A Captured Heart

Upon our arrival in Africa I did not feel like I was in Africa. We landed late in the evening so my first "look" at Africa was in the dark. As we were driving through Nairobi I stared out of the window of our van like a small child soaking up all of the sights. I was finally in Africa. The dream that started six months earlier had finally come true. Never in a million years did I think our dream would ever have come true. As I stared out of the window my mind was completely blown how God had worked in the lives of two girls and had them in Africa for Christmas. Little did I know how much He would continue to blow my mind.

After our day of rest I was ready to hit the ground running and do some ministry. We loaded in the van and headed towards Ruiru so we could go to the FOCUS Orphanage where Liv had been several times before. I was excited to see Africa and get my hands dirty doing His work. After a few orders of business we headed to the orphanage. I instantly fell in love when our van entered the gate. As we pulled in what felt like 1,000 small African children (Ok it was really like 50ish) running towards us screaming "Mzungu, Mzungu!" Which means "white person, white person!." They rushed our van and as we got out they all wanted to shake our hand and say "How are you? What is your name?" Over and over again. It was awesome. For the next few hours we played and we played hard. We played games, blew bubbles, took pictures, threw frisbees, introduced them to bouncy balls :), we did it all. I even played a game of soccer with some of the boys. And by "playing soccer" I mean that I tried to dodge a little boy so I wouldn't run over him and ended up hitting the ground...Hard. Like really hard...Like dust cloud hard. Imagine pigpen from Charlie Brown dust cloud! Anyway, after playing for a few hours we were able to share the Gospel and give each child a salvation bracelet. It was incredible.

As we were wrapping up our day the kids were playing this game and singing for Liv and I. I had Liv's camera out trying to get some good pictures, but this small child was standing on something getting all up in my way. Ahhh! It was probably a good thing he couldn't understand me. Just being honest. I was a little irritated to say the least. I was frustrated, then I looked down to see what he was standing on and saw this.

Instantly my heart was captured.

~~~TIMEOUT~~~

I need to call a timeout here and explain something. I have this "thing" if you will. This thing all started with this child on the left.

This is my small child. I love this kid and her brother more than any other kids in the world. I have seen her grow up since age 2 and one might say we just clicked. I give nicknames to everyone and the name she ended up with was small child. Even though she's not "small" anymore, she will forever be my small child. My American small child. In 2009 I ventured to Uruguay with her parents on a mission trip and was captured by this child on the right. After spending a few days with her and absolutely being captured by her Niki, my American small

child's mom, decided she was my Uruguayan small child. I'm ok with having more than one small child so I decided I'd have a small child to love on in every country I visit!

~~~TIME IN~~~

My heart was captured. I instantly fell in love with this child. My African small child. I decided to put the camera down, along with my frustrations, and simply love on and play with this child...So I did.

Not a day goes by that this small child is not on my mind. This weekend I have had the best time with my "original/american" small child. I've loved every minute of it. The laughs, the goofy faces, the corny jokes, the piggy back rides...Every moment. Still to this day she and her brother both capture my heart. As we laid curled up on the couch yesterday watching TV all I could think about was my African small child. It was a year ago yesterday that I met him. Six months ago I was able to see him again and he remembered me. As I thought about how these kids have captured my heart, I thought about other things that capture my heart. I thought about the things that capture the heart of God.

My prayer is that God captures my heart just as these kids do. I pray that I put more into mine and His relationship than I do with these kids. I pray that I long to spend time with Him as much as I long to spend time with my small children. I pray that I will go out of my way to do things for Him like I do for these kids. I pray that my heart would be captured for captures His heart. That it would also break for what breaks His.

What is it that captures your heart? Is He capturing your heart?

A Big Hurdle, But a Even Bigger God.

Wow...It's been a while. I would like to finish up my story about getting to Africa so I can tell you about Africa and what God did while we were there... So in a nut shell...

