It’s Easter Sunday morning. A beautiful, beautiful day at that. I woke up a little extra early in the excitement of what today represents. Little did I know that Satan would be attacking me extra hard today. I made my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth before showering when I realized I had no water. I have a well pump and I knew it had not been cold enough for a freeze so my first thought was to call Howard, my bonus dad, for his insight in troubleshooting the problem. But I couldn’t do that now. The Lord called him home just over two weeks ago. I had accepted the loss of not having him with us… or so I thought. At that moment it hit me really hard. I will never see him again. I will never hear his voice again. I will never touch him again. I will never laugh with him again. Now, I was really beginning to grieve. I became angry and felt my blood pressure rising. I was angry because Satan was trying to destroy this day for me. I paced the floors of my house. Out of anger I got d
"Don't believe everything you hear and half of what you see". This has been said too many times from the same people that actually believe everything they hear and see. My life is an open book. You want to know something, ask me and I will tell you. It may surprise you ..... or, it may not.