My Dear, Beautiful Daughter,
Today is Father's Day. I know there's a lot for you to do, and this isn't a day you usually think much about yourself. But in all of today's busy-ness , there were some things on My heart that I wanted you to know.
I see you. I see you patiently tying the shoes for what seems the fourteenth time in an hour, picking stray macaroni and cheese bits out of the carpet, washing yet another load of laundry. I see you struggling, too often alone and too often unnoticed and unthanked. I see your heart wilting a little when you feel unsupported, and I know you think you fail way too many times.
You need to know how much I love you. I am with you every moment and I do not miss any of those sacrifices you make for your children and family and for the people around you. I see them all. I am so proud of who you are. While perfection feels so far out of your daily, practical reach, I see that perfection already in your life because of my Son. There is nothing you could do today to make Me love you one bit more than I already do. Your efforts make Me smile and they are not in vain!
You know how your heart feels like it could burst when you sneak into the children's rooms at night and catch a glimpse of those long lashes on rosy cheeks -- the way you jump at their every cry for help -- that surge of pride you felt at every new step, every accomplishment, every bit of progress as your little and big ones learn new things? All of those feelings originated in My own great heart. And I feel every bit of that same love and glory and pride as I watch your own progress.
I am cheering you on. I will never, ever fail you; I will never, ever leave you; and I will never, ever give up on you.
You are a diadem of beauty in my hand. I am perfecting everything that concerns you. I am the Author and Finisher of your faith. And I am waiting to refresh you at every step, to strengthen you at every turn, to carry you whenever necessary.
And on this Father's Day I want you to know that I am proud to be your
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