The dream was in our reach, but yet there was still a BIG hurdle... Our parents!
The night we dreamed up this crazy dream Liv sent an email to a man by the name of Chris Gates. Chris is the founder of JBFC which is a girls home outside of Mwanza, Tanzania. She emailed Chris and asked him about the possibility of us coming to spend Christmas there. The team Liv was just with in Africa had visited the girls home one afternoon, but Liv was unable to go because she was sick. So pretty basically we sent an email to a guy... that we didn't really know... half-way around the world... and asked if we could spend Christmas at his house! Wow... That sound's a whole lot more crazier now, then it did at that point in time! :)

Both Liv and I went to bed praying that night that God would move and open doors if it was His will for us to go to Africa. Our prayer was that Chris would respond positively to our inquiry if it was something we needed to pursue. In the mean time we were trying to find the best way to discuss this with our parents... The next morning Liv and I were both at the church doing... only God knows what! We were in her mom's office so she decided to test the waters and mention our thoughts. She was all about us going to Africa until she heard the word "Christmas." I could be wrong, but I'm pretty sure her response was "absolutely not! Christmas is family time." We moved to the next office where my mom was. We gave our same little spill and just like Liv's mom, my mom was all about it until Christmas was mentioned. The excitement drained instantly from my body and I must be honest, I pretty much lost all hope. For the next 30 minutes or so Liv and I stared at each other trying to figure things out. Why did we feel so strong about this trip, but yet we felt like we hit a HUGE brick wall. I walked out of the office to do something and I came back to Liv reading an email on her phone with a big smile on her face. When she was done reading it she hopped up, grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into the next room. What in the world is going on?!? Little did I know that God was moving...

Once she collected herself she began to read me the email. As she read I went into a state of unbelief. I was shocked. I was so shocked that still to this day I really can't remember exactly what the email said, but I knew it was God's assurance that we were on the right track. The email was a reply to our inquisition to Chris about spending Christmas at the girls home. He pretty much told us we would be an answer to prayers if we would be there at Christmas. We were really excited, but we still weren't sure if this would help us any with our parents. We returned to the office and proceeded to read the email to both of our moms. Their attitudes went from absolutely not to maybe you girls are on to something.

Over the next few weeks our parents heard our desire to spend Christmas being the hands and feet of Christ and they realized that God was all over this. We began to make plans and dream about the thing we could do.

Needless to say the next few months were crazy. We realized that we each had to raise over $4,000...during the Christmas season...when the economy was at it's worst. All I have to say is that what looks impossible to man, is possible with God. God showed Himself over and over and over again.

I vividly remember knelling at the alter with Liv one Sunday morning because we absolutely had to buy our plane tickets within the next 24 hours and we didn't have the money. To my best knowledge neither one of us spoke a word to anyone about it, but God provided...That night we bought our plan tickets.
One week before we left I had to get my shots and buy my malaria prevention medicine. It ended up being twice as much money than we had budgeted and I didn't know how I was going to replace the extra money I had to use. The next day I was eating lunch at a restaurant and went to get my wallet out to pay and found a wad of cash in the bottom of my purse and still to this day I have no clue where it came from. Later that afternoon I received a Christmas card in the mail from an old friend in a different state and there was a check in there. I added the cash amount and the check amount together...It replaced the extra money I had to use on medicine to the penny. It seemed like everyday the devil would throw another expense at us, but everyday God threw back. Liv and I could tell story after story of how God not only provided, but how He gave us an abundance in which we could minister with. He indeed showed Himself as Jehovah Jireh.

A year ago today we touched down in Nairobi, Kenya for three weeks that changed us forever. Over the next three weeks I hope to reflect upon those memories and share how God is still using them to teach me even today.

Pressing On.

A Sharpie Marker, a Boring Meeting, a Passionate Friend, and a CRAZY Dream!

Sunday, June 7, 2009 forever changed my life thanks to these things... Crazy? Definitely!

The previous day, June 6, my best friend, Liv, returned from a 2 week mission trip to Africa with a group from church. I had driven home late Friday night to surprise her at the airport on Saturday. After her plane arrived I spent the next 24 hours listening to all her stories from the trip and pretty much hung on every word. I really wanted to be with them on the trip, but missing Bible School in a children's ministry world just doesn't fly! Anyway, needless to say I was amazed by all her stories of how God moved not only through, but also in her while they were ministering in Africa. She had a real passion for Africa and the people there and that passion spilled over onto me. I felt the urge to get on a plane that very minute and experience it for myself.

