God's hand
Growing up without being able to trust men was hard, I could never rest nor let my guard down. After the fights and arguments I had with my stepdad over the years we eventually stopped talking to each other, avoiding us and not even looking at each other.
When I came back from Miami, I was decided to change things, start fresh and make everything better again. It wasn't as awkward as I thought it would be, in fact it was very smooth.
I decided to not hold any more grudges and forgive him, let go of the past, give him a second chance. I could tell it meant a lot to him, he was smiling all the time and checking on me. Always asking if I was hungry and if I needed anything. He started me calling me son, and after a while I called him Dad. At my home everything was better, the dynamics and the way we worked as a family improved a lot. Holding on to the past hurts more and does far more damage than the thing we are afraid of happening if we let go.
My wish for my mom is to be happy, to be loved and respected. Just like God's wish for every woman is. After all they are the ones who sealed the whole creation, don't they deserve love?
My walk with Jesus is filled up and downs, but one thing is consistent, one thing remains, and one thing never changes, his love. Although the battle feels long and hard, although my feet may fail, although my mind and body may betray my spirit, his promises stand. "They that wait on the lord...shall renew their strength"
God's hand is everywhere, in everything.
Lord help us see what you're doing around us, help us regain our sight. Let us not walk by sight but at all times trust you and what you promised. Father, keep us safe...at arm's lenght. Open up our hearts, humble us and teach us how to be more like you and less like ourselves. Amen.
