A Christmas poem for my LAPC family

In March of 2021, I was as lost as I could be. I had no purpose, no plan and felt that all I had was me. While I had people around me, outwardly appearing just fine, no one knew that I felt dead inside.

Then by chance a video came across my Facebook feed, hearing a preacher speak directly to me. Things I had heard before in what I felt was another life, opened my eyes to what had become my plight.

As the days slowly passed till I could speak to this man, the words which he had spoken were kept close at hand. Replaying and rewatching clinging to every word, wanting to leave no doubt as to what it was that I heard.

Once I stepped foot slowly inside of that hallowed place, the Spirit I had longed for stood stong in my face. As I crumpled in tears in the presence of pure grace, knowing He had kept me protected while He led me to this place.

As these years have passed since walking through those doors, He has given me a family here and so very much more. I have friends that are closer than my own flesh and blood, and a bushel of kids I absolutely adore. 

When I stepped foot into LAPC I had no clue, that besides Jesus Christ, what I was missing was all of you.  Thank you all for being my family.



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