Today I am a daughter.
I have a good, good father.
I mess up, but He is slow to anger, abounding in love, and forgiving of sin.
I am young, but He is wise and I can ask Him what to do.
I am impatient, but He teaches me to wait.
I tire, but He renews my strength.
I am childish, but He has time for fun and playing with me.
I own nothing, but He delights in providing for me abundantly.
He thinks I am beautiful.
He is proud of me.
Dear daughter, do not worry, grow weary, or feel looked over. I see you. I am for you. Who or what could stand against you?