Rachel Huff Guest Post: Daddy's Girl

I have this crazy friend who insists upon loving on me when I'm at my most unlovable, and she's one of very few people from whom I have no secrets. She's also one of very few people I will answer when the phone rings on bad days because--if I don't--she'll come looking for me. 

I just opened an e-mail in which this friend wrote: "This is so silly but I wanted to write you a blog - I know I can't write so that is why I say this is so silly. Anyway I gave it a shot and here it is." I opened the attachment and bawled my eyes out, and I knew right away: I would be posting it for you to enjoy, too. 

No matter who you are, you can trust Rachel Huff and what she has to say. 

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One thing that Brandee and I share in common is we are both Daddy’s girls.  We have shared so many stories about our dads. Some brought tears and some brought laughter but it is a special bond that we both have because when it comes to our dads we both totally understand each other.

For months now I have been trying to help Brandee get through one of the toughest times in her life but what I realized this weekend was she did not need a best friend as much as she just needed her dad.

He traveled from Tennessee to be here for Clementine’s birthday and to visit with Brandee which was not something that he does very often. It was special and I got to see that first hand.

He had not even been here 12 hours when I got a message from Brandee. Well it was more like a song. A song about meatballs. To most that might sound crazy but to me it was the best sound in the world. For the first time in months I had a glimpse of my Brandee. Oh how I had missed her.

Then I got to see Brandee at Clementine’s birthday and that is when I realized it might not just be a glimpse. She looked amazing and everything about her was different.  Only Clementine was not feeling the same.

She did not quite wake up from her nap in the best mood to say the least. Now Clementine is ALWAYS happy to see Zach and me but not on that day. I tried all my tricks and again I found myself failing terribly. I tried not to take it to heart because I noticed she was doing it to everyone but yet I thought I was different. And then right in the midst of her biggest breakdown of the day Papaw suddenly appeared.

I wish I could remember what he said but I was so taken by the look on Clementine’s face as she looked up to him that I got lost in the moment. The tears quickly went away and Papaw had accomplished what none of us was able to do.  Our little princess and all were smiling!

It was later that night that I was awakened by God with that image in my mind and I realized that we all have a Father who loves us. No matter what your relationship is like with your dad or where your dad is you have a Father who loves you and longs to be close to you. He wants to wipe away the tears and adorn you with a crown of beauty. It doesn’t matter how broken or messed up we are He still wants for us to be His little princess.

Actually you can wear your crown any way you would like.

Or maybe you are not even sure what to do with a crown.

Regardless God wants you, his daughter,

to be a Daddy’s girl. 

Isaiah 60:1-3

The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me,

Because the Lord has anointed me

To preach good news to the poor.

He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,

To proclaim freedom for the captives

And release from darkness for the prisoners.

To proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor

And the day of vengeance of our God,

To comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve

To bestow a crown of beauty

Instead of ashes,

The oil of gladness

Instead of mourning

And a garment of praise

Instead of a spirit of despair.

They will be called oaks of righteousness,

A planting of the Lord

For the display of his splendor.