My daughter. When I look into her face I see glimpses of myself, so many years ago. But yet, she is her own person. A face full of joy and possibilities—loving life, drawing people in with her contagious smile and her easy manner. A good friend. Accepting, encouraging, laughing. Helpful, respectful, responsible. Athletic and strong. Feminine and lovely. Forgetful—mind going in a million different directions. Hurrying, busy and sometimes messy. Impulsive. Gregarious. Sociable and fun-loving.

In many ways, she is so like me—her mother’s daughter—in some ways, not so much. But, most importantly, she is her heavenly Father’s daughter—a daughter of the King, made in his image to reflect his love and grace to the world.

May I always remember that she is His—perfectly created to bring Him joy —fitting like a glove into the Father’s kingdom plan. And may I always urge her gently onward towards becoming more like Him— loving, serving, growing—shining her beautiful light for all the world to see.

My daughter. My friend. My heart. My joy.

Thank you God for daughters.