My New King

I've been rescued from the Kingdom of Darkness
I now pledge my allegiance to a new King.
A Righteous, Holy, perfect and loving King
A King that brings only good
A King that is generous and kind.

The old king was a tyrant.

The old king hated me
The old king lorded his power over me
oppressed me
belittled me
and used fear to keep me submissive and weak.
He does this to all of his citizens.
He is a liar.
He made big and bold promises in order to trap me, but once I surrendered myself to him, he immediately accused me,
bringing guilt and shame.
His rules brings hopelessness and despair.
It is a life that is no life.

It is death.

His citizens are the walking dead.
Empty
Lifeless
hopeless
pressed down under the extreme weight of his tyrannical rule.

But I've been set free!

And My new King loves me!
I'm free!

I've been given life that is full
complete
satisfying
I've been given hope that does not disappoint.
I've been given love that is free,
flowing
and abundant.

I've been given  power--
an All-surpassing power
to rule with the King.

I've been given an extravagent supply of gifts with the promise of more,
with NO END in sight.
His gifts are FAR BEYOND my capacity to imagine or understand

He gives and gives and gives.

Every word that comes out of His mouth is true.
I know I've said it before, but I'll say it again
He loves me,
And He is my friend.
I trust this King,
and I gladly and willingly give my life to serve Him.
For serving Him brings utter joy
and the deepest satisfaction
I am satisfied in ways I never even imagined.

It is so good!!!!!!!!

My Trip to Haiti-- The Women of Haiti

While on my trip in Haiti, I encountered many women.  Nicole was one of those women.  Nicole is strong, and confident.  Nicole has  a great future ahead of her.  But she is the exception.

As we rode or walked through the villages, I saw woman after woman working so hard.  Most were squatting over buckets or streams washing clothes by hand.  Some were combing children's hair.  I'm sure many were cooking, though I didn't see anyone cooking.  All seemed forgotten.  As teams of Americans flood the villages, children run out of their homes to play with the Americans.  The women stay back to work.

The women of Haiti are forgotten, oppressed, and invisible. 

Here an example of how Haitian women are treated, even within the church.  Michaela shared with me that when one woman was asked how they could pray for her, she asked for her husband.  She  said that she couldn't join the church until she was married.

My heart was so burdened for the women of Haiti.  It still is.  My desire while there was to lift some of those women up.  To let them know how beautiful and valuable they are.  To let them know that they are not forgotten by God.