#ABetterYouIsABetterMe

I  remember being a little girl— standing in a rainy cemetery in a white two-piece dress and jacket—trimmed in lime green, (as my aunt Ruth always took such care to the details of my appearance) with a white carnation flower in my tightly curled hair—watching as my mother was being placed in the ground — a voice— “I will take care of you—you will be okay.” So, I am reminded this morning that—the riches of God’s Grace are what has sustained me—He has provided for Me— protected me ALL of my life—despite everything I got wrong. The world’s ideas and mandates—have never been my source of a soul that was well. I used to sing that song to the top of my lungs, “It is well—it is well with my soul!” Not even realizing that it wasn’t—my soul was wrecked by trauma—loss—abandonment—physical-verbal abuse, and rejection—BUT—when I came to understand fully— that it is well with my Spirit — the place where that mustard seed resided-abided—that place where faith would take hold of salvation — that ...