Thank you Father for:
Speaking to me.
ALL THE GLORY belongs and falls upon your feet. Where you walk, with each step you take a miracle is born, a child no longer scorned nor torn but reborn.
Made a new, by all that is true.
The Glory from Heaven, is my number seven.
Where I go, He goes with me. He goes before me. To ensure the way is safe.
I seek you all day, because you are my delight- day or night.
With you, I AM NOT AFRAID.
Without you, I am FULL of FEAR.
All my days, I long to keep you near.
~J Mendoza 10/23/2019