Heals Your Heart
By Kathy Mote
Nothing heals your heart like knowing your Father's thoughts of you. That is your identity. That is
who you are.
By Kathy Mote
I cannot understand the people in the world. They shock me like I have encountered something that is
dead. They revile the very thing that would set them free as they are a god unto themselves. In all my years I have never seen such a blatant display of the devil's work.
I have never seen a more vulgar
and ill-mannered bunch. If you want to meet a hoard of them, just say the name of our rightful president. Go ahead, if you want to get mugged by a gang of thugs while your name is put on a short list.
The things they believe in are
hate and prejudice. The very things that caused them the most hurt they rally others with. I want to ask if they remember the civil war where good men died to free the slaves.
As for myself, I have friends
from six different nations of the world. They come in every color a person can, and I love them all without prejudice. We respond to each other as people should, by what we say and do and how genuine we are. We measure our words by what is kind and good as
we value each other's heart. Our friendship is an expression of acceptance and the desire to love and be loved.
That is as it should be, not as it is in the world. We hear a bought and paid for agenda
that withholds the truth. Hate seems to be what people want to hear. What they monger is the same hate that destroys their own heart. All this so those in power can take over the world. Who but the devil does that. The Lord knew it would come to this.
This is the day it doesn't pay to say things like this. This is the day of every man for himself when it should be the opposite. Every heart is crying out for the Lord's return. May He come soon. Not to take us out
of here, but to prove He is Lord and change every heart. Let us be the salt as we stand in the Light and be not afraid. We are their last hope. Let us remember that.