Sometimes life brings dark, lonely moments that seem endless. And just when you think it can’t get any worse, it does. Like a contraction during childbirth, you breathe through it, screaming every second of that moment for a glimpse of relief.
I’ve had many, many moments like that but nothing comes close to what I went through in 1997. In the midst of it all, a baby’s cry—God’s gift of mercy and grace in a living song.
This Daughter of Mine
Seventeen years ago today, God gave me a daughter.
This daughter of mine, I’m nothing like her, but in so many ways she’s just like me!
She’s quite sassy. A girl with her own mind and a heart for God, she’s ready, prepared and perhaps overzealous to take on the challenges that will soon come her way.
For the girl who never wanted daughters, I value my girl more than I could have ever imagined. I care about her opinion of me and I love that she tells me how important I am to her. Laughter comes easy for her. I look at her and even today, I can’t believe she’s here walking around with her head held high, tall, beautiful with a confidence of knowing she matters. Yes, she does—she matters. She matters to me.
She amazes me. I love watching her interact with her dad who faithfully walks alongside her. What a difference he makes in the way she responds to life. He melts at the sound of her calling him daddy. She giggles at the sound of him calling her beautiful. It’s a relationship I will never understand, but it’s one that I value for them.
She’s not perfect. I’m not either. So we fight—sometimes with harsh words, sometimes in silence. It’s okay because in so many ways, she’s just like me and then again, she’s nothing like me at all.
She’s tall. I’m short. She loves art. I love to write. She hates spelling. I love words. She tries to cook. I teach her to cook. I dislike shopping with a passion. She passionately loves it way too much.
We love Bilbo Baggins, Legolas and Gandolf the White. And we speak of Mr. Darcy and Wesley-my-dear-Wesley like they really exist. We gossip about celebrities like silly schoolgirls, we pick out fingernail polish like it’s a matter of life and death and we listen to 80’s music while we text, Instagram and Snapchat all at the same time.
Seventeen years ago today, God gave me a daughter.
This daughter of mine, she’s nothing like me, but in so many ways, she’s just like me.
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ellygumera
DAUGHTERS FOR MOM AND DAD
WE HAVE THREE (3) LOVELY DAUGHTERS . . . ALTHOUGH THEY DON'T LIVE WITH US ANYMORE, WE CALL THEM EVERYDAY AND THEY CALL US EVERY WEEKENDS.
THEY LET US KNOW, IF THEY HAVE MAJOR DECISIONS TO MAKE (ALTHOUGH THEY ARE KNOW TOGETHER WITH THEIR BETTER HAVES). LOVE IS THE ONLY IMPORTANT THING THAT KEEPS US ALL TOGETHER . . . WE AS PARENTS, SHOULD MAKE OUR SONS AND DAUGHTERS FELT THAT WAY – SINCE DAY 1.
GOD BLESS ALL OUR FAMILIES AND YOURS. AMEN.
BROTHER ELLY GUMERA
Diana S
This Daughter of Mine
Thanks so much for sharing your heart about your daughter with warmth and honesty … and love. Oh, the in's and out's and ups and downs of relationship and caring and growing and all of God's design. Well … it's worth it all! 🙂 Blessings!
Rywroten
This Daughter of Ours
Thank you for sharing that babe, it makes me think, wow, this wife of mine! I am so grateful to have her. This daughter of ours, I am proud to be known as her dad. This God of ours, how blessed we are to share in raising one of his most beautiful creations.