Good Friday Morning to all of you.

I awoke to the dream of my nieces water breaking. I cant hardly wait to call her when I get back to the house later today. I have the P.T. follow-up for my knee after I drop off the kids. I have been praying for her all morning.

I have been thinking of all of you who might not be all gun ho over Christmas. Who may actually feel the pains of loneliness and hurts of all those empty Christmas pasts. When all of the hopes and expectations that were dashed. Those of you who may be hurting. Suffering in quiet desperation. I want to comfort you and hold your hearts tenderly. I wish I could offer to you a comfort an ease for the discomforts that may overtake you.
Where it seams that God forsook you and left you adrift and abandoned. Please know this... That religion does not tell us but the truth is that we are in a battle and a force is against us. We can often help it along by our choices in error but often we are set up by it. Please understand and know that it is not God who is against you. You are loved. You are longed for. He does desire you. This world chews us up and spits us out and that enemy of our hearts would to destroy the very hope that is ours and leave us as wreckage adrift and estranged.
Come Home.
The door is a heart beat away.
The father of lies has stolen, hurt targeted the very tenderest of places within your heart. Then he turns around and blames God. If you have errors just own it, apologize where needed and let go and move on into the choice there before you.
Come Home.