Finding Father
As much as he wanted to tune out the voices he heard coming from inside the church, he could not. He knew the identity of every voice, and their words cut deep. …
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↓As much as he wanted to tune out the voices he heard coming from inside the church, he could not. He knew the identity of every voice, and their words cut deep. …
Continue reading →Have you ever had a life-defining moment? An experience that not only changes your life, but the lives of those around you? Can you remember that precise moment, when the seconds seemed to stop as you anticipated what would happen next? One of those moments in my life occurred on February 7, 1993, but before I share that with you…
Continue reading →My Father adopted me into His family when I was only a teen. I needed His love, and He was there for me. Even though I had a lot of character flaws, and even though I was insecure, He took me in—no questions asked, nothing disqualifying me from becoming part of His family. Now, I live every day to show Him my gratitude…
Continue reading →After some time, he let go of the brush. His hand was still above mine so I still felt confident. Before I knew it, his hand was on his chin while only my hand held the brush. At first I didn’t notice. Occasionally he’d hold the brush again, and I almost welcomed the difficulties that led to his hand again being poised above mine so we could paint together. …
Continue reading →God is not ashamed to be called their God. ~Hebrews 11:16b NKJV My father was fifty years old when I was born, and I was a daddy’s girl. Daddy held me on his lap when the doctor gave my vaccines with a gun-like device that left a scar the size of a dime on my upper arm. He taught me to ride my bike. He made me and my siblings homemade donuts before leaving for work as an executive chef. … Continue reading →