A lot of people celebrated this week. If you’ve been online, you’ve seen rainbow colors everywhere.
Yesterday I celebrated the first Father’s Day since my dad passed away on September 11, 2014.
I say celebrated, because that’s what I chose to do. Honestly, it was hard. I would have rather curled up in bed with a book (or three) all day and avoided it. But since I have another father to honor—the man who has devoted so much love and care over the years to our now-adult kids—I wanted to make it special for him. He deserves it.
I wish I could be someone else. Why do I hate myself so much?
Though never verbalized, those thoughts tromped through my head often, especially at the beginning of 2014.
I had no idea that God looked at me as a priceless treasure. Despite reading Bible verses to the contrary for most of my life, I always thought they applied to someone else and not me.
“You are going to lead millions of people to the Promised Land after you free them from slavery. You’ll drive out all the people in the land flowing with milk and honey, and dwell there, away from the oppression of Pharaoh and the Egyptians.”
Can you imagine? Put yourself in Moses’ shoes. The world’s prominent leader of the time not only knows you personally, but he wants you dead.