Every time I approach the Lord, in every battle, in every struggle, on every mountaintop and in the lowest valley, I approach him as his little girl. I put down every guard, everything I think I know, every responsibility. I approach him as his daughter and he’s my Daddy, my safe place, my protector, my strength. Yes, I will fight. Yes, I will be a wife and mother and answer God’s call on my life with all it’s uncertainties, and face every fear with boldness, because I know he’s with me. I will stand strong. I will be victorious in him. But, in my heart, there’s one place where I can be so vulnerable, clumsy, so unsure about everything else, yet so safe. It's in His presence. I’m just his little girl desperately wanting to be held by him and for him delight in me so when I rise from his embrace, I can face all that’s before me.
