The Harmony of Life.

(part one) (part two) (part three)

This originated as a small journal entry while in church but as I typed, it became a bigger post. In order to have discretion with your reading time I've cut it into three posts.  Come by next week to see the rest!

I'm a daddy's girl. I always have been. Probably always will be. I used to tell my mom, "Momma, if Daddy died I'd want to die too. Then I could be buried right next to him!"

My sister Heather (right) and me (left) taking a nap

Like all parents of young children, mine took advantage of nap time for themselves. My parents had me cuddle up with them during nap time.

This is probably why I'm such a cuddler now.

With my mom, I'd hug her back while we slept. This way if I got up, she'd wake up before I got into anything too detrimental. I was quite a curious kid.

I think my dad has just one pet name for me......

"Armpit baby."

You can laugh about it.

I used to snuggle up real close to his side under his arm. I'd listen to his heart beating steadily and watch his lungs expand with each deep breath. These are memories I relish. Cozy and held safe, not a care in the world.

I'd lay on my left side, my right arm swung over my dad's warm chest. Holding my breath, I'd attempt to sync my breathing with his. I might be able to inhale and exhale with him once, but then my lungs would start burning. I'd have to breathe at a much quicker pace since my little lungs couldn't quite keep up.

As I grow, I am more able to sync my breathing with my Daddy. More able to love like Him, walk like Him, and talk like Him.  I'm not completely grown yet, but I know that He that began a good work in me will continue His work until the day of Christ Jesus (Philippians 1:6). Until that happens, I delight in the fact that I can lay back against Him and just breathe. Completely safe. Held close. Loved dearly.

You can too.

God wants you as his dearly loved child.