Wrapped in His Arms

Most children look to their daddies to be their helpers: to fix everything for them when they're too little to do it themselves. "My toy is broken, daddy. Can you fix it for me?" a child says with pleading eyes.

My story is a little different. I had a broken heart that couldn't be easily fixed with tape or new batteries. I would have given anything for a dad who wanted to spend time with me when I was little. I used to be so sad when a movie would show a little girl climbing up in her daddy's lap because that was something I never experienced.

I never felt safe around my daddy growing up. He was tall and had a booming voice that made me jump when he entered the room. I couldn't just go up to him and say, "Daddy, I need a hug," because he was often too busy doing his own thing. After a while, I just quit waiting for him to play with me because the sting of rejection was too much for my little heart to take.

When I came to Gateway Believers Fellowship, I was just a young girl still trying to get used to my parents’ divorce. I remember hearing sermons about the Father's love. It was unlike anything I'd ever heard of before. Apostle David would explain that God loves each one of us unconditionally. I desperately wanted to believe that, but I had been so disappointed many times before in my life, and I needed help believing even that. Thank God that Holy Ghost is my helper! As I learned to pray in tongues for my own growth and edification, my Helper showed up to fix my broken heart.

After being able to grasp that God really wanted a relationship with me, scars and all, I began to let Holy Ghost heal my heart little by little. It started with praying in tongues and meditating on the words of the songs each time we worshipped in church.  I would find myself humming the words during the week when I was alone. Holy Ghost would take those words and help me see how they applied to ME personally.

It wasn’t always easy, but over time, Holy Ghost helped me see that it didn't matter if my daddy ever told me that he loved me or not. God’s love became real to me, and I knew that HE cared for me. Through surgeries, falls, and awards ceremonies at school, Holy Ghost has helped me get through it all, letting me know and experience His love. He was there to help me let down the walls that I put up to keep others out, and through that I began to experience God’s love through those around me as well. I have found that I don’t have to do anything to impress God; I don’t have to be perfect. He just loves me for me. How awesome is that?!

You may think that you are too broken, too messed up, or too shameful for God to ever love you. That's not the case, my friend. Once I let Holy Ghost help me experience God’s love, my life has never been the same. As I fully submitted to God, trusting Him to be the father I never had, He has given me an unspeakable peace concerning my daddy. God’s Holy Spirit has helped mend that void in my life, and He can do the same for you.

I dare you to believe Holy Ghost to be your Helper. He is all that you need! See what happens!

Making my Mark: Never Too Late

Some say you can't make your mark when your older

You've waited too late to do anything worthwhile 
Why even try?
The world is moving at a rapid pace, people will give you the cold shoulder


Don't listen to them
Turn away from their shouts of doubt
You can make a difference
One word is all it takes


Give it a try
An act of kindness
A word of encouragement to let someone know you care
Is enough to pull them from the pit of despair


It's never too late to make a change
Even if you're old and gray
Just make a choice to get beyond your comfort zone
Great things can happen when you venture into the unknown!

Page by Page

I've been busy working on my novel for my creative writing class.  I have thirteen pages as of right now. I've committed to having at least thirty pages done by December. One thing I have learned is that it sure is tough writing from the perspective of mother, especially since I'm not one. Tears threatened to spill over onto the keyboard this morning as I finished up the fourth chapter.  So, I'm taking a break for a few days and look at it again with fresh eyes.

I have so much that I want to say that I'm afraid it's going to end up being well over thirty pages, but I guess that's why they call it an ongoing project .I plan on continuing even after this course is done because the characters and situation mean something to me. I don't want to just tell a story. I want to tell it well. What's your favorite kind of novel? Is it suspense? A thriller? A romance?  Tell me in the comments!

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Sweet Skylie

I had a tiny visitor on Tuesday.  A seven pound visitor named Skylie to be exact.  She's my neighbor who was born at 25 weeks weighing a mere 1 lb, 2 oz at birth.

After a few months in the NICU, she's doing well at home on oxygen thanks to the prayers of many people who continue to pray for her and her family who have been through other very trying struggles.

She was right at home in my arm, gradually dozing off to dream land.  With each flutter of her eyelashes and movement of her tiny hands, I was reminded again at what a miracle life is.  I guess good things really do come in small packages!

Alone and Frustrated

As I was going into class on Friday, I noticed someone leaning against the wall. Getting closer to the door, he briefly glanced up in the midst of his frustration.  I wanted to speak to him, but I had to get to class.  I couldn't help but wonder what made him get off by himself in a corner.

I looked back and noticed he had resumed the same position as before, leaning into the wall with his head in his hands.  I wondered how many other people had passed him by without a second thought?  His face still lingers in my mind today, void of all hope.  That's not a good place to be, my friends.

How many of us have been in that same situation?  Feeling miserable about life and the world in general.  How many have rushed by someone in need, not bothering to care?  I know the power of words.  They have the power to heal.  Even a smile can make a world of difference for someone.

I don't know if that guy has a relationship with God.  I don't even know if he has anyone in his life to encourage him and tell him things will get better, even if it doesn't seem that way right now.  I'm so thankful that I'm surrounded by people who love me enough to encourage me on the hard days and not turn a blind eye.

Find someone to encourage today.  I guarantee you'll find someone if you take the time.


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Busy as a Bee

Hey, everyone.  I wanted to offer an explanation as to why I haven't blogged.  I have been SWAMPED with school work and other things that require my time and energy. One of those things is the beginning of a novel for my creative writing class.  It's coming along page by page. I've also been in a significant amount of pain these past few weeks, but I'm trudging along.

I'm having some issues with my wheelchair cushion, so be in agreement with me that the problem will be resolved quickly.

Hope everyone is having a good week!  Tomorrow is Friday! :)