20 years ago today, my daddy went home to the Lord. He was only 46 years old. I never imagined my daddy leaving me on earth so soon. It was hard. It was traumatic. I spent many days, years with random outbursts of crying and panic attacks. I struggled with depression and did many things to help me cope with life. Some things gave me temporary relief but nothing ever gave me true peace.
Today, I dance. I don’t even know what I’m doing most of the time but I can hear this gentle voice speaking over me and moving me in a dance with Him. I feel His heart beat and His incredible love fill every fiber of my being. I can’t help but respond to His love. It doesn’t matter that my moves are not perfect. The only thing that matters is I’m in communion with my ABBA Father. He has been the source of my strength. He is my Healer. He is my Hope. He is my Comforter. He is my Counselor. He is my Peace.
Step out of your comfort zone and into His loving arms. 💖
