HAPPY WOMEN’S HISTORY MONTH, DAUGHTER.
I think we forget that every woman was once a little girl- a daughter. We were once wide-eyed, curious, humble and expectant of love. Before our careers, our families, our degrees, friends… we were daughters first. That identity can feel like a complicated one. Depending on how we were raised and our childhood, this identity can even feel fragmented or stuffed away in the recesses of our mind. I get it.
I’ll be honest: Something is changing within me: the more that I’m embracing the identity of a daughter to my Heavenly Father, the more I am walking in authority, understanding and courage. In this process, I’m also confronting some of the things I’d like to unlearn too. It’s been invigorating to remember that I don’t have to earn my Father’s love- there’s nothing that I can do to make Him love me any less or any more. His love for me is cemented in eternity. He crafted me and is jealous for me- devoted to intimacy and closeness with me. My father knows me more intimately than I could ever know myself- He knows my thoughts, every crevice of my heart and the yearnings of my soul. Everything that I am, he designed. It’s mind blowing to truly believe that there’s no flaw in His design of me.
Our Heavenly Father guides his daughters, not through a lens of fear, control, or insecurity. He is not a man, wound up in culture and confusion. We are safe daughters with the freedom to lay our pain, fear, and disappointment at His feet. He wants to hold it all.
It may seem counterintuitive to make a women’s history month blog post about my father, but all of the history of womanhood stems and starts with Him. He doesn’t create things that He hates. When I am detached from the “ultimate vine” (John 15), I cannot move in my ordained function as a woman. I cannot bear the fruit that was predestined to me as His daughter if I am separated from my maker. So, this March, I suggest you reflect on what it means to be HIS.
I HAVE to suggest you check out Lisa Bevere’s book, “The Fight for Female”. Honestly, it’s a game changer. I mused, I cried, I repented and prayed. I pray it blesses you too.
