Daddy’s Hands
As Father’s Day approaches, I have found myself thinking a lot about my daddy. Oh, how I wish he were here.
As Father’s Day approaches, I have found myself thinking a lot about my daddy. Oh, how I wish he were here.
If you turn to God and call upon His name every morning before your feet touches the floor, He is already present in your life. You have but to acknowledge that He is to begin to feel his presence in your day.
We Americans own too much stuff. We have dishes we don’t use stacked in our cabinets, clothes we don’t wear hanging in our closets, and exercise equipment (thousands of dollars of the stuff we had every intention of using when we saw it on some late-night infomercial that promised us Hollywood Abs in just six weeks) just wasting away under our beds.
I know, that title probably makes you wonder where this column will go. Well, here it is.
Struggling with mental health does not make you less of a Christian or less of a person. Nobody is less of a person if they have any type of mental illness. Every individual, all of us, are made in God’s Image and for His good purpose. We all have a purpose.
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