If only she knew...

Trailing behind, she rolled her eyes with a look of discontent. He, her father, with eyes of passionate love stood firm as they meandered their way through the crowd.

Immediately, without hesitation, I teared up as I thought, "If only she knew how much he loved her."

This picture looks oh too familiar doesn't it?

As I look back on the 26 years of my life, I don't regret many things, but what I do are the times that I scowled and fled the scene in defiance of my father's love.

It was strong and for me but we don't always see it that way, do we?

I thought I knew best but little did I know....

As I grow older, I see it all the more - the genuine heart behind a Father's touch. There is none that has better interest, none with stronger love and none with more passionate drive to propel us more into His heart as we are elevated into life as HIS.

Truth is, we are owned. We're owned by a passion, a passion that will not betray us, dismay us or enslave us - a passion that will set us free.

It's not only freeing, it's empowering - when we choose to experience and ingest it as our own.

Take hold and join in as we discover the freeing truth of a Father's heart together.

It is my desire to know the Father's love for me and joyfully live in it.

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"I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine...." -Song of Solomon 6:3

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PS: Thanks Dad. It has always been freeing to experience your heart. It's BIG and no one can deny it. Love you! ;)