If My People . . .

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As we look at today’s America, sometimes it’s almost impossible to recognize the country we once knew so well. Contrary to what many would have us believe, we were founded on Christian principles. Today some would call those of us living by those principles terrorists. Instead of living by God’s standards of right and wrong, people are encouraged to do their own thing. Decide for themselves what’s right for them. Our Constitution is considered outdated. Courts are ruling against Christians who make a stand for their within their own businesses. Marriage has been redefined. And on and on . . .

So what can we as Christians do? It’s easy to point fingers. At the politicians. At the ones condemning us for our faith. But God tells us to look inward first.

If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face…

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My 10 Secrets to Survival After Losing A Child

If you have ever lost a loved one, read this.

Daphne Bach Greer

I cannot tell you how many times I’ve heard…

“I don’t know how you do it.”

“I would go crazy if I were you.”

“I couldn’t survive losing my child,” not to mention the comments many say quietly to themselves, secretly thankful it wasn’t their child. Let’s be honest.  I know many of you suffering through grief have heard similar things and more. Hearing these words makes a grieving soul cringe with pain.

We didn’t choose this life, yet what are we supposed to do when we are face to face with our worst nightmare?

No matter what your grief is let me tell you, yes you can survive. And no, it’s not all sunshine and roses, it’s a dark, lonely, road less taken, but believe it or not, it is possible to come out on the other side.

So how did I survive all these years?  At the time, overcome…

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Don’t Try to Do the Job Alone

King David wanted to build a temple for God in Israel, but God told him to let his son, Solomon do the job. So David collected the materials his son would need. The message from father to son, “Don’t try to do the job alone.” Not only did wise Solomon use the gold and silver gathered by David, he also enlisted help from the Hiram, the King of Tyre. Hiram sent a master craftsman named Huram, who brought the famous cedars of Lebanon for the temple. Solomon also gave jobs to all the aliens who were in the land of Israel, thus creating jobs for them.

I use to find this story boring. Today it opened my eyes to a new thought. I have a ministry to children in inner city schools. It involves small groups after school using two faith-based curricula. (See Growing Seasons helps children who don’t live with both biological parents by teaching them that God is a Father who will never abandon them. It also helps them learn coping skills, such as how to express their emotions appropriately. Empowering Kids helps children recognize and prevent life-controlling problems before they start. To do this ministry, I must have help.I need trained facilitators to come beside me and lead the small groups. I tried to do it alone. It only worked when I enlisted others who want to make a difference in the lives of children.


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There are many who still deal with war, poverty, abuse, and many other atrocities. This reminds me to be thankful for my home and family.

A Holistic Journey

I don’t remember my mother ever having the cold or flu. She must’ve had her share, especially in the sharp New York winter. She remains healthy in my memory because she never took a day off, never took a nap, never complained. Not even when the needle flew off the Singer and disappeared into her finger. Between the waitressing years in New York, Mom sewed for the giant garment industry that Latino and Asian immigrants pinned their hopes on in the 70s and 80s. The heaps of cut fabric she brought home in the metal shopping cart, they literally called homework. It enabled her to raise her kids and stay involved in my early schooling. Mom did everything fast. She would feed polyester rectangles through the machine and recruit me and my little brother to flip them. At two cents a piece, time was the enemy. She ate a lot…

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