Meat for the Hungry

  FLAG robert-linder-fcFEnjBmm14-unsplash God Most High, who is Three-in-One—Father, Son, and Holy Spirit—please deliver A m e r i c a from evil. [1]   As we who love You with all our heart, soul, mind, and strength pray, seek Your face, repent of our personal sins, and the sins of our nation, L ORD , honor Your Word—heal our hearts and then our land. [2] In just seven days, we celebrate  A m e r i c a’ s 2 5 0 th B i r t h d a y   and what a celebration it will be! But as we do, O God, give us the determination to continue working hard to take this country back from the evil that has stolen  it—seeking  to erase it and You.   Your Word tells us, “Blessed is the nation whose God is the L ORD , the people He has chosen as His own inheritance.” [3] While we understand this Psalm speaks to Israel as Your inheritance, You also established and protected A m e r i c a and its people. However, many have expelled You from their hearts just the way...

“Out of the depths I have cried to You, O Lord; Lord, hear my voice! Let Your ears be attentive to the voice of my supplications.” [1] Pain. Christopher Tydeman - www.soulfulheartblog.com Sadness. Misery. Anguish. Despair. Despondency. Complete and utter hopelessness. Sitting in the muck and mire, my fingers scrape across the four walls that now feel more like a hand-dug well than a home and I wonder, “How did I get here?” For too long I’ve gone through the motions of living a normal life and acting as if everything is okay. I’ve clung to the muddy sides trying to inch my way back up, but as each day passed, I slipped lower and lower. Then today as if out of nowhere, the bottom like a bony, shriveled hand reached up, latched onto my heel and yanked.  My grip, precarious from the beginning, broke. Arms flailing, I desperately grabbed at anything to stop my fall, but hopelessness took over. I succumbed to the inevitability of my situation and plunged headlong...