For 30+ years I proclaimed from the rooftops, I was not a morning person. Scratch that, let me be real. I was a morning person for the first several years of my life.
Little did I know, it would take nights out in the rain on my knees screaming to God, begging him to take the rage away and Luke 17:33 to fully understand why surrender is so important.
Have you ever not wanted to be with your children on Mother’s Day? Don’t worry; you’re not evil mother of the year if you answered yes. Mother’s day is an interesting holiday. In perspective,
I’m not going the classic route of telling you why celebrating Halloween is wrong.
From the time of birth until death at any point in life, it is like a carnival. We’re either on a ride or standing in line waiting.
There you are, a picture perfect visual of what prayer is. You’re set on your knees upright and proper. Freshly washed hands folded with your fingers intertwined together, eyes closed tight. Near identical to the framed pictures you’ve seen in the stores on sale for $15.99.