Because of You My Lord,
I'm sitting on the floor in my prayer hall which I call my "God Space" while listening to the instrumental version of "How Great Is Our God. I'm looking at my prayer wall and as I glance at the photos and the words, I cry. Silent tears fall because I am astounded that I was a Muslim living in Waldorf with my husband, my dog, my stepdaughter in a big house with a white picket fence; a sports car and a motorcycle. Now I sit here in a beachfront condo as a child of the One #true God, and Jesus Christ is my Lord. And not only that BUT His Holy Spirit dwells inside of me. Isn't that enough to make you cry? There is no fear in death. Jesus is indeed my portion and my cup. His sovereign will is well with my soul.