Sunday afternoon Liv and I were in a BYBC meeting with a small group of people so she was sharing with them what God had done in Africa. She mentioned how she could not wait to go back and how it would be great to spend Christmas there at a girls home in which they had visited. She wished she could do it this Christmas, but it was already June and it would be crazy to even think about... All I have to say is that crazy is the only way I think! The moment she mentioned it, I was all about it. In my world it would be an experience of a lifetime and this Christmas would be the perfect time because we had nothing pressing that would hold us back.

Well, I kept my thoughts to myself and we proceeded into another meeting that was...well...boring! I had to find something to keep me from going crazy, so I diverted my thoughts back to Christmas in Africa. I thought and thought about it and weighed all the options in my head. The only conclusion I could come up with was "Why not?!?" I had a sharpie marker in my hand doodling on a piece of paper. Liv's hand was laying next to the piece of paper, so I leaned over and wrote "DREAM" on her hand. I had decided in my brain that if she asked me why I did that I would pitch the idea of going, but if she didn't I wouldn't mention it. The meeting went on a little while longer, we went out to dinner with some friends, and then we were hanging out at her house and it never came up... I was a little on edge, but I was slowly letting my thoughts of Christmas in Africa go...

It was getting late and we both were getting tired, but we were still talking and catching up on each others life. As we were talking she again saw "DREAM" and proceeded to ask me why in the world I wrote it on her hand. SCORE!!! So I pitched my idea, and she had this look like was I was CRAZY. After a moment of silence, she asked me if I was serious, because she would be all about it!

A few emails were sent and plane tickets were looked at... Now all we had to do was convince our parents... to let us go... half-way around the world... for 3 weeks... by ourselves... at Christmas time!

To be continued...

Love by Way of Sunglasses...

In the past week or so I have had the same conversation with two different friends in different states so I thought I would share a little about the topic... Actually this is quite different from my normal blog posts, but hey, it's my blog so I can post whatever it is that I want to post! Anyway, the first part of this post is actually a entry from my journal on July 12, 2009:


" *'Love is in the house, and the house is packed. So much soul I left the back door cracked. Mamma always said it's a matter of fact When love is in the house the house is packed...'- TobyMac
*'I wanna know what love is...'- Foreigner
*'Love, true love...'

What is love?

For a long time I have (and still to some degree still do) struggle with the fact of 'love'. I personally have never been able to really define love- I really have never known what love is. Very rarely do the words 'I love you' come out of my mouth and sometimes when they do, they are just empty words with no meaning behind them. I simply have struggled with love. It often gets under my skin when people carelessly toss around the phrase 'I love you.' When couples of two weeks repeatedly exchange the phrase I stop and ask myself, 'do they really know what love is or are they just saying it because that's the thing to say?' There are random people in my life who every time I see them say 'I love you', but do they really love me? Do they understand true love? Am I the only odd ball who just doesn't get it??? Needless to say 'I love you's' are few and far between with me, but I'm thinking that's all changing now.

A few weeks ago as I was having my quiet time before work I was praying over kidz kamp and the material we had just finished writing. As I was praying and thinking through the stuff we had written I was silenced in an awe-struck humbling moment. I thought about how incredible this material (and material in the past) was. WOW...I am a dirty, unworthy, no good for nothing sinner, but yet God used me. I could not begin to understand why God still chose to use me cause I was a worthless sinner, then it hit me...LOVE.

God loves me so much that #1 He forgives me, but #2 He wants to use me. Many times in my life I have pretty much looked Him straight in the face and spit it in, slapped Him, and then turned and walked away. What did He do? He pretty much grabbed me, hugged me, cleaned me up, and used me.

As all of this hit me I began to weep-hard. I finally got what love was. Looking through the outside and the actions and loving the person no matter what. Not only loving them when it's convenient, but loving them when they hate you. Not only showing love, but empowering them and supporting them in the darkest times.

Love is giving it all, all the time, through it all, in all circumstances, with all that you are."

