Sunday Music: Stryper | First Love

https://youtu.be/H6bZQdx9H3M There are so many memories associated with this band. I guess because I listened to them all the time. They were my safety net. It didn't matter what mood I was in...depressed, angry, lonely, happy...they were always there. So, it only makes since that I share another memory... It was shortly after I caught… Continue reading Sunday Music: Stryper | First Love

Sunday Music: Whitecross | You’re Mine

https://youtu.be/0uojcqQ7qlM Oh my gosh! When Whitecross' debut album came out I was stoked! They sounded like Ratt because of Scott's vocals. I had the privilege of seeing them live when they opened for Steve Taylor in Dallas. They rocked the place I tell you. The anthem Because of Jesus just floored me live more so… Continue reading Sunday Music: Whitecross | You’re Mine

My Story About Porn Addiction

This is a testimony from a dear sister in Christ. Names are not mentioned in here, as to not hurt family members. I remember the first time I ever saw a playgirl/boy magazine. I was horrified. You see, I was molested when I was around 9 years old by this guy my Aunt was dating. I… Continue reading My Story About Porn Addiction

A Father’s Prayer For His Daughter

The journey into fatherhood is a unique experience. One that I was truly not prepared for yet one I treasure and do not take lightly. A journey that is also very scary but oh so rewarding. Today, I had the privilege of spending time with Erin, my little blue-eyed angel. Well, she is not so… Continue reading A Father’s Prayer For His Daughter

You’re Missing Everything

This brought tears to my eyes. There ARE so many dads out there who are MISSING EVERYTHING.

It is time for change men! It is time for all of us to take on our role as men, husbands and daddy with a passion that can not be quenched by the stressors of life. Yeah, it’s hard but so worth every moment.

Three Boys and a Mom

To the father of my children, a stranger in familiar skin,

I’m not mad at you. I’m sad for you.

You’re missing everything.

I looked at you as I dropped my heart into your apartment this past Friday, the first one you’d had the boys for in over a month, and once again was reminded of your reality. I saw the emptiness in your eyes. The same emptiness I always saw. The same emptiness I tried to fill with me. With my love. With your sons. 

I heard the rasp in your voice that came from smoking too many cigarettes the night before. I knew you slept all day long because you were too sick to move. I understood you felt like death and I knew you weren’t going to be able to follow through with your obligation to our sons.

I smelled your hangover. And I remembered seeing you like this every…

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