Don’t Run From This! God Is Using This Season for Your Breakthrough
This is not the end. Don’t run from it. Don’t hide from it. Don’t duck from it. Don’t dodge from it. Don’t run trying to get away from it because you are not being buried. You are being planted. So, I was building my church, the church of my dreams, the church beyond my dreams, the church that I never thought I would ever get to build.
the church that was valued out at millions and millions of dollars that I didn’t have, but I had the faith to believe that God did. And it was going up and it was happening. And I was seeing it right before my eyes. And it was like then at the Red Sea when Moses stretched forth his rod and and the bills parted and the contractors got paid and the building was erected and it was standing there and the only bad thing about it amidst all of the pews and the colors and the and the picking out of the architect’s designs and going through proofs and
looking at materials and concepts. The only bad thing about it is while the church was going up, my mother was going down. And you have to have taken care of somebody with Alzheimer’s to know that they go away in layers. It’s not like a car wreck and they go all at once. It’s not like a heart attack and you find them and they’re gone. No, no, no, no.
She died a little bit every day. And every day they were bringing me reports about what materials came in and the pews are going to come in on Saturday and the carpet is coming in. And at the same time, the doctor was saying she’s getting worse and she had lost the ability to remember to swallow and holding food in her mouth. And I would come home from preaching and ministering and and have to stick my finger in her mouth and remove her food and take care of her.
And all kinds of articles were being written about the smart church and what was going on. And they were talking about what was going right. And they never saw what was going wrong. They saw the wine and I saw the crushing. Wow. I really saw the crushing. You see, my mother was not just my mother. She was my best friend.
She was my secret keeper and my confidant. And I knew everything about her. And she knew everything about me. And losing her was like losing me in pieces because we were almost the same person. Even through Alzheimer’s, we could still continue to communicate. And when she lost her ability to speak English and started speaking gibberish, when I would walk into the room, she’d look at me and say, “Hi, baby.
