Moses and my dad....

So my dad has struggled with praying out loud for sometime now and we talked about it the other day. He said "Cody I pray all the time to myself, but in front of a bunch of people I just get choked up" I said dad pray for God to give you words and he will...

The next night at choir he was called on to pray! AND HE DID! He called me and I was so proud! I said well how did you do? He said I think i did ok...

Yesterday in my quiet time I was lead to this scripture. Exodus 4:10-12
Here Moses pleads with the Lord, O Lord I'm just not a good speaker. I never have been, and I'm not now, even after you have spoken to me. I'm clumsy with words.
Who makes mouths? The Lord asked him. Who makes people so they speak or not speak, hear or not hear, see or not see? Is it not I, the Lord?

Then he tells Moses to go and do as he has told him. The Lord tells him I will help you speak well, and I will tell you what to say.

As followers of Christ we need to hear God's voice saying to us...You may not be able to do it on your own but I made you I know what you need and I will help you!

Moses took heed to those words and trusted in God's strength rather than focusing on what he couldn't do with his own strength.

I am proud of my dad for his outward praise in Choir practice and I know God was too!

Ab Lincoln once said without the assistance of the divine being...I can not succeed. With that assistance, I can not fail.

I HATE you so much right now!

Dear Sir,

I am a friend of your girlfriend/your wife/your daughter. I want you to know a few things...

I hate you when I see her broken. I hate you when I see her tears. I hate you when I see the person you have made her become. I hate what you do to her on the inside and out. You control her even more than you think. I hate that she works to keep your heart. Your heart is distant, cold, unreachable. She will never be good enough to make you change. I hate the bruises that cover her body because you think this makes you a man? The screams don't matter to you and your apologies don't matter to me!

It sickens me to think you have convinced her this is her fault or even worse that you have beat her down to the point she feels as though she deserves it! I hate the way you speak to her, the way you use her, the way you cheat her out of life. I hate how she smiles when you call because she doesn't realize what a punk you really are! I hate the way she won't take my help when I offer to take her far away to a place where there is love and safety!

You know what I hate the most! I hate the control you have over me!! I hate that you can feel my soul with such dark feelings! I hate that you have taken my friend! I hate that you make me cry for her that you make my heart break for her pain!

I am praying God will heal her pain. That one day she will realize I write and feel these things because I love her.

You are no man! You are a child! You are a child of God even if I think you don't deserve to be so I will even pray for you.

Cody