August 22, 2020 almost four months since the passing of my dad. With Covid-19 I was finally allowed to gather with a few family members for my dad’s funeral. One week after his funeral I went to clean up all his belongings and it broke my heart. To think what’s your treasure in life, when you die it becomes garbage to others. My dad had a lot of things to get the rid of, and as I was almost three quarters of the way cleaning up his belongs, just as I reached the bedroom door mopping I saw in my peripheral vision my dad sitting on the bed. I stop what I was doing and ran to the front of the house it tears. I heard a voice saying,” don’t be afraid” I said I’m not afraid, I wasn’t ready, yet.”

An epiphany hit me as much as I love my dad, like my heavenly Father I have to be prepared and will to meet Him. He’s watching over me and as long as I am in this world, in this body (flesh) it’s hard for me to see and connect with the spirit. It take the Holy spirit to fall on me to not be fearful, but ready to except the presence of the spirit by being always ready, without preparation.

Lord, I alway want to be read to be in your presence, without fears or doubts. I welcome the Holy spirit to fill me till your will be done in and through me. Amen!