Why can't life be simple? Why are our hearts so complex?
Its been a tough weekend. We're reading a book called Experiencing Father's Embrace by Jack Frost for school. Some of you can tell where I am going with this. I live in a house with three other women. Two of them had alcoholic fathers and one was adopted and had an emotionaly distant, non affectionate father. All our buttons are being pushed and issues like manipulation, control, fear of rejection, fear of man and anger are all rearing their ugly heads and exploding within our household.
God is the perfect dad. He is not the angry, punishing father that religion has made him out to be. He is the one our hearts long for. He is the one we've been created to know. He is our resting place. How do I get that revelation into the very depths of my heart?
