Why Call Him Daddy

littlecalamityjane:

It comes from a soft place, a little place where you need to feel guided. Directed. Sometimes life is all you can manage, all you can take in a day and once you step through that door, you want to fling it all off, crawl in His lap and cling. It’s not a disturbing thing as you might assume. Many words in our language mean multiple things… English is so… Limited. When he calls you, “Baby,” Is this bothersome to you? No? My point is much the same.

When I’m grumpy and sassy and know that I need to have that attitude addressed, I’ll call him Daddy. When I’m broken and hurting, but cannot cry… I’ll place myself across his knee and speak the word. I need that push to let go, to release my emotions. There are things I fail at, that I am weak to that he can hold me accountable for… Again, why I give him such an affectionate name of deference. But even more precious, more perfect are those moments of raw emotion and intimacy when bodies work against one another in the dark and I gasp… “Daddy.”

For all of these things. Daddy.

by: LittleCalamityJane