This Sunday was something special and its not over yet. Went to see our dad since the car wreck last month. I told a few people how that evening my car died while I was talking with him that same day i rolled my car. Someone came and boosted the car while all the peace lights were lighting up and it was getting dark. I shouldve just left my car there at the cemetery. But, i believe its more than enough kind of sign! So thinking about it, dreaming about it, This morning God woke me up with the urge to get to church, with or without a car my legs need to start walking We got there a little late and honestly it was amazing to hear that old creak of the door and wooden floors, that same smell since I can remember! This was the first time being in the church ⛪ we grew up attending with our family since 2004! I shed a tear catching myself look over in that corner where our grandma Marie bird used to sit in a recliner, who was so happy everytime we made it to church. Standing in the backyard with the basketball hoop was inspiring, knowing how we grew up with both. That they go hand in hand, if you cant go to church you cant play ball, if you play ball then play for Gods team, hell always be the best coach. Today, Sunday, like every day i need to leave my signature on it with a prayer that comes from my heart ❤ thats the best i can do to keep my faith from losing that connection between the creator and I. ... To be continued...
Posted on: Sun, 05 Oct 2014 21:35:14 +0000
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