I’m a sweet southern woman from Atlanta. I grew up on the westside in a house that was directly across the street from my grandmother who gave me my first name. of Almost everyone knew each other on our street. We had the type of neighbors that if we needed a cup sugar, a cup of flour or meal or even an egg they would give it to us. Sweet neighbors are hard to find nowadays.
One night, I went to sleep when I was a little girl. I dreamed that I went into my front yard to practice how to fly. Every time that I tried to fly up to the sky, I would fall down to the ground near the stone that my father bought for me. I always knew that I could fly but somehow my father knew what I needed so that I would not get away. That’s the type of protection I enjoyed as a child when my father was here on earth.
When I think about the protection that I have when I pray. It’s soothing to know that my answer will come at the right time. I’m so grateful to God for allowing me to have a loving father in my home. He was a work-a-holic but a darn good provider. Actually, I thought we had everything until I had gotten older to see that it cost to be the boss. Now I just stay humble.
One day, my father invited me out to dinner with my stepmother. Before we started eating. I asked my father, “When am I going to find a man like him.” His response to me was that I would never find a man like him because he is one of a kind. I just smiled while watching him laugh about what I had asked him. Father daughter conversations are the best.
Have a Bodacious and Miraculous Day!
