Fathers, teach you daughters that they are beautiful, but their beauty should not be sold off for the promise of a phone bill payment or even a meal. Teach your daughters that being with a man with power, fame and/or fortune does not equal “gettin’ paid.” The payment is much greater and more severe by falling for someone who has no intention of being with them for the long haul. I mean, as sappy as it was… there’s truth to the movie “Madea’s Family Reunion.”
Teach your daughters to trust their God-given gut. He provides all the signals they need. Trust God. Teach your daughters that they are worth the wait. That their “self-worth & self-esteem” is not being too picky or conceited… it’s a tool to be used for greatness. Teach your daughters.
I get so upset seeing news stories like that of Jared Fogle, Bill Cosby, Human trafficking in the Motor City and the fools who actually use Ashley Madison and Backpage, that it brings me to tears. I could’ve certainly fallen prey to some of this growing up, but because my dad talked to us about much more than, “don’t come home pregnant,” my sister’s and I have more discernment instilled in us. Perfect? Not by a long shot… but we were (and still are) given tools to navigate creeps.
Lastly Fathers, but most importantly, teach your daughters about the ultimate love. Not the kind that takes advantage of them or puts pressure on them to do things just for the right to say they have a man or a piece of change. Not the kind that abuses them mentally, physically or emotionally… but rather that John 3:16 love; that 1 Corinthians 13 love; that love that’s straight from Jeremiah 29:11.
Fathers… Teach your daughters. Grandfathers, Stepfather’s & God-fearing Uncles… you can do your part too. We have a generation of daughters who need you. 
Randi, thank you for this thought. My daddy never talked about subjects like this. My mom and I were closer. The reason I guess dad and I weren’t close is because I caught him jumping on my mom. He never knew that I saw him, but after that I never felt the same about him ever again.
I loved and respected him only because he was dad but that was it.
When he got sick I did what I was supposed to do for him. My aunt told me as a little girl that “One day I would have to hand him a glass of water and it would be up to me whether I did or. Not.” Well, it happened just like Auntie said, but it didn’t come to my memory until I reached the cup to him. What a revelation! But you know I’m glad I stood on my Christ like values! He died two or three days later. I had a clear conscience.
What an amazing testimony. Many women have this one & countless others with reasons their fathers weren’t their emotional rock.
I get it. Until my father got his life in order he was emotionally absent. Thank God for my grandfather & uncles. Thank God for his grace & mercy too!
Thanks for reading my blog!
~Randi