
Amazing Race...68...business ventures...none of that matters when compared to the work I see happening in my dad's heart. (Pop, I'm so proud of you.) 30 years apart via the divide of divorce, yet God is bringing us closer, writing a new chapter in our lives and in my brother's. (I'm praying for you, bro. No fair on the Infiniti.) Maybe if I let my hair grow like Samson's, God will show himself strong and bring about a total healing in our family. Wouldn't that be amazing? Of course if I do,
I really will start looking like a vampire.
My dad's really grown over the past several years, and it all began at a Billy Graham crusade in the heart of Indianapolis. I am so honored that I was there to see it. Now he's praying for me. Oh, how I love God.
On the other hand, it's been a rough couple of weeks for me. I've been fooling myself into believing that I'm fine this time of year. All it took was a simple question from my mom about logistics over Christmas Eve to make me realize that the pain is still there................
Then I read
Psalm 23. And as always, God brought me back to life. I could actually see myself walking in the grass beside a meandering brook with the peace that only God can bring. Jeseca was right; "God's word is life. It's physical life, and we can't get away from it. I can't live without it."