Ellie has just been reading my blog and wants me to write something about her. So what can I tell you about Ellie. She’s fourteen years old and turning into a woman before my eyes. Sometimes the way she does it is absolutely glorious; sometimes it’s more complicated but she’s getting there. She’s very clever, she’s good at languages and science, she’s creative and has a great sense of fun. Her bedroom is full of things she’s made or altered; at the moment she’s into decorating things with nail varnish and the results are reminiscent of aboriginal art in their flowing beauty.
I think she’s inherited my sense of justice, so she often gets angry about things that she thinks aren’t fair and I’m pleased about that. She is developing a finely tuned sense of what’s right and wrong, and has a deep desire to do good, rather than evil. She’s working out what that means for her, and how she can win her inner battles and she’s often very courageous in how she does that.
My hope for her is that she will be able to grow into a woman who is confident about her personhood and womanhood. I want her to know deep in her soul that she is ultimately and inherently valuable and precious; that she is precious because she is a woman and a human being. I wish the world would be easier for her as a woman, but I fear that it isn’t. I see the pressure on teenage girls to focus on their looks, to be attractive in the eyes of men, and to ignore the beauty of their inner selves and I want to help Ellie to be strong enough to know that her inside is what matters.
I want her to be someone who is known as just, kind, and gentle in heart. I pray that she will know Jesus as her first love, but in the end that’s between her and him. I don’t care what she does for a living, but I want her to stand on her own two feet and know the worth of hard work, done well. Most of all I want her to be loved; she is now, me and her Dad love her to bits, but I want her to love herself as well.