Thanksgiving Faith

The reason I entitled this blog " Faith Filled Days" is everyday I find myself living on faith. It is even more true since I return to my mother's home.
As a child I did not like being home. Home was filled with discourse, guns, and hate. I did all I could as a teenager to not be home. A lady in my hometown endured being labled a child molester just so I could have a few moments of peace.
This morning, Thanksgiving in the U.S., I awaken to my mother prepping her handgun. She was preparing to shoot the gun to get my brother to come over to her house. True to form my brother who did not answer his phone came running at the sound of the gunshots.
My younger cousin, for whom my mother is the guardian, had hid television blasting before 7AM. He has turned out to be rude. My mother has a way of allowing good boys to get stuck on stupid. It is in this vein that I find myself in prayer.
My prayer is in regards to my son. I am in prayer that being here at my mother's does not influence him to become stick on stupid as well. It is only the word of God to my heart prior to his birth that gives hope to me each day. I stand on faith each day that my son will rise above the influence to become a great man of influence.


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