Author Patricia Yarbrough's Blog (6)

Missing our blessing trying to fix, what God has already fixed

The wounds are healed, we be become stagnant.

God want us to keep moving. We spend too much time, fixing ourselves on the outside, making sure your hair is done, you have on the best suit, driving the best car, that’s not what God fixed.

He fixed you on the inside. Your inside should reflect your outside without a lot of work.

There people crying wanting to know, that they too can survive, and we have failed to… Continue

When we say we walk by "Faith And Not By Sight" do we really mean that? If we saw the path that God has prepared for us, how many of would keep going?



We walk by faith, does not mean we are walking into good times and good things all the time. Sometimes bad things happen in your walk do you stop or do you keep going?



I lost my apartment, I lost my car, I lost my family, friends, I lost everything, I was down to just the clothes on my back and a bag, I kept walking, the… Continue

Being a strong mother of five beautiful children, my life was cut down on December 29th 1989 to barely living.



I watched as my nineteen year old son lie in a coma for week, and so did I. He was hooked up to a respirator barely breathing so was I?



I tried everything I could to be strong for my family.



The evening of January 5th 1990 my son died and so did a part of me.



It was the worst pain I ever felt in my life. It felt as though someone ripped my… Continue

What do I say to someone who child has been murdered?

There are no words to be said. A hug makes a big difference. If you truly know that person when you wrap your arms around them, you should be able to feel their need to be held.



Thousand of children are murdered each year one voice heard, because we all sound the same, our screams our silent, our pain is despicable.



If you know of a friend who's child was murdered learn how to be a friend, know what to say, know… Continue

I sat back for years crying my heart out not knowing the way to freedom is forgiveness. I never hated the person who murdered my son, It was something that was embedded in my heart, that was heavy, heavier than I could bare.
One day I sat in my car, to be specific the day my son was shot, was the day I forgave, the person who murdered my son.
It was one of the hardest things I had to do in my life, other than burying my son, my best friend.
I forgave a murderer.

I went from having everything to having nothing, believing one day my dream would come true.

I wanted more than anything in the world to have my book published, I felt I had something to share with the world.



I had survived after the murder of my son.



I received a contract in May 2007, by July 2007, I was homeless.



I cried I couldn't understand, I had just received a contract and now I am homeless.



I refused to give up on my dream. My family told… Continue