Day 7 of My Redemption Journey: Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.

My father passed away three years ago today, from cancer. As I mourned him, I sent my youngest brother a text message wishing him a happy born day. Do you recognize the full picture of this day?

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This morning the heaviness tried to raise its ugly head again. Unlike yesterday, I rebuked that spirit with extreme prejudice and cried out, “not today. I have the mind of Christ and all things are working together for my good today.” And I proceeded to rise, confess joy, and go about my morning.

I wanted to make oatmeal, but I did not feel like cooking, so I ate a bowl of cereal, with unsweetened almond milk – WHY??? I took a bowl of that raw a—salad for lunch and I made some fresh dressing, which turned out surprisingly good. I ate as much of the salad as I could, the cayenne pepper was giving me hot flashes.

I ate as much of the salad as I could, the cayenne pepper was giving me hot flashes.

I incorporated some Cindy Trimm in my meditation time this morning. That spirit of heaviness kept trying to creep in, it was a battle this morning. I still need some answers on some projects that I must finalize and be done with. 

I rounded the evening with a what’s app video meeting with the family, where we celebrated my Dad and brother. I love that crazy bunch. 

Cutting it short today. I need some me time. Feels like I have been on this journey for 40 days and 40 nights. Peace!!