A father is the protector of his child but what happens when a child is denied of her father’s love and everything he is supposed to offer?
Gospel singer, Sola Allyson speaks on how her father failed her and how she found the love of God.
I did not enjoy an earthly Father’s love. I was denied of his total attention and provision. When the bullies of life threw their jabs, I fought alone, tooth and nail, with none to guide and guard me. I soiled my hands repeatedly.
The ones I looked up to for mentorship were not sensitive enough to see that beauty laid beneath my odd mien and ways. I was judged by what was seen of me. Transfer of grace was even out of the picture. Friends failed me… I broke. I was broken. I was angry. I was bitter. I was alone. Loveless.
BUT something happened! My attention was drawn to “something” that had been there but I wasn’t really into. True love! I discovered true love! Of The Father! The Father! The One Whose love is sure and can never fail.
It was difficult for me at the beginning to trust HIM, because the ones I could see and first trusted failed me; so how should I give my heart again? I became “strong” and wouldn’t give my heart again! And to “someone” I cannot see?
Well, I am a factual person, so I told HIM so! I let HIM know I was afraid to lean on “anyone” again! And, in HIS kindness, although in a stern way, HE held my hand in the journey. My soul became lighted! I got help! HE taught me to trust HIM.
Long journey. Bends. Corners. Ups and downs. But steady. Strict but Sure. HE brings people my way to serve purposes and fill the spaces! Oh, I so honor those very few people because I know they are sent to me!
I am still learning to trust HIM the more. This flesh and mind, hen?
But, with HIM I am SURE. I trust HIM with my heart, and my life, my whole being.
And, oh, it’s turning out beautifully! The beauty beneath is unfolding. The trash is gone almost. The dirt is wiped off. The broken pieces are mended, whole again! I am free! Loosed!
Are you like I was? Are you like that right now? Come! Wa wole! Beautiful things you never could imagine would unfold before your own very eyes! Not the fleeting feeling of a jar of clay!