Daddy Is There

My husband shared with me a funny something that my little girl said to him a few days ago. Shes 4 years old, sometimes going on 40, lol. The way she reasons is at times very interesting because she sees and understands many things that you wouldn’t think she should.

We have a lot of photo albums laying around the house from times past. Funny when you think about that, the “Photo Album” is almost nonexistent today. Things are stored on flash drives, on Facebook, or on the computer. But, ever so often we all pick up one of those old photo albums and reminisce on times past. One of everyone’s favorite photos to look at are when we gave birth to the children. The kids especially love it! I think it amazes them to imagine being in my belly, and then being born. The little ones often have so many questions about the process, such as, “Mom, the baby was in your belly?” or “How did the baby get in your belly?”, “How did the baby get out?”, “Did it hurt?”, and on and on and on. We actually love trying to answer their questions in a way that will make sense to them and help them understand just how much of a miracle it is, and they are.

Well, my little girl was looking at the pics again one day, and she posed a question to her father. She asked, “Daddy, where were you when mommy had the baby? You were not there when mommy me?” My husband found that questions very interesting and observant of her. It meant she was aware of something very important, and vital during childbirth. One, she understood that she and her siblings are a product of two people…a mom and a dad. So, if it takes both the love of a mom and a daddy to make a baby, then it’s only right that they both be there when the baby comes out, right? Well, she couldn’t understand that when she was being pushed out and seeing the pics of me in pain, in transition, that my husband, her father wouldn’t be present.

My husband laughed and said, “Yes, daddy was there baby…. I was the one taking the pictures so that we could look back on the moment and see these memories and remember how much of a blessing it was.” She looked at him, and seemed to be soothed with the idea that, “Ok, so you were there….that’s all I wanted to know”. LOL.

This little person wanted the assurance that her father was present when she was entering into the world. She wanted to know that though she didn’t see him, he was there. What she didn’t know, and he had to share with her, was that he actually was the one who caught her as she came out. In fact, he caught most of our children when they came out into this big world. It was an amazing experience that even without photos, we won’t soon forget.

All she wanted to know is that her Father was there. She may not have seen him in the pics, but he was there the entire time, talking to mommy, encouraging mommy, holding mommy’s hand, and then catching his her as they came forth from the womb. This is too the same with our Heavenly Father! He isn’t always in the picture, visible, seen….but he is always there. He is directing the show, he is holding us through all of life’s most difficult challenges, and New Birth Experiences. They are painful, and hard at times, but Oh So beautiful, when we get to see the NEWNESS of LIFE that comes forth as a result of him walking us through it.

Psalms 23:4, “Even when I must walk through the darkest valley, I fear no danger, for you are with me; your rod and your staff reassure me.

Daniel 3:24-26, “Then King Nebuchadnezzar was startled and quickly got up. He said to his ministers, “Wasn’t it three men that we tied up and threw into the fire?” They replied to the king, “For sure, O king.” 25 He answered, “But I see four men, untied and walking around in the midst of the fire! No harm has come to them! And the appearance of the fourth is like that of a god!” 26 Then Nebuchadnezzar approached the door of the furnace of blazing fire. He called out, “Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, servants of the most high God, come out! Come here!” Then Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego emerged from the fire.

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