Who You are to God

What if I told you that you are the apple of my eye? What if I told you that I … More

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To The Rock That is Higher Than I

So here I am, Rock that is higher than I. Here I am, waiting for You, looking up to You, to reach me in the place where only You can.  Here I sit waiting for You to revive me in the way that only You can. I long for You and Your Divine Presence that makes me whole again. I wait for You and only You, Rock that is higher than I. Don’t keep me waiting any longer, for I am weak. I am parched.

He Who Washes My Soul

I love you! My mouth will boast and tell of You. I praise You! I always long for Your presence and Your voice. I yearn to be in that place where my heart, my soul, my mind and spirit are totally surrendered to You. A place in the depths of my being, where no one else, and nothing else, can reach, only You. You have blessed me beyond my imagination. You have brought me through treacherous paths, slippery slopes, fear, abuse, violation, refreshed and revived me, and given me the power to stand tall. You give of Yourself endlessly; You love me relentlessly, never giving up on me, always reminding me of my worth.

Using Our Greatness and Power to Show Kindness

Immigrants come to the United States out of the necessity to escape grave danger, hunger and persecution. It is by far one of the most humiliating, belittling and degrading experiences one can undergo. Immigrants don’t come here to purposely abuse the American system and way of life. Men, women and children have come to this country because the alternative is death.  If you were faced with a decision to either come to America or to stay and have your daughter gang raped by militia, your son taken as a child soldier, your wife or husband mutilated and tortured to death, or to watch your malnourished baby slowly die, would you not risk everything you had, to find a safe haven for them? If that safe haven is America, would you not bring them here?