I was entering my room and as I was about to sit on the bed, I heard the Lord say write a book from the heart of daughters to their mothers!
I jumped on the assignment not truly knowing what was about to unfold from my heart or the hearts of my own daughters (6).
As my heart willed to obey, I begin to ask my own daughters to write and give me their feedback. What I received from each one was different. Some said, "Yes, mama" with a smile. One said, "No!" One was hesitant and the other thoughtfully was l like, "Uhhmmm I guess." I said, "Wait a minute, what is truly going on in the hearts of my girls?" Then it all began to unfold ... Was it a possibility that you can laugh with your mama and talk to her every day, yet have hidden issues tucked deep away in a hidden compartment of the heart?