Our Strong Man

It's the way our girls press into you. They lean on you, just like I do.

They wait for you impatiently when it's nearing time for you to be home. They chase you like you’re the hero come home. Because to them, you are.

You're exhausted after a long, hard day's work.  But they want to be near you anyway. And you let them.  You are their jungle gym and the goalie for the backyard soccer game.  You are a princess at a tea party, a pirate, a scary monster, and a charming prince who saves the day.

You could hush them, distract them or ignore them. But you let them stay close, and without words, your actions tell them that they’re valued and beautiful.

When they are fearful that something is lurking in the shadows, you protect them.  You assure them that you are near.  Always near.

You and I both know that there is something lurking in the shadows, wanting to devour what we work so hard to grow.  He waits, and then the thief in the shadows attacks, with lies.

With authority, you speak louder than the lies. I hear you tell our girls that they are beautiful – with actions and with words. Because you know that they need both. 

You remind them that...

They are loved.
“My beloved is mine, and I am His…” (Song of Solomon 2:16)

They are beautiful, flawless.
“You’re beautiful from head to toe, my dear love, beautiful beyond compare, absolutely flawless” (Song of Solomon 4:7)

They belong.
“The king is enthralled by your beauty; honor him, for he is your lord” (Psalm 45:11)

Thank you for constantly giving of yourself.  Thank you for working so very hard to make sure that we have a home, food, clothes, gummy bears, and cute shoes.

You promise and deliver.  You are our hero.  Our rock.  Our strong man.

We love you!