Was never a daddy's girl. I wish I had been. Perhaps if I had related to my Dad the way I now relate to my Father God, I would have been kept from a lot of life-altering experiences I had growing up... or better yet, if my Dad had related to me, his daughter, the way God relates to His children, perhaps I would have been kept from a lot of life-altering experiences I had growing up.
I mean, nothing detrimental happened, technically... praise God. But, if I had been raised in a Christian-grounded home...
I think about it at times, yet I thank God for the parents I do have and that they are still married. There are so many types of broken homes. Homes broken by divorce, separation, the spiritually dead... the list goes on. I try to stay encouraged by encouraging myself in the Lord just as David did in the book of Samuel:
1 Samuel 30:6
And David was greatly distressed; for the people spake of stoning him, because the soul of all the people was grieved, every man for his sons and for his daughters: but David encouraged himself in the LORD his God.
It's just more fuel to the fire that I have within my heart to raise my children in a spiritually on-fire for Christ home. To give them the life I'd hoped for. I thank God for that peace... the peace of knowing that the generation to come, Lord willing, will be trained up in the ways of Jesus Christ:
Proverbs 22:6
Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.
I'm glad that I was able to find Christ in 2006; the best decision I've made in my entire life. I thank God for the blood of Jesus, for the redemption of sins, and the desire to sincerely know Christ for my own self. Glory to Your name O God, thank You Holy Spirit-- who draws all men.
Glory.
Amen,
Whitney
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