I've been having a lot of conversations about love and relationships lately, some in therapy with clients, some with friends, and some with the Father. I realized that over the past 12 years I've had to relearn everything I thought I knew about love. It really started when my dad passed away, and the Lord whispered John 15:13 (Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends.), in my spirit, letting me know that his death was a necessity because of His love for certain other members of our family. To clarify, let me provide a little context. My Father was the glue that held his family together, and what God showed me was that some of them wouldn't surrender while he was here, holding everyone and everything together. The second incident happened when I told my family that I was moving to Florida, and my granny broke down. She went into a fit of righteous anger, pleading, crying, and telling me that God didn't tell...
February 6th marked 10 years in Daytona Beach. I could say a lot about what's happened over these last ten years, but I'll save that for the book I'm writing. What I will say is this: when God tells you to go, you pack your things and GO! Moving was one of the hardest things I ever had to do, but the best act of obedience and decision I've ever made. In the past 10 years, I've made some beautiful friends who became my second family, and worked with incredible families in the community. written books, been on TV, Podcasts, and in the newspaper, won an award for my work, helped plant a ministry, started a singles ministry, and even opened my own practice. Why does all that matter? Before I moved, I was praying, and nobody knew what I was praying about. I spoke with a friend for the first time in about two years, and she prophesied, telling me what the Lord was showing her about my life and my relocation to Florida. She told me in a nutshell...