Imagine young girls living the fullness God designed for them. Imagine girls marching to the drumbeat of their heart, rather than Lil'Wayne's remixed production beats. Imagine girls fighting peer pressure instead of succumbing to it. Imagine girls fluently speaking a second language, embracing another culture outside of their own. Imagine girls modestly dressed, leaving imagination to the mind and not visibility to the eye. This is what I imagine when I look at my daughter. I watch her play, laugh, cry and whine. She does all these things with her whole heart, putting all her emotion behind whatever action she may be partaking in. How I wish that innocence would go untouched. I pray each day that I can be a good and grateful steward over God's child...because after all, she's not mine. She belongs to God. It's my job to teach her what it is to be a good citizen, a virtuous woman who knows her worth, loves her God, cherishes her family, appreciates her friends and understands that giving is far more important in life than receiving. For this reason, she and I never leave the house without looking at ourselves in the mirror and saying, "I praise you for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; marvelous are the works of God. And that my soul knows very well." (Psalms 139:13-14) She almost knows it by heart... Imagine every young girl believing THAT! Peace.
