I'm pretty sure that is a cliche, but...if not, you get what I'm trying to say) 

My Dad gave me the greatest gift...he introduced me to a greater Dad, my heavenly Father.

My earthly Father loved me, protected me, guided me, disciplined me and was always there for me.  My heavenly Father did the same, only better.

My earthly Father was faithful, humble, kind, giving and wise.  My heavenly Father was also...only...only more.

My earthly Father was like an introduction in a book.  An earthly example of my heavenly Father. A Father who loves me...I always feel loved and I know that He died for me.  

Doesn't that make me Daddy's little girl?  You bet!