I Do Indeed Have A Father

I was reading yesterday about how God did not even call His angels friends But as for us He calls us His friends. What a thought. Pretty neat so I thought I would share it and hope it encourages you.

I have not been feeling real well lately, this is so cute I can not resist writing about it. Today I told the kids I live with I was gonna go take a nap. Well I get in here and here comes our Audrey Rose with a book and said I am gonna tuck you in. She read two books to me, one was " Let's Go Visiting" and then she sang the "The Lady With A Alligator Purse". You think that is sweet, well grand finale is that she literally tucked my blanket in around me. It was so sweet and cute.

It's like every day thanking God that He is able to save us from our wretchedness. There has been some changes since the last time I posted. One I live with Tehom, Beth and Benayah along with their children. I share the bedroom with Audrey Rose, which is a sweet experience, she always asks me when I am going to bed. She is a delight to be with. Enjoying the other children as well. And the adults too of course. Another change is that I work at our store. I look forward to seeing you there. I get to work mostly with Ruth which has been learning and delightful. Ruth is a very delightful young lady who I look forward to our relationship growing. In which she planted some seeds in those big pots in front of the store which I am very much looking forward to seeing them grow too. This is all for now.

Getting ready for a passage is not always for the ones having a passage it is for all involved, amazing. Let's see. I was thinking and writing today about one of our themes for the passage . I was thinking about all the different kinds of pain I have had in my life. I started thinking how gifts came from these pains.When repented of and given to Our Father. The pain of sin is the gift of repentance and restoration. The pain of self inflicting is the gift of learning. The pain of loss gives us the gift of compassion and comfort for others. The pain of pride gives us the gift of humility and humbleness. The pain of hatefulness gives us the gift of love. The pain of immorality gives us the gift of a chaste desire. The pain of of unforgiveness gives us the gift of forgiving others. The pain of self gives us the gift of seeking and trusting our brothers and sisters and not ourself. The pain of accusation gives us the gift of being truthful. The p...

Something new. I have put my application in two places so far. One at the Nursing Home for CNA classes and training. Two at Walmart for cashier and or greeter. It is a little scary, at the same time exciting. So we will see what happens. This is it for now.

This morning I sat over with Leona . I wished I would have wrote down then how it made me think and feel. Maybe it was just my emotions I don't know but I sat there and had this picture of being poured into and in return pouring it out into others, but I mean I have read that before but it never struck me the way it struck me today.The thought of that at that moment I felt my chest was gonna pop out of me and tears rolled out of my eyes, feeling as thou it was so real that I was one of His vessels. And the compassion for Leona was so sweet. I saw My Father's face. I don't know if this makes sense or not . His Love for us is indeed so incredible. And now the thought of a dear friend who said that if you wake up in the morning and you are breathing Our Father has something for you to do. I am learning that. That is all for now.

You will understand the title shortly. Just remember I am not a writer, so bare with me. I must start with an outing us single ladies took our dear friend Simchah out to enjoy her before she gets married. She is honored greatly for many who she touches. Well after everybody gives her their blessings, she in return labored and not feeling all the way well, blessed each one of us ( about 16 or 18) with a necklace, pouring out her heart on why she picked out the particular one for each one of us,who are we in Christ. It meant so much. Dry eyes did not exist as far as I could tell. I mean we don't just believe in what happened on the cross, but He is real in changing us and showing who we are in Him, so we can be a service to Him. Little by little layers of the hurts, pains and desires unfold, but for who? Not just for me to be free, but to give back what He gives us, by giving to those who may need the same. That we may be free to hear and obey what He has for us. Here it is, al...