My Ink Dance

Discovering Extraordinary Grace in an Ordinary Life

Will You Be Proud of Me?

You know that feeling like everything is out of sorts, like your whole life is not quite what it should be? I know that feeling, and so does Katie.

Katie’s words are a balm for those hidden places in your weary, wounded soul. Let her words sink deep today, friend, and believe this truth.

We sat in his office—me balling my eyes out, him encouraging, pastoring, and gently correcting me. I desperately needed it. I felt like my whole life was out of whack.

He was assuring me I wasn’t alone, I wasn’t broken, and I wasn’t a lost cause.

“Katie, have you ever heard the story about my son?”

I shook my head.

So he told me.


He told me how they were driving down the road one afternoon and his eight-year-old son piped up from the backseat.

“Dad, would you be proud of me if I was a missionary in China?”

My friend said he almost melted hearing those words from his son’s lips. He would love nothing more than to see his son bringing the Gospel in a closed country. He said he wanted to rip the door of the car to get to his son faster to love on him and tell him how awesome that would be and how he would do whatever it took to help this dream come true.

Instead he met his son’s eye in the rear-view mirror and said, “No, Son, I wouldn’t be proud of you if you were a missionary to China.”

He watched his son’s face fall. They drove in silence for a few minutes before his son piped up again.

“Dad, would you be proud of me if I was a doctor in Africa curing AIDS?”

My friend had lost many friends to AIDS. What an honor to those lives it would be if his son was one of the doctors making sure no more lives were lost. And in Africa? What a high call! My friend was committed to doing whatever it took to bring that dream to reality.

But again he met his son’s eye in the rear-view mirror.

“No, Son I wouldn’t be proud of you if you were a doctor curing AIDS in Africa.”

Once again, he watched his son’s face fall.

“Dad, would you be proud of me if I was a basketball player?”

By this point his son was just trying stuff. Surely he figured his dad was impossible to please.

My friend shook his head. “No, Son, I wouldn’t be proud of you if you were a basketball player.”

His son’s face fell again and my friend couldn’t take the look of dejection from his son anymore.

“Son, do you know why I wouldn’t be proud of you if you did all those things?”

His son shook his head.

“Even if you did all those things, I wouldn’t be any more proud of you than I am right now. Do you know why I’m proud of you right now?”

His son still shook his head, clearly struggling to understand what his dad was trying to teach him.

“I’m proud of you because you’re my son. You’re MY boy. That’s why I’m proud of you. And even if you do all those awesome things, I won’t be any more proud of you than I am today simply because you’re mine.”

When my friend finished his story, he looked me in the eye and let God the Father borrow his voice.

“Katie, . You’re His girl.”

I sat there for a few minutes letting his words sink in.


I filled in his son’s hopes and dreams with some of my own.

Writing a book.

Doing that for God’s kingdom.


The Father will never be more proud of me than He is right now.

And the same is true for you.

No matter how you fill in those dreams.

Getting that job.

Marrying that man.

Earning that title.

Owning that home.

Fill in your own blank with that lofty dream you’re scared to admit you even want because you’re sure you’ll never get it.

It doesn’t matter.

The Father is proud of you because you’re His girl.

You’re His.

Now and forever.

No matter what.

And He’s proud of you because of that identity—not because of any other title you wear, dream you have, or work you’re doing.

The Father is proud of you.

Always has been,

Always will be.

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God calls Katie His daughter and lets her earn a living as a writer, editor, and speaker. Her passion is to help other sons and daughters draw closer to the Father. You can find weekly encouragement at or daily on Instagram at @KatieAxelson.



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About Becky Hastings

I am emotional and logical. I am strong and dependent. I am a juxtaposition of head and heart exploring it all through writing. And in all my mixed-up ways I am loved. I'm here to tell you that you are, too. Just the way you are.

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  1. Thank you so much for hosting me, Becky!

    1. Becky Hastings

      So happy to have you and your encouraging words here Katie!

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