Recently I had a birthday; of course the number is not important. I received many messages, gifts and cards from friends and family. There was one certain card from my parents that really hit a note with me. I want to share with you the words printed on my birthday card……What makes a daughter so special? It is not how she does her hair, the music she listens to, the clothes she likes to wear. It isn’t what the eye can see that brings a parent pride but the warm and caring person a daughter is inside. It’s her gentleness and laughter, the joy she always gives, her honesty and kindness, and the thoughtful way she lives. What makes a daughter special right from the very start? It’s the most important thing of all – the love that’s in her heart. Many parents adore their children and think of them as little faultless models fashioned from their love. There is not much about me that my parents are not aware of, good and bad. I have lied to them, turned from their path for me, disappointed them and made decisions which caused them shame and grief. The printed message with this card was also accompanied with a hand written note, “Perfect wording, couldn’t have said it better”. To know in a tangible way that they see a loving heart through all the grime of my missteps brings tears to my eyes.
My parents feelings expressed in that card made me reflect on what my heavenly Father sees. Of course I am aware that He puts little or no importance on the outside appearance. He can see the creation He made regardless of what the world notices. However, I wonder if He is please with the intentions of my heart. I hope that He sees in my heart how much I feel His love for me. I pray that His love shines through me on all those in my path. All I know is that every day I strive to allow His light to shine. I want my heart to be like His, kind compassionate, stong, tender and warm. Some days I think it does and some days I need to go back to bed and start all over. Does my heavenly Father find what my parents see in this little heart of mine?
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