Loved by the Father
Last week God started talking to me about something deep in my heart. It is a wound that I imagine so many of us ladies have--for lots of different reasons. It was about being loved and wanted. Not by a lover, or by a friend, but by the God of the Universe, the Heavenly Father. Just a teeny bit of background here. My parents married in their early thirties and it was a bit before I came along. They struggled in their marriage and when I was two years old, my mom and I left Colorado and returned to Kansas where her family helped her get a new start. She did a fantastic job of never saying anything derogatory to me about my dad, and since the only early memories I have of my dad are from photographs from the two visits he made to see me in Kansas, for the most part my life felt "normal" without him. We trekked an hour from Garden City to my grandparent's ranch south of Ulysses each weekend. I think it was what my mom ha...