When I hear that growing up in poverty means you do not have hope, that is a bold faced lie of the enemy. I grew up below the poverty line and accepted my lot in life but I also grew up in love beyond measure. I found my hope in Jesus. When I fell in love with Him and accepted Him I had nothing but hope and viewed the world through a new heart. It is only when I strayed in shame is when hope became less obvious but it was always there, never lost. Jesus knows I am willing to give up my lot in heaven for that one person because that one person means the world to Him. He died for all of us and loves all of us. It is putting His teachings into practice. I did imagine what would Jesus do growing up and that practice became a way of life. Simply put to love all. I am no better than the person to the right or the person to the left I am who I am and Jesus loves me for that in all my imperfections. Be willing, be hopeful be all consuming love so that when you walk down the street the darkness runs to hide but we know that darkness cannot hide in the light. Amen.
My three sons, my heart, my joy.
Everything you are brings my heart to its knees
My love passed down from my heart to yours
There is nothing in this world that can destroy my hopes, my dreams, my love for you
In God’s hands and care find rest
When this world doesn’t make sense remember you are all my understanding of love.
It’s a love sent from above the greatest
People of all nations are given a chance to be God’s chosen people. The ways of the world leads nations to tumble and fall. Our heritage and values beat in the hearts of the indigenous people who will never give up our way of life. The men provide sustenance through hunting and the women raise her children in endless love and teaching of how to survive when food can not be caught. We turn to Jesus to heal that what was stolen. An identity in the handprint of God. Appreciating the land and the creatures who dwell upon it. Helping our elders and our children who cannot fend for themselves. A proud people who’s pride is not one of viscous cycles who seek to destroy the earth. We are the healers of the world because our ancestors taught us how to protect our land and values. Those are built on foundations of love. My soul awakens when the stick hits the drums and my heart pours out love when I see our young ones dance to the beats of our native tongue. I cannot grasp the beauty of our creator but I see what I see and I’m filled with wonderment. The heartbeat of my ancestors lives on through me. I could walk into the woods alone and flourish only because I was taught to do so by my mother. My respect for the land and our elders is never ending because it is every breath I take in humble gratitude for the struggles of those who went on before us. Without a shadow of a doubt our people know the one true God, who’s son is Jesus and the Trinity through the Holy Spirit. I am who I am because of my lineage and the scars of the past are ripped opened as to heal to cause the winds of change for our future generations. My people, our people, God’s people this is our destiny to stand in unison in love because that is who we are. Rise. Awake. The soul being inside of us is all consuming love when we accept Jesus into our hearts. A love that knows no bounds, accepts all creeds and nations and upholds our beliefs and respect for all.