Until today, my faith has been really lacking regarding God’s super-natural happenings. I am definitely a doubting Thomas. Because I wasn’t a witness to all that Jesus did, my logical brain could not honestly believe that any of the events occurred. Jesus performing all those miracles; dieing in order to save us; providing a Spirit to live in us. Blah, Blah, Blah…
My father was a powerful, powerful, undiagnosed, mentally unbalanced man. In fact, even to this day, I have never met a more powerful human being on this planet.
When I was a little kid he used to twirl me around by my arm like a helicopter and beat me while screaming stuff at me. I don’t remember what the stuff was he screamed at me because I was terrified I would be killed =accidentally= by getting my neck broken.
Along with many, many others, this is for my blogging buddy: Graeme
who writes posts that inspired me to write this.
A warning. This is very base. It was difficult to write; difficult to expose. But I felt led to write it and publish it because I think it’s necessary for others to understand how deeply Father-God loves us. His love for us goes deeper than we could ever, ever comprehend.
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