A Father’s Worth

To the father of my beloved child,
This ride together has been wild.
It’s been a ride that we didn’t plan,
But the way I have seen God’s hand.

Our journey has forced maturity,
On God I’ve learned dependency.
And even though I thought it would crush me,
It has taught me resiliency.

There have been what felt like wins,
And there have been what felt like losses.
There was brokenness and fear,
But through our differences we remained near —
and for our daughter we’ll always be there.

I will not romanticize or glamorize
the demise of God’s family design.
But through all the conflict and chaos,
God continues to refine.

It’s been hard, painful, confusing, and scary.
But through this process God has molded me.
And while this experience exposed my insecurities,
It also gave opportunities for God to show His beauty within me.

God has always protected me.
I met you in a season where to myself I wasn’t being true.
God’s protection I told Him to subdue,
and in my rebellion I had met you.

I learned so many lessons the hard way.
Lessons like: I’m not in control,
the world doesn’t show mercy,
every man for himself,
and watch what you say.

I blamed you, you pointed fingers at me,
We once thought each other to be the enemy.
All the angry tears,
that flowed between us over all these years.

With each other we were always emotionally unsafe,
but it taught me that God’s protection cannot be replaced.
And though we’ve always been hearts apart,
God knew you’d be my child’s father from the start.

My Father chose us as “safe enough,”
and in Him I put all my trust.
And even though we have not always been good to each other,
you love and protect our daughter like no other.

You’ve shown her that she’s worth a father,
You’ve shown her that you love your daughter.
You have been there since birth,
And every moment you show her how much she’s worth.

You are present, you are fun, you spark her curiosity.
You teach her, you build confidence, you protect her physically.
You meet me halfway financially,
and at the end of the day she loves her daddy.

From the beginning God knew we would be part of each other’s story.
And it is my prayer that through our brokenness He gets the glory.
Even when His plan feels misunderstood,
He will always work things together for good.

We will always walk on separate roads,
but through her we will always connect.
Because of her, and for her,
I will give you my respect.

One day grandchildren we will share,
so I pray for peace beyond compare.
I know that God will continue to bless,
I honor you as her father — and trust Him with the rest.

-Briana Breathes