A woman’s greatest power is found in her Father’s love and reassurance.
Every woman, it matters not how mean or how lovely, how strong or how soft she may appear to be, every woman, needs to be reassured and validated in some way. She needs to know that she is valued and appreciated. She can only obtain her truest value from the words spoken by her father. By his words, life is spoken into her and she becomes the woman that is spoken about her. This is hugely important for her life and her very future. I have eventually settled into this truth.
A woman may make certain decisions based on what she hears and what she does not hear coming from her father’s mouth. His word shapes the way she thinks and decides what she eventually believes.
I think about this for the moment. I also reflect on my life’s decisions. Growing up, I have always chosen what seemed to be for me, the much ‘safer’ route. But with time, it became more and more abundantly clear that for me, there was never going to be any ‘safe’ route. Through my eyes, everything under the sun seemed scary. When I was younger and sat myself on the beach, I would see these huge tsunami-like waves coming to reach for me. This thought frightened me so much that when I returned home, I was always afraid of closing my eyes in the bathroom while showering, because I kept thinking those same waves would come for me. When the earth shook just only a little, I would think about huge crevices opening up to swallow what rested above it. I did not sleep for many nights following that event, for I did not want to be swallowed up by the earth’s mouth while sleeping. And yes! I was once afraid of that spooky Mr. Boogeyman... I mean, who wasn’t? I can go on and on, and yet, still there will be no end in sight. Essentially, my mind was wildly imaginative and still is to this day. With my expansive imagination, what grew with it was my fear for life itself.
As I reflect, I now realize that I held on to an even deeper fear and that was the fear of self-expressions. Never was I able to properly link what others thought about me with what I thought about my own self. I held on to my opinions quite loosely, refraining from outwardly displaying any sense of independent thought. For the most part, I kept my thoughts to myself, at least, whatever remained of it. I held everything in very tightly and felt much ashamed if I did any differently. It is pretty ironic now, I guess. Since, I am doing the complete opposite with all this writing. *poker face* But for me, self-expression was one of my much bigger fears.
I sit in silence some more. I go backwards now.
I have come to observe that what my father thinks, I become. If he thinks me a coward, so am I. I highlight this observation as truly important for every woman. A woman needs to decide who she is listening to. A woman rests on a good word. She takes it in. She mulls over it. She meditates on the words spoken to her and for her. She may not know it at the time, but words really seep into a woman’s heart. So, she has to be careful about the words that she reads about. I have found great value in reading my Father’s words. Some verses really touch me and when I focus on what He is trying to tell me, sometimes, I get really moved with emotion.
I care to hear a tender word. Through his descriptions which I read, I am able to sense the character of my Father. He is firm and astute, highly intelligent, yet very caring and considerate. He causes me to imagine more about Him. His word gives me support and holds me up. It is because of his willingness, I fall in love. I fall in love with his thoughts. He forever keeps me in wonder.
Sometimes, when I sit out in parks and watch the families go by, I see the relations between children and their fathers. I see the love that is extended between the father and his son. I take note of the loving care that a father brings to his daughter. Then I consider my own relationship with me father.
For my lot, I have grown up in a space where I had lots of fear for my father. I was always afraid to talk to him. I was afraid to ask him questions. Fear always got the best of me when I considered turning to my father. He always wore a persistently disciplining and correctional hat. I lived the strict life. There were no two ways about that. Though he always meant very well, the rigor of his splendid character only pushed me further into my shell. He always kept his distance and I respect that. He is my father. Though, I have always wondered about a father’s tender love. I had no idea what that felt like. I could only imagine.
I eventually resorted to this type of love in my Heavenly Father, who can be anything you wanted Him to be in the moment that you needed to be that for you. His words truly move me. He is so poetic in so many ways, and I fancy his words. It causes me to reflect on much. Though He is Spirit, I try at best to glean what I can from his words to try to understand a father’s nurturing side. From a human perspective, it is really hard, almost impossible for me to imagine what that feels like. Though, I could vaguely relate to such things, I know that this was the link that would allow me to step into my true power. It was in my Father’s reassurance, where I could find my golden key, that is, where I could find my confidence. Confidence is King!
For everything that I can or cannot do, I first needed my Father’s approval and blessing. Think about it. It is Man who decides his future. Woman is his propagating piece which allows His life to move forward. What Man says matters a great deal. I let that sink in for a while. Silence! Inasmuch as what my Father tells me, really matters and in fact, has a lot of weight. What my Father says, goes and He has the final say. I better be careful then to listen to what my Heavenly Father has to say about me. I need to pay particular attention to what my Father tells me. This is crucial for my very future.
