On Monday morning when I was having my Quiet time, I was thanking the Lord for the blessings of the day before. My heart was full of the joy of seeing Andrew continue to follow the Lord’s leading in his life, and then my thoughts went to Alli, his wife, and our daughter. Yes, I thought about her standing beside him Sunday, tears puddling in her eyes. I remembered the pride and the awe that glowed from her expressions, but there was something far deeper that came to my heart as I prayed on Monday morning.
My heart and mind went back to Alli’s mid to late teen years. I have a clear memory of kneeling beside her bed one night, asking her to tell me the assurance of her salvation. Due to attitudes, actions and heart responses, it was obvious that she was distant from the Lord. My mother’s…
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From A Pastor's Heart 