Here's Debra's story.One day she walked away from her home and her children,intending to purchase crack cocaine.She din't call it "crack." She called it "relief."

For some reason that she can only attribute to God's direction,Debra crossed the street and knocked on the door of a two-story house across from our church.That house is the home of our pastor's family.He answered the door.Debra said,"I'm so tired." He gave her a hug.

That hug was like the healing touch of Jesus. Debra cried with relief.The response she needed was not polite talk or interrogation.She needed a hug,and God used that to start her on a remarkable kingdom journey.

This story really touched me...that's what in my mind and that's what i need. Sorry Lord cos just now i went to church with such a wrong attitude,mood and everything...Sorry...God,please sent me an angel when i need that angel to help me.

Strumming away my thoughts...
the rhythm of my heart...