I am His Daughter

I pray often, but sometimes I wonder if God hears my prayers. How can I doubt this when I know that I am His daughter? I want to believe that He hears me, but to be honest, I’m not sure that all of my prayers are worth His valuable time. Many of my prayers are filled with whining, moaning, groaning, complaining—only to start all over again with the whining. I imagine Him sitting on His beautiful, statuesque throne in Heaven, leaning back and shaking His head as my babbling prayers reach His ears. He must wonder at times, “What am I going to do with you, girl?”

Growing up, I was labeled “goody two shoes,” “little miss perfect,” “teacher’s pet,” “princess”—not all of those names were given in kindness—especially the “princess” one! I’ve always worked hard to do my best in whatever I’m doing and to live the best life I can live. Please understand that this doesn’t mean I’ve always done the right thing, done my best, or lived the best life, but trying for the best and wanting to do the best counts for something—I hope.

Trying to live the right life is not easy. The past couple of years have been the most difficult yet the most rewarding years I’ve ever experienced. I have never been so misunderstood, misquoted, verbally attacked, hated, demeaned, or lied about, yet I’ve never been so happy, either.

When the rumors and accusations against me started flying, I prayed every way I knew how with every emotion I possessed. I prayed in desperation. I begged. I pleaded. I cried. I prayed in the Spirit. I prayed in the flesh. I prayed with great gasping sobs that should have torn my heart apart. Through my roller coaster ride of prayer, there was one thing I repeatedly asked of God. I asked Him to tell this man (the collector of accusations) that I was His daughter. I was our Lord’s little girl. “I’m your daughter, Lord. Tell Him I’m your daughter. Remind Him that I’m your daughter, Lord.” I prayed this until I didn’t have any tears left.

After the accusations were brought to light, I knew God was with me, but I wasn’t completely sure that He had heard my prayer. I had peace, but there was an incompleteness that I didn’t expect. My dilemma was unresolved, but I had to trust that my Father was still in charge.

Days passed and an amazing friend who knew of my struggles called me one night. She encouraged me not to lose faith because of the persecution I faced. She was adamant in telling me of God’s great love for me. All of these things she said to me were helpful and sweet, but then she said the most astonishing thing. She told me that I was “His daughter” and that He would take care of “His daughter.”  Hearing the familiar words, “His daughter” grabbed my attention and I stopped breathing for a moment.

“You’re His daughter. He will never leave you or forsake you.”

“You’re His daughter,” she continued. He loves you. He fights for you. You’re His daughter. Believe it, because it’s true. You’re His daughter. You’ve always been His daughter.”


Warmth consumed me as the words I had prayed the week before returned to me tenfold, but these words were different. These words were no longer desperate pleas from my frail, weeping voice. These words were bold and aggressive, strong and powerful. These words were clear, sharp, and confident. Each time she spoke “His daughter” I stood a little taller. Each time she said “His daughter,” my chin rose a little higher, my heart lifted and my strength and confidence grew. By the sixth and seventh time she called me “His Daughter,” my hope was renewed and I was in awe of how much He truly loved me.

My Father was sending me a message.

My friend had no idea of the prayer I cried days before. She had no way of knowing the impact the words “His daughter” had on me when she spoke them. Words that I used in desperation, begging for recognition and exoneration, were given back to me as a powerful, mind-blasting gift. The words “His daughter” forged into a title of the highest social status, a title of the greatest anointing, a title with more significance than any other title I could ever receive in this life. The title His Daughter, was covered with His protection and drenched with His power. The value and confidence of my identity in Christ increased exponentially. Psalms 18 came to life and I could hear my Father’s thunderous voice declaring my status to the universe as His Daughter. What an incredible revelation and what an even more incredible Father I love and serve.

God heard my prayer.

He didn’t answer my prayer the way I wanted—thank God for that! He resolved the situation the way He knew was best for me, even though the results still hurt for a little bit–but that’s okay. Because of His spectacular ways, many new doors and opportunities rose up before me.

My God, my Creator, my Lord and Savior, my Father, my Daddy—He knows what’s best for me and He makes a way when there seems to be no way.

He feels the same way about you. God wants your heart. He wants you to be honest with Him and with yourself. He already knows you. He knew you before you were formed in your mother’s womb (Jeremiah 1:5). He knows your greatest moments and he knows your deepest hurts. He knows your pains, frustrations, and sorrows, but He wants you to share them with Him because He cares. He loves you. You are not alone. Learn to depend on Him. Let yourself trust Him. He will never betray you. He will never let you down. The more you share and the more you let go, the more He can make a way for you–the more He can answer your prayers. He may not always answer your prayers the way you think He should, but trust Him and let Him do His job.

Let go and let God … He loves you … and yes, God does hear you.


Dawn M. Garcia, M.S.
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