I have to start this post by saying that I feel so incredibly blessed to be part of such an amazing church. Blake and I have been members of Cross Timbers Community Church for almost 4 years now and our lives have been forever changed by what is happening there. Yesterday I was reminded yet again how blessed we are to call Cross Timbers home. Every weekend, Blake and I drop Tyler off at CT Kids and are able to go and enjoy worship without distraction. I have always known that Tyler was being loved on and learning about Jesus, but I had no idea just how incredible our kids department is. I was able to sneak in to the back of Tyler's classroom this week and watch about 25 little ones singing and dancing and having a blast with their teachers. I was blown away by the group of people working in Tyler's class. It was obvious that the passion of their heart is to teach and train these kids in the way of the Lord. Afte rI picked Tyler up, I asked him about the songs he sang and about what he had done at church. His response, "I was just praisin' Jesus!!" He had the biggest grin on his face and it was apparent that he loved every minute of it. I had to fight back tears to share in his excitement. How awesome that thanks to some amazing people in CT Kids, our son is already pumped about praising God!!
The day that I made the decision to sit down and begin my moral inventory, will forever be etched into my heart. It was a cold and dreary winter day, much like the state of my spirit. In all honesty, I was DREADING the task at hand. Who in their right mind would want to make an account of every painful memory from the past as well as every sin committed against others?!?! As I sat down at a Starbucks with my favorite flavored coffee beverage in hand, I began praying Psalm 129:23, “Examine me, O God, and know my mind; test me, and discover…if there is any evil in me and guide me in the everlasting way.” I knew that there was pain from my childhood buried so deep that only He would have the power to bring to the surfaces. For so long, I had masked and/or stuffed the wounds in my life, rather than allowing Him to heal them. Within minutes of my prayer, the memories came pouring down like the rain I could hear outside. Just a little side-note, if you ever decide to take a painful j...
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