It has been almost 9 months since my dad has passed. Nine long months of darkness, pain and somedays hopelessness.
On August 1st I watched a video of a message given by Jim Cymbala called My House Will Be Called a House of Prayer. It was life changing for me. It was if God was asking me to jump, promising to catch me. Just like my daddy used to do when I was a little girl.
I jumped. Committing to an hour of prayer every morning. Most days at 6 am I get up to spend time reading my bible and praying. It has seemed so simple yet the change in my life is extraordinary. I am me again!!! Teasing with Seth, laughing, it feel so good to laugh with all of me, instead of just chuckling to be polite. I smile real smiles that reach my eyes. I feel like I am glowing with JOY. His joy. None of my own doing just an amazing gift from Him. Just because I trusted and jumped.
I have so much more to post but I will wait. This restoration deserves its own post.
