Over the past couple of years, I have been battling a situation that never seemed to get rectified. I prayed, I contacted people I thought could help, but the situation would appear fixed for a season and then fall apart all over again. I felt as though I was being completely overlooked and once again my kindness was being interpreted as weakness.
So this Father’s Day adjacent, I want to share my father’s heart with you, because I believe his heart directly reflects the Father’s heart.
I would rather hold onto the old rather than allowing God to bring the NEW, because sometimes new is inconvenient and uncomfortable.
But when they said, “Give us a king to lead us,” this displeased Samuel; so he prayed to the Lord.
…I had no real intention of dancing. Then, he extended his hand. We locked eyes and I knew I must rise from my seated position…
Some lessons from childhood follow you through life. In light of Mother’s Day, I thought I would take a moment to share a little wisdom from my mom.
I cried every day for a year. Behind the scenes, my life was falling apart. I was able to keep up a positive facade, but no one knew the levels of despair I experienced behind closed doors.
“You look just like your daddy!” Many of us have heard this, but I am sure our responses have varied.
