...If only my daughter knew how much I love her, She would appreciate what I gave her. She would love whatever I create as much as I love her little creations. She would be proud that I am her parent. She would look up to me and show me respect. She would know how much I want to spend time with her and how much joy I get from her being 100% herself. She wouldn't be embarrassed to sing, dance, pretend or be goofy when she knew I was watching. She would listen to me when I said 'stop' and run when I said 'go.' Were I to punish her, she would feel remorse, because she would know how badly it hurt me. She would know how beautiful she is to me. She would understand how sad it makes me when other kids don't want to be her friend or don't treat her as the worthy little girl she is. She would always be good, tell me everything, do anything to make me smile and know I would do anything to make her smile. She would always say 'please' and 'thank you.' She wouldn't be frightened when I am near her and run to me first if we were far apart. If my daughter knew how much I love her she would climb into my arms and let me hug her tight and smother her with kisses and she would know in that moment that there is nothing else she could give me that could make me love her more.
Romans 8:37-39; I John 3:1 - At times I remember God is a parent too and I can be quite an unruly child. How many times has he wondered...if only she knew how much I loved her.
I should go put myself in time-out...
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