So what does sunglasses have to do with this?

You see a few weeks ago I was at the lake with a group of friends and we went into a cove, anchored the boats, and just hung out in the water and swam. I had my rather expensive Oakley sunglasses on, but decided to swim about 75 yards to my families boat to get my life jacket. So I handed my sunglasses to my bf and asked them to hold them for me. I swam to the boat and as I was almost back to my group of friends floating in the water I heard "Where are the sunglasses?" As I looked up I saw a couple of the guys diving down and realized my nice sunglasses are now somewhere in the lake... Not cool in my world. My friend had now entered the panic stage and well, to be quite honest, I had entered the pissed stage. After a few dives down, I counted it a lost cause and swam over to the side of the boat and just kind of sat there for a while. After a few minutes I sucked it up, joined the group again and tried to let it go. I said it was all cool, but it really wasn't I just wanted to give some kind of comfort to my friend and not be mad towards them any more.

A few hours went by and we were headed home. As I drove my friends in my car carried on many conversations, but I was in my own pissy little world harping on the fact that a giant catfish was now swimming around in style. I was was sulking in my loss and I thought about my friend and how bad they must feel... I knew that there was no way to go back and change what happened, but I could change my attitude towards the whole situation. I began to feel guilty for the anger that I had felt and then God and I had a cool moment... LOVE was made real. I still love my friend even though they dropped my sunglasses. The glasses were just an overpriced piece of plastic, but my friend is a priceless treasure. I'm not going to stop loving them because of what happened, even though I must admit the thought did cross my mind. Just being honest. That's how God's love is... Never ending. If God stopped loving me every time I did something that upset Him or went against what He asked me to do, quite frankly He would never love me. But He loves me no matter what I do to Him and I just don't understand. As Christians it's time to start loving like God does. He gives it all, all the time, through it all, in every circumstance, and loves us with all that He is...

I don't know about you, but I sure am glad that God loves me now matter how many times I "drop His sunglasses in the lake." Maybe it's time we start doing the same thing.

Pressing On.


...thanks...

The Little Things in Life...

Lately I have been repeatedly reminded of how the little things in life can make a BIG difference. To be honest it has been rather entertaining, but it has been rather convicting too.

The first instance happened during VBS last week and came from a first grader. When asked if she was having fun she quickly replied with "Yes, it's better then that Methodist church. It's longer and funner and the bathrooms are cleaner!" Who knew that how clean the bathroom was during VBS would have such a HUGE impact on a first grader! Certainly not me!

The second instance started during VBS and continued this week during camp prep. A sixth grade boy asked if he could be on the purple team at camp. He had been to camp since he was in first grade and NEVER has been on the purple team. (Milan's colors are purple and white and well, let's just say this town bleeds purple!) Such a small thing as what color team he is going to be on is a BIG deal to him. I can't wait to see his reaction when he gets to camp and realizes that he is on the purple team!!!

The third instance happens quite often, but I just realized it this week. One of "Small Childs" favorite things in the world is to play with my phone. To take pictures, video, play games, or just listen to my ringtones. Typically it is rather annoying, but as I was sitting on the couch this past week with her and her brother they cracked me up. For 20 minutes they took turns taking short video clips of each other laughing, singing, and acting crazy and they LOVED it! Overall it really wasn't a big deal, but it was BIG to them. They were still talking about it the next day...

I could go on and on, but I will spare you. As I sit and reflect it's the little things in my life that mean the most. From a simple text from a friend just saying "hope you have a great day" and that they are praying for me to a family inviting me into their home for dinner since I'm away from mine to a simply thank you for all the work I put into my job to a reassuring smile and a "everything's going to workout."

I just started reading a book and have already been taken back by a comment in it. We are commanded in scripture to "love your neighbor as yourselves." I don't know about you, but I love myself a whole lot. Often when I meditate on this scripture I think that I have to start loving myself less and others more, but this book has made me think differently. Instead of decreasing the love of ourselves so we don't have that high of a "love bar", if you will, to reach with others, why don't we just start loving others as much as we love ourselves?!? If I loved everyone I know as much as I love myself, WOW...That would be a lot of lovin' going on!

