I am about go to the last general session of a woman’s conference.  I have one thing.

Dad, teach me to hope again.  Show me again how you look at me.  Remind me your gaze.  Awaken my heart to your touch.  A new way, a different way, a everything-falling-out-from-under-me kinda way.  Because this is all I live for, to know you.

Bring it.