I come to church today full of scars. I remember the years in church screaming and begging for a breakthru. Instead, life was full of challenges and false starts. I never understood the journey I needed to take but I was strong in my faith (even when life told me I am crazy).

Today, I sit here in church with my breakthru. You would think after waiting for all these years, i would be “over the moon”. The thing is, I feel the same. My love for God is still the same, my trust in God remains. The only difference is I have more scars and more stories to share about how God provided in the end.

Have a great weekend my brothers and sisters in Christ. PJSLB