THE DANCE

  I danced with my lover this morning! Standing on the side of the old gym floor with my tattered heart and worn out dress, I sense a gentle breeze moving towards me. I slowly glance up to notice Strength, Beauty, and Royalty closing the distance between us. I look around at all the beauty that surrounds me, yet His gaze is fixed on me. With each step He takes I hear the crackle of the wood beneath His feet, and there is purpose and passion in every step. The softness in His eyes beckons my soul, and the melody of the music stirs my heart. As He approaches me the breath of His Presence is sweet and intoxicating, and I am in awe that He has chosen me – the least of these! He extends His strong yet comforting hand, and without a word I grab a hold. As we embrace I feel the warmth of His being, and I am keenly aware that I am His. As I begin following His lead I am completely unrestrained, and with every step I become more like Him. He twirls me around the dance floor to the music of the “waltz”, and “Ahh” how He delights in me. As His hand is nestled in the small of my back, His strength and grace uphold me. He is the most amazing dancer, and I am the beauty of the ball in His arms. It is the first time in my life I am not on the side I am on the floor and my heart alive. As my ears hear the...

DADDY’S GOT YOU

Granules  of  wet  sand  enveloped  my  feet,  and  the  ocean  roared  with  strength  and  authority.  The  wind  of  the  morning  and  vibrant  blue  sky  seduced  me  onward   awakening  my  heart  to  more.  People  galore  yet  all  I  noticed  were  daddies  and  their   girls.  Oh  the  acceptance  and  joy  of  a  daddy’s  time  and  attention.  One  stood  out   amongst  the  others  as  they  sat  together  on  the  foamy  edge  with  her  blonde  curls   blowing  across  his  arm.  Digging  for  treasures  and  watching  the  tides  they  were  making  memories  as  he  scooped her onto his shoulders offering  her strength  and  love. Tears  filled  my  eyes  and  sadness  entered  my  heart,  as  I  thought  of  my  sweet  daddy, who a few days earlier went to live with  Jesus.  Then I remembered  standing  on  a  different  waters  edge  with  bended  knee  and  an  anxious  heart  while  he  stood  submerged  in  water  with  his  arms  outstretched.  He  called  to  me,  “jump,  “Sugar Plum”,  jump,  Daddy’s  got  you”.  I  closed  my   eyes,  squealed  out  loud,  and  jumped  smack  into  his  secure  affection. Tears  of  sadness  turned  into  sweet  tears  of  joy  and  thankfulness  for  the  realness  and  validation  of  my  daddy’s  love.  Echoing  in  my  heart  are  still  his  words…”daddy’s  got  you”.  While,  shouting  from  above into my brokenness I   hear….”Daddy’s  got  you,  Ashley!”  Both  are  beautiful. Trials  and  deep  hurts  attempt  to  rip  the  fabric  of  truth  from  underneath  our  walk;   but  truth  stands  firm  like  the  roaring  ocean.  The  love  of  our  earthy  fathers  shapes   us,  but  the  love  of  our  Heavenly  Father  defines  us....