Tuesday, March 15, 2011

my wedding miracle

Miracles. I believe in them. I believe God gave me one for my wedding.
All my life, I have only ever dreamed of that special bond between a father and daughter. I couldn't help but cry when I saw dad's dancing with their daughters and see that special moment that I had never had.

It's not that my dad doesn't love me, he just has different ways of showing it. 

Not only has my dad never danced in his life, he feels very strongly against it because of the way he was raised and also because of the organization we were a part of growing up. 

Jimmy knew how much I wanted to dance with my dad at our wedding so he told me I should just ask him. I told him he was crazy.
I asked my dad anyways when I was home for Christmas break. He said no.

It hurt worse to have asked and been rejected than to never have asked at all.

I cried one day driving to school when I heard the song "I Loved Her First" on the radio. I knew that was the song I wanted to dance with my dad to. My heart hurt because I knew that even though it was just a dance, it would be a memory that lasted forever.
 I asked God as I was driving back to school one evening, sobbing, and listening to that song, to work in my Dad's heart...to give me a miracle.

Last week I went home for spring break and my dad asked if he could talk to me. He started talking about the conversation we had over Christmas about dancing. He said he hadn't been able to get it out of his mind and had been asking different people who he respected, what they thought he should do. To his surprise, not one of them told him he should not dance with me. In fact, they told him he really should consider doing it. 

My dad then told me he was willing to dance with me at my wedding.
 It was the last thing I was expecting to hear! I was shocked. We both cried together as I had him listen to the song I wanted to dance to. Right there in the bedroom, I taught my dad how to dance with tears rolling down my face.  Of anything my dad has ever done for me, this made me feel the most loved. He gave up something that was uncomfortable to him, something that he didn't necessarily want to do, and he did it to make me feel loved.

After 20 years of waiting, my little girl dreams came true:) My daddy danced with me!
It's proof that I serve a God who cares...even about my hopes and dreams. 









3 comments:

  1. and this just made me cry. love it. Our Good is so good!

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  2. Thank you for sharing about this and your first blog about your past life with the community you lived and grew up in. Very courageous. You are an encouragement, that you have and are coming through from such a past. Praise the Lord. God is speaking to my heart.

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  3. Aw, tear* Our Heavenly Father is so kind!

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