Then it hit me. I now understand my Father’s proposal. Yes, I have indeed come to terms, with his proposing thought in mind. Though I received many messages from Him in the past, it has only now really hit me. Silence!
I understand my Father’s proposal. He told me many things in the past. He really did, much of which I thought was my own writing. But through and through, there was always one request made of Him. He kept popping that question, but I was too concerned with life to realize what He was actually asking me. So, what exactly was his proposing question?
“Marisa, I have promised you all these things. I have told you many things, indeed. I will carry you. I just ask of you this one thing. Marisa, do you believe?”
I sit in silence as I meditate. I was too blind to even take note of his proposing statement, yet with one simple answer, it would drastically change the trajectory of my very life. For the moment, I give myself time to reflect. It is a heavy thought question; one that certainly needs more probing and further examination of the self. Do I truly believe all that He tells me? Do I even believe that those words are His? Do I believe when my Father speaks to me? Am I accepting of his words? Do I accept his Word? Do I come into agreement with his Word? Do I trust in the things my Father tells me? I need to tell the truth. I sit in my silence. For my prior actions reveal that I may have been overlooking this very pertinent question. Belief is a topic so crucial for one’s faith, that it is worth exploring in more depth. I consider this thought.
I press on.
Now, I reflect on my relationship with my Heavenly Father. How do I wish my relationship to be?
Well...
I see a father daughter relationship as...
Something special
Something to treasure and keep
A safe haven
A resting place
Something reliable and trustworthy
A place of Respite (My Morning Respite)
A cover
A place where I can be myself and indulge in my silent expressions
A place for much reflection
A place for learning and development
A place for dreaming and planning
A place for sustenance and the list goes on...
A place to express my love quite boldly, passionately and unapologetically.
My Father’s meeting place is a place that I can run to for much of my faith, confidence and loving support. I meet Him in Spirit and in Truth. In the stillness of my heart, there I go looking for Him.
So, now I rest in his assurance. I rest in the assurance that no matter how rough a road I may walk, yet still He will be right there with me, helping me to get through it. He will single-handedly take up my hand and walk the road with me. Even if I fall, He will still be able to pick me up and finish carry me.
Every woman, it matters not how mean or how lovely, how strong or how soft she may appear to be, every woman, needs to be reassured and validated in some way. She needs to know that she is valued and appreciated. She can only obtain her truest value from the words spoken by her father. By his words, life is spoken into her and she becomes the woman that is spoken about her. This is hugely important for her life and her very future. I have eventually settled into this truth.
A woman may make certain decisions based on what she hears and what she does not hear coming from her father’s mouth. His word shapes the way she thinks and decides what she eventually believes.
I think about this for the moment. I also reflect on my life’s decisions. Growing up, I have always chosen what seemed to be for me, the much ‘safer’ route. But with time, it became more and more abundantly clear that for me, there was never going to be any ‘safe’ route. Through my eyes, everything under the sun seemed scary. When I was younger and sat myself on the beach, I would see these huge tsunami-like waves coming to reach for me. This thought frightened me so much that when I returned home, I was always afraid of closing my eyes in the bathroom while showering, because I kept thinking those same waves would come for me. When the earth shook just only a little, I would think about huge crevices opening up to swallow what rested above it. I did not sleep for many nights following that event, for I did not want to be swallowed up by the earth’s mouth while sleeping. And yes! I was once afraid of that spooky Mr. Boogeyman... I mean, who wasn’t? I can go on and on, and yet, still there will be no end in sight. Essentially, my mind was wildly imaginative and still is to this day. With my expansive imagination, what grew with it was my fear for life itself.
As I reflect, I now realize that I held on to an even deeper fear and that was the fear of self-expressions. Never was I able to properly link what others thought about me with what I thought about my own self. I held on to my opinions quite loosely, refraining from outwardly displaying any sense of independent thought. For the most part, I kept my thoughts to myself, at least, whatever remained of it. I held everything in very tightly and felt much ashamed if I did any differently. It is pretty ironic now, I guess. Since, I am doing the complete opposite with all this writing. *poker face* But for me, self-expression was one of my much bigger fears.
I sit in silence some more. I go backwards now.
