Heart Of The Father, Part 2

This is not going to be the deepest post you ever read.

I had dinner over with my son at his home with my ex-wife.  I got up and cleared the dishes and started to wash them.

Yes. I wash dishes for my ex-wife.

I sat there at the sink and I prayed a simple prayer, “Father, how do I show my ex-wife, my son and all others Your Heart?”.  God responds, “Look at what you are doing.  I know your heart so keep serving.  You keep serving because I am your strength.  You keep loving others because I love you.”

My response to God, “Done.  Let us get to work.”

4 Comments so far

  1. Melissa on March 10th, 2008

    That is incredible… I’m trying to imagine either one of my parents doing that for each other, and I can’t. God is so cool, and I’m so glad that he’s the source of your strength. We really serve an awesome God.

  2. Joe Louthan on March 10th, 2008

    Sometimes I get caught up in my own world that I forget that some other divorced people don’t have the same relationship that me and my ex-wife has.

    I know a lot of people (across the board) who hang on to bitterness, resentment and anger as it was their life source. Sometimes, they don’t want to be saved because their strength and protection comes from that hurt.

    I know because I used to be that person.

    What if you can be truly healed from your hurt and wounds and be strengthened, protected and overfilled with joy beyond anything you can imagine?

    That is what our God can do. All you go to do is let Him do His work. Call on His name.

    He is the only One who delivers.
    He is the only One who heals.
    He is the only One who protects.
    He is the only One who provides.

  3. Shelley on March 10th, 2008

    Happy Monday Joe,

    Love that post Joe. I was going to post my comment but decided to send it to you by email. It might get filtered so check your junk mail.

    blessings,
    Shelley

  4. Joe Louthan on March 10th, 2008

    @Shelley: I did get your email and responded. Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart.

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