What does your Daddy call you?

{His little girl}
What if I sowed each one of these beans?  If my digestive system was like dirt...
I would tie up my hair and tie on my apron with pockets...hiding my secret treasure
barefoot I walk in silent reverie about my secret dreams...dreams that are just for me
over my shoulder I can hear echoes of  fear gnawing at my gut...pulling me back..then I feel
an invisible HAND gently cupping me
freedom whispering and laughing...beckoning me to " Come"
so I do
It is in the sowing of the seed that the harvest is reaped
I find the perfect spot and sit down ~ turning over the rich soil
i drop the bean
my tears water
i hesitantly cover it up and pat it firm with a cupped hand...my hand doesn't want to leave
squinting...the son is sooo BRIGHT my hand partially covering
Daddy - I'm ready...He knowingly smiles down at me and squeezes my hand....reassures
I am beginning...to trust
Daddy? do you want to know something?
There was a moment of sweet stillness and I whispered
...I'm glad I'm your little girl
she ran wildly into freedom and in the presence of her Daddy's love
not all of us have daddy's but we ALL have a Father :)
I would like to know IF
You have a Daddy story to share? 
"For I know the plans I have for you," says the LORD.  "They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope."
Jeremiah 29:11