My Daddy loves me.
I feel so safe when I’m in His arms. He protects me from so many things that could happen to me. I have to trust that He will take care of me, because ultimately, I can’t really take care of myself.
He hasn’t failed me yet.
My Daddy says that I look just like Him because I was made from Him. My very being was created from His very being. We are intimately connected to each other.
He tells me that I am beautiful, and that I’m incredible, and that I am unique.
I don’t understand why my Daddy leaves me alone sometimes, but whenever I start to cry, He shows up right away. It’s almost like He’s just outside the door, ready to come and calm me down.
Daddy loves to hold me.
Whenever I get myself into trouble, He flips me right-side up. Sometimes my blanket goes over my face, but my Daddy moves it so I can see again. I make lots of messes…Daddy doesn’t get mad though.
He even thinks it’s funny when I make mistakes.
Daddy wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt me. When something bad happens to me, He is even more upset than I am. Somehow, Daddy even turns the bad stuff into good stuff.
I think He might be some sort of magician or something.
My Daddy likes to sing songs to me, and He says He knows exactly how much hair I have. I like to hold His hand, but I’m really little, so I can’t grab it all at once. I’m not very strong either, so He holds mine.
Daddy is able to hold me in the palm of His hand.
We go lots of places together and I would be so scared by myself, but Daddy is with me so I know I have nothing to worry about. I don’t even have to be afraid of the dark.
My Daddy always turns the lights on when I need them.
Lots of people like to hold me, but my Daddy is jealous for me. He’s willing to share me though. Daddy loves it when I choose to be with Him. He says He doesn’t ever want to force me to love Him.
I don’t think He would ever need to.
If I were to ever get lost, I know that my Daddy would stop at nothing to find me. Even though He doesn’t want me to get hurt, He’s willing to let me go and explore things on my own.
Daddy has so many dreams and desires for my life.
I don’t quite understand it, but Daddy is ready to take the responsibility for the things I do wrong. He’s counting on sacrificing Himself so that I can experience everything He has for me.
My Daddy loves me.
Of course when I say “Daddy”, I mean God, and when I say “me”, I mean us.





























