A day to remember.

"When we are strong, we cant find God's love, mostly b/c were not looking. When we are weak is when God's love finds us." For years i lived under the reality of love being a reward. If I abandoned my normal shape to cram myself into the box of my dads expectations, I was loved. Though this reality provided little room for authentic relationship between my dad and I, its how we lived everyday until today. I woke up this morning to my dad eating a nectarine and drinking coffee on my futon in my living room. He had travelled down for the day just to express himself to me face to face. He told me he was sorry for never truly accepting who i was outside of his box. He told me i was free to be who I am, and that he understood my need for his love, but wouldnt allow me to strive to please him anymore for it- he would give it freely. He washed my feet, then wiped my tears. He showed me the value of weakness. He showed me the heart of God. He broke generation oppressions, and he opened a door and stepped into a new room. From this room, not just my heart, or my family will be affected, but the world will be changed. My dad is an international business man, a highly respected and influencial person in the lives of some of the voices of the world...and now...he's learning how to truly love, and love changes everything and everyone it touches. God cares for us and for the people around us far too much to let us go on in the vain strength we've aquired from the world. Our only hope is what my dad has discovered---weakness.