I have come to observe that what my father thinks, I become. If he thinks me a coward, so am I. I highlight this observation as truly important for every woman. A woman needs to decide who she is listening to. A woman rests on a good word. She takes it in. She mulls over it. She meditates on the words spoken to her and for her. She may not know it at the time, but words really seep into a woman’s heart. So, she has to be careful about the words that she reads about. I have found great value in reading my Father’s words. Some verses really touch me and when I focus on what He is trying to tell me, sometimes, I get really moved with emotion.
I care to hear a tender word. Through his descriptions which I read, I am able to sense the character of my Father. He is firm and astute, highly intelligent, yet very caring and considerate. He causes me to imagine more about Him. His word gives me support and holds me up. It is because of his willingness, I fall in love. I fall in love with his thoughts. He forever keeps me in wonder.
Sometimes, when I sit out in parks and watch the families go by, I see the relations between children and their fathers. I see the love that is extended between the father and his son. I take note of the loving care that a father brings to his daughter. Then I consider my own relationship with me father.
For my lot, I have grown up in a space where I had lots of fear for my father. I was always afraid to talk to him. I was afraid to ask him questions. Fear always got the best of me when I considered turning to my father. He always wore a persistently disciplining and correctional hat. I lived the strict life. There were no two ways about that. Though he always meant very well, the rigor of his splendid character only pushed me further into my shell. He always kept his distance and I respect that. He is my father. Though, I have always wondered about a father’s tender love. I had no idea what that felt like. I could only imagine.
I eventually resorted to this type of love in my Heavenly Father, who can be anything you wanted Him to be in the moment that you needed to be that for you. His words truly move me. He is so poetic in so many ways, and I fancy his words. It causes me to reflect on much. Though He is Spirit, I try at best to glean what I can from his words to try to understand a father’s nurturing side. From a human perspective, it is really hard, almost impossible for me to imagine what that feels like. Though, I could vaguely relate to such things, I know that this was the link that would allow me to step into my true power. It was in my Father’s reassurance, where I could find my golden key, that is, where I could find my confidence. Confidence is King!
For everything that I can or cannot do, I first needed my Father’s approval and blessing. Think about it. It is Man who decides his future. Woman is his propagating piece which allows His life to move forward. What Man says matters a great deal. I let that sink in for a while. Silence! Inasmuch as what my Father tells me, really matters and in fact, has a lot of weight. What my Father says, goes and He has the final say. I better be careful then to listen to what my Heavenly Father has to say about me. I need to pay particular attention to what my Father tells me. This is crucial for my very future.
Then it hit me. I now understand my Father’s proposal. Yes, I have indeed come to terms, with his proposing thought in mind. Though I received many messages from Him in the past, it has only now really hit me. Silence!
I understand my Father’s proposal. He told me many things in the past. He really did, much of which I thought was my own writing. But through and through, there was always one request made of Him. He kept popping that question, but I was too concerned with life to realize what He was actually asking me. So, what exactly was his proposing question?
“Marisa, I have promised you all these things. I have told you many things, indeed. I will carry you. I just ask of you this one thing. Marisa, do you believe?”
I sit in silence as I meditate. I was too blind to even take note of his proposing statement, yet with one simple answer, it would drastically change the trajectory of my very life. For the moment, I give myself time to reflect. It is a heavy thought question; one that certainly needs more probing and further examination of the self. Do I truly believe all that He tells me? Do I even believe that those words are His? Do I believe when my Father speaks to me? Am I accepting of his words? Do I accept his Word? Do I come into agreement with his Word? Do I trust in the things my Father tells me? I need to tell the truth. I sit in my silence. For my prior actions reveal that I may have been overlooking this very pertinent question. Belief is a topic so crucial for one’s faith, that it is worth exploring in more depth. I consider this thought.
I press on.
Now, I reflect on my relationship with my Heavenly Father. How do I wish my relationship to be?
Well...
I see a father daughter relationship as...
Something special
Something to treasure and keep
A safe haven
A resting place
Something reliable and trustworthy
A place of Respite (My Morning Respite)
A cover
A place where I can be myself and indulge in my silent expressions
A place for much reflection
A place for learning and development
A place for dreaming and planning
A place for sustenance and the list goes on...
A place to express my love quite boldly, passionately and unapologetically.
My Father’s meeting place is a place that I can run to for much of my faith, confidence and loving support. I meet Him in Spirit and in Truth. In the stillness of my heart, there I go looking for Him.
So, now I rest in his assurance. I rest in the assurance that no matter how rough a road I may walk, yet still He will be right there with me, helping me to get through it. He will single-handedly take up my hand and walk the road with me. Even if I fall, He will still be able to pick me up and finish carry me.
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