What if I told you that you are the apple of my eye? What if I told you that I … More
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.
Feeling lost and confused? Feeling down and out, wondering what’s next, wondering what’s left? Where to go, what to do, … More
Tired soul, exhausted spirit, stop! Breathe! Take a very deep breath! Pause and think for a moment! Think! There is another … More
Be careful who you look up to. Be careful who and what you soak in. Be careful who or what … More
Who, or what do you look up to for solace? Who, or what gives you genuine and lasting healing balm … More
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.
There are those who will look down on you. There are those who want you to be small. There … More
Rather than giving up on myself, I gave God a chance with my soul, mind and spirit, instead of depending on myself or human hands and hearts that could not comprehend my pain, and failed me. In the process I discovered that there really is a part of me that only God can reach.
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?