I’ve told them both, Isaul on more than one occasion, that I attribute to them significant credit for my continuing in ministry. They have restored in me a confidence in people that I’d all but lost. I believe God worked through them to help me better understand his purposes for me.

I didn’t know this until yesterday, but Angelica is a writer. She sent a poem to Tisha and Tisha forwarded it to me. With Angelica’s permission, I am posting it here.

Doug

Finding my way back home

As I began my journey alone
The chill cut through my bone.

It’s been such a long time on this same path.
Lord when will you ease this wrath?

My body feels so cold
And my soul seems old.

How did I lose my way?
I don’t even know where my head should lay.

I stand on this road in the rain.
My heart is stained with pain.

As I stare at the crossroads that are near,
My destination seems unclear.

In this moment I pray for grace
So I can find a better place.

My choices led me here.
I can no longer fear.

I want to find my way back home
And no longer roam.

My soul craves to feel
Something that is real.

My heart is ready to be repaired
I was childish to not have ever before dared.

I am ready to surrender
To the Lord’s splendor.

Please take me back home.

Angelica Verdin