chantal r. levitchi

When I was a young girl I longed for a daddy. I longed for a daddy who would laugh with me, tell me that I was special and loved. I longed for a daddy to give me horsey back rides, teach me to ride a bicycle. A daddy to teach me who I was and make me understand my worth and my value. But I did not have that kind of daddy-in fact I didn’t have a daddy at all. I never heard the words “I love you” from a pure place that a dad has for his daughter. My heart desperately needed to know this man who gave me life. This emptiness in my heart led to years of brokenness, and insecurities. I was desperate for acceptance and I ended up looking for love in all the wrong places. For years I existed with a hole in my heart. A hole that I tried to fix with whatever or whoever I thought could satisfy the longing, and the emptiness. As a desperate means to fill my broken and empty heart, I developed an insatiable desire to have, and to acquire material things. But after many unfulfilled years I came to realize that the more I tried to fill the hole in my heart and the pain in my soul the more inadequate I felt. I’ve come to understand that the things of this world can never satisfy, and that no one or nothing can fill the longings and emptiness of our wounded hearts. Only God can fill us-and fill us to our full capacity. Only God can quench our thirst and make us complete into who we were truly meant to be….