Breathe Again..

Nine months ago I loss my superhero.

My father, my very first love, my protector, my counselor and my number one intercessor. My personal preacher and teacher.

The pain of it is still present - not as excruciating as it used to be but I still feel it.

I wasn’t ready for that y’all.

The reason I wasn’t ready is because the Lord was doing some amazing things in our relationship. And we were both enjoying it. As a matter of fact we had planned to celebrate our milestone birthdays together last year. When the diagnosis came things started to change, as receiving news like that would.

After that we never talked about ‘the future’ again.

Today, as challenging as it can be at times - I find myself moving forward and planning for the future. Without my superhero, one of my biggest supporters, the one who loved me the way a God fearing father would, without conditions.

Before I became aware of the diagnosis I was in the midst of planning several things.

And in the blink of an eye my life took a very hard left. My superhero, one of my biggest supporters , the one who loved me unconditionally went home to be with the Lord.

As I prepare this month's conference, I’m also preparing to brace myself for the reality of not being able to celebrate with my dad for Father’s Day.

Jesus & Therapy is not a bad thing.

You can heal.

You will heal.

You will have joy.

And you will have peace.

You will be excited about the future again!

Signed,

Your sister & friend

Yolonda