Because my daughter is happy

 

 

 

 

 

My Mikey, I love you

 

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I am a bit leery of sharing what I feel right now.  It is as if simply by sharing it, I may jinx myself and my daughter, though I know – in my logical mind, if not the one part that I usually USE – that that is silly.

Tiffany has been working on a process called bondage breaking, which is about healing demonic bondage.  As of yesterday, she has made beautiful progress, and I am pleased and happy for her and for us.  It is much easier to be happy when your own child is not hating herself.

I had a realization the other day.  After feeling afraid that someone could say to me, "She’s not your daughter…you didn’t put her here!",  as I’ve fully expected to hear, I finally realized something.  Tiffany and Elisabeth have been my daughters for two years, which is just as long as anyone who has a two year old infant has been a parent.

Not only that, but I’ve been ready to counter the "she’s not yours" line of thought, anyway.  Her mother and I say they are my daughters, each of the girls says so, and that’s all I need.  The acceptance I feel at the hands of my girls is a message from God, saying, "Welcome to the family….they’ve been expecting you."

And I’ve been praying for them my whole life.

It’s amazing how much difference it can make to you when your daughter says, "I don’t hate myself anymore."

Love to everybody,

PdC