I saw her sitting there, a younger, smaller version of me, at 9 years old, sitting on my childhood bed. I slowly walked to her and knelt. I took her hands in mine. She looked up at me and with a small voice asked, “Does it get any better?” I squeezed her hands, “Not for a long time. It doesn’t get better for a long time.” She closed her eyes and tears streamed down her face. I let go of her hands and placed mine around her small face, “Does anyone end up saving us?” she softly asked. I smiled. “Yes.” I said. She then looked at me, hopeful, “Who saves us?” she asked. I smiled even bigger. “We do. We save ourselves.”
(“Letters To Anna“)
What if I told all you ladies out there that National Daughters Day isn’t just for daughters, but also for the little girl who lives inside your heart? You know? That broken angel who desperately needs you to cherish and value her so she can rise up to become The One who leads her own daughters to The Queendom?
Woke up today with no secrets, and I’ll sleep with no regrets. I’ve lived a life I’ve torn to pieces … so many things I can’t forget.
I’ve been a thief … I’ve been a liar … blacked out the sunlight three hundred days. I broke the bottle just to get higher. I locked myself down with rusted chains.
Found my way back on this broken road. Found myself inside my broken soul.
I got no halo … no wings … got no angels watching … but I still believe. Lost my spirit … my soul … but I was never alone. There’s still a little Heaven in me.
(“Heaven In Me” Words Adapted)
With that, happy National Daughter’s Day to not just every lady reading this, but of course to the Mona Lisa who never truly never stops making me smile and truly is every brightest jewel in my tiara. Pray God that I’ve prepared that sweet little baby girl inside of her (who I ashamedly helped break) to make much better choices than I did when she was younger when it’s time for her to start a family of her own.
Lol. If someone had told the teenage me that one day I’d somehow manage to be the mother of a queen like THIS, I’d have laughed right in their face. And no, I don’t just mean the queen you see here … I mean the queen who’s writing this Diary entry that grew up to be one of my very few heroes.
Oh, and for the record, although I may not got no halo, I most definitely do have wings and an entire army of angels watching over me 25/8! As for my spirit? Hmm? Although it sure as hell was as lost as I once believed my soul was, after all was said and done, NO, I was NEVER alone. Heaven has been inside of me all along … I just needed a different set of eyes to see it.
Hi everyone! I’m Catherine Marie Williamson … God’s absolute FAVORITE daughter! So, Happy National Daughters Day to me!
The Diary Of My Perfection 
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