…whatever achievement and pride I had hoped would fill the emptiness I felt inside me ended up being cracked cisterns that the bible spoke about in Jeremiah. Until that night – ten years ago – in my room.

Tonight, I am grateful for the Holy Spirit. He is the gentle, still, small voice that guides me on a clear path, the unequivocal expression of Christ’s benevolence towards me, the embodiment of God’s love for me, the light within that leads me directly to Jesus’ heart and intentions.
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A melody of unity, rising above the broken strings of Kora
A symphony of togetherness, showing the true power in our connection
It is the echo of peace when the conflict is done
…whatever achievement and pride I had hoped would fill the emptiness I felt inside me ended up being cracked cisterns that the bible spoke about in Jeremiah. Until that night – ten years ago – in my room.
It was the night I had an encounter with God and one I would never forget. It changed my life forever; I like to call that day my “Mount Horeb”. It was one of those moments I cried to God in desperation for an infilling, something, anything at all, that would deal with the emptiness I felt inside. I had […]