Last night, Paul called mom. He spoke to her but not dad. When she hung up, he asked her who called. She told him. He was hurt that he didnt get to talk to his son. Feels like me and Jack.
But, then I thought – I dont or havent wanted to talk to him either. That religious spirit is obnoxious, and he frequently says things that derail me (even though they shouldnt).
But, love covers.. And, it never fails.
When I woke up this am, I decided to no longer be hurt or so easily offended.
It is time to make the choice love those around me no matter what. I am not a victim. I overwhelmingly conquer.
Praise God