When my father turned me over to our Father

How I faced down the threat of poverty

My Father Sat at my kitchen table, and as he spoke, a tear ran down his cheek. "If I help you now, I will not be helping you at all," he said. I was in dire straits. And I was scared. I was a young mother, whose husband had recently left. How would I support myself and my two children?

Yet, as I looked at my father, I felt his deep love. He was turning me over to our Father-Mother, God. Rather than just lean on a human parent, I needed to learn that I was tenderly cared for by divine Love. And I knew by the tears in his eyes that releasing me, even to God, was hard for him to do.

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