I’m happy I could wish him a Happy Father’s Day!
…How does a Twitter thread (almost) say it all?
Today, I extend grace, not as God but as one whom God now lives inside of.
Demons expunged, chains broken and lethal hate aside, I forgive;
70 x 7 because I have been forgiven,too.
So quick update, Chidult is growing and looking out for herself.
Chidult sees how she is being accorded respect and she gives thanks for the welcome change.
Childult honours you for the sole reason of being her progenitor and obeys you for it is right.
Chidult is grateful, more often than not, for a father who believes in her enough (read excessively) to take the world by storm, wind, and fire.
Chidult cannot believe a dozen days and more have gone by without a loose verb crippling her central nervous system or stabbing her heart.
A hedge and wall of fire around her, Jericho has forever fallen.
Chidult put a smile on his face. Though, in exchange for some sort of fatigue, still so satisfying.
Chidult thanks God for victory and snorts with laughter at the fool in Hades because how does one never learn his lesson to back off after eons of defeat?
All in all, Chidult is content and pleased with herself.
Psalm 46 vs. 5: God within her, she is forever standing.
For the umpteenth time,
Happy Father’s Day…
…and for chains broken, demons expunged and lethal hate dissipated, I sing Halleluyah!
Xx,
Tee.
