For the most part.
The only thing missing from this masterfully written letter, is the fact that this little girl—and all our sons and daughters—are loved completely, perfectly, unconditionally, and forever by God. The One who created us and longs for us to see ourselves through His eyes, and to accept His offer of relationship through Jesus. And once we do, we get to hear and read words like the ones in this letter, every day we choose to sit, read the Bible, pray and listen.
We are loved. We are special. We are artfully, skillfully and wonderfully made. And this letter captures not only the love of a daddy, but also the heart of our Heavenly Father.
What a gift, to his little girl and to us.
You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex. Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it. You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. You saw me before I was born.
Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed. How precious are your loving thoughts about me, O God. They cannot be numbered! I can’t even count them; they outnumber the grains of sand.
When I wake up, you are still with me. Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. Point out anything in me that offends you, and lead me along the path of everlasting life. Psalm 139