Its 1:05 am. My husband is asleep beside me. The words I heard the night before are still pounding my head. My relationship with God is full of love and passion, but it is also one where there is a heavy presence of conviction.
On Wednesday night, I was up in prayer. Right now I am a housewife with no children, so I spend my days cleaning or reading, working on some projects that I should have already accomplished, so I can afford to stay up late most nights if I want too. I’ve always been a night owl, but this particular night the clock was striking 3 am. So as I was praying “Lord, please show me how to be a better wife to Michael, I know I am a mature woman…” and that’s when He busted my lil bubble.
He said
“You are a mature…
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