I love you with eternal love but hate your flesh. Those were the words I heard in my heart one-day last week. I was oblivious to what I did to provoke such a statement. What did I do that God hated? I did not know.

Fast forward to Friday, and I was found to be the parental guardian of my 3-year-old niece and 11-year-old nephew as my mother and sister headed for a weekend getaway. If you know me; I'm a healthy recluse and need a lot of alone time. I can't remember when I went two and a half days without separation from people. I leaned on the grace of God, and I got through, and this is my story.

My niece is at the age where she is Dora the Explorer, looking for the next adventure to give her five senses something to shout about. Anything that is closed gets opened—all doors, drawers, bags, and boxes.

My nephew is developing his way, his truth, and his life. His way is what he wants. His truth is that no one understands him and is against him. His life is whatever he feels like at the moment.

Last week, I sent a newsletter stating what I do in Ministry. I spent all week with another idea to write, but when I sat down to write, something else came from my heart. I didn't know God was setting me up for encouragement and correction.

I have grown weary, dissatisfied, and disillusioned about my life. I'm not tempted to return to Egypt or live on my terms. I am not tempted to quit what I am doing. God is my life, and His will matters more to me than my life. However, my heart spoke things that should not be said to a holy God. Thoughts that exalted itself over the written word of God but never left my lips. Over the past year, I have seen God's loving kindness and soft correction, but recently, I needed a shout—a solemn rebuke.

I am not new to the Ministry. I grew up in Ministry as a child. I didn't serve the Lord nor knew Him until I was 28, but I did know the inner workings of Ministry. I got saved on Labor Day 1999; four days later, I entered Ministry on the streets of Oklahoma City doing the work of an Evangelist. The group I joined took sack lunches to the homeless throughout the camps and hidden places downtown OKC.

I want to share what I do that may be a blessing to you and those you love. I am a foundation teacher committed to helping and keeping people grounded in the Word of God. I do this through websites such as www.adultbiblestories.com, where I release videos as we read through the Holy Bible every year. Having the whole council of God before us helps you from digging a ditch to fall into.

www.danielswindow.org is a weekly devotion on how to watch and pray as Jesus commanded in the garden. We ought to be like Daniel, watch and not avoid praying unceasingly with our windows open to Heaven. Through prayer, we come to Jesus to bare a light burden and easy yoke. Through prayer, we are empowered to carry out the will of the Father. Our spirit is willing, but our flesh is too weak to carry it out unless we give ourselves to prayer as Jesus did in the garden. Prayer helps us stand rather than run like the disciples who slept.