This doesn't mean that you have to go out and do BIG crazy things for everyone you know. Simply love them and treat them as yourself. For me it's the little things that make a BIG difference, so I've decided to start making a conscience effort to do little things for people.
Little notes or texts, simple prayers, some thank you's, and maybe even a free lunch here or there just because.

So my challenge to you simply is to love your neighbors as yourself. Figure out what you love and how you want to be treated and then go and treat the world that way...

It's the little things that make a BIG difference... Go make a BIG difference...

5 Lessons... Part 5!

Instead of recapping the whole story up unto this point, I think I am simply going to recap the first 4 lessons. Here we go...

Lesson 1~ Attitude

The first lesson we can learn from this miracle of Jesus is ATTITUDE. In order to be all you can be for Jesus you have to take on the right attitude. With God ALL things are possible. God has put us where we are for a purpose and He has placed large tasks in our lives. We have to take on the correct attitude in order for God to use us and conquer these big tasks.

LESSON 2~ Give it All

The second lesson we can learn is GIVING IT ALL. God has incredible things in store for our lives and He wants to use us beyond our comprehension, but in order to do so we have to give everything to him. Just as the young boy gave all of his lunch for Jesus to use, we have to give Jesus all of ourselves.

LESSON 3~ Keep On Keeping On.

The third lesson we can learn is that you have to KEEP ON KEEPING ON! It looks impossible sometimes, but with the right attitude, and when you give all you have, and keep on keeping on no matter what, God will use you and bless you far beyond your imagination. As you keep on, you daily have to come back to God in order for Him to "refill your basket" just as He had to do for the disciples. You cannot serve/feed others when you yourself have not been fed and refilled.

LESSON 4~ When it's all said and done: JESUS.

The fourth lesson we can learn is that whether it's a project at school or work, a lesson you teach, a group you lead, a task you complete, or the life you live, WHEN IT'S ALL SAID AND DONE let it be JESUS that they see and praise!

AND FINALLY, Drum roll please......

LESSON 5~ Unique and Special

The fifth lesson that I think we can take away from this Miracle of Jesus and help us to "be all we can be for is Jesus" is to understand that we are unique and special. You see, my favorite thing about this miracle is not lessons to be learned, it's not the little boy giving it all, it's not the disciples serving, it's not Jesus multiplying food to feed the thousands of people, but it's the fact that this is the only miracle that is recorded in all 4 gospels! I love that! Like I said in lesson 1, that makes this miracle special. I also think that this miracle is unique. Although there are several miracles of Jesus, even one where He feed 4,000, this one is still it's own unique miracle.

Just as the miracle is unique and special, you are unique and special. Created for a specific reason with incredible plans (Jeremiah 29:11). The Psalmist tells us in Psalms 139 that we are fearfully and wonderfully made and that we were woven together by God. WOW! God stopped and took the time to weave you into creation just the way He wanted you to be.

God spoke all of His creations into existence, except for humans. He created us and breathed life into us. He went on to leave His unique mark on us and even gave us our own unique and special marks, fingerprints. Just as this miracle is special and unique, you are special and unique. God loves you beyond your imagination and has plans and thoughts for you that are beyond what you can fathom (Isaiah 55:8-9). Your fingerprints distinguish you from the rest of the world, so be unique, don't conform, and live the special plans that God has for you! God has left His fingerprints on you, now go leave His fingerprints across the world...
I wrap this point up with lyrics to a song that came from a late night conversation with a friend and thought that were swimming in our heads over the course of a few months.

It's simply titled "Fingerprints"

As I look at the stars I can’t help but think about the
day you formed them into existence.

The moment you spoke the words the creation
in its perfect forms for me to enjoy and see

Each star and constellation a unique creation in itself
it’s like you left your fingerprints on the night sky

As I look in the mirror I can’t help but think about the
day you formed me into existence

The moment you created me in your perfect
image and Woven with beauty only by your grace

Given a specific purpose to impact this world

When I was created, your fingerprints were left on me

Just as a potter leaves his prints on the clay

God has left His fingerprints on me

If you are the potter then I am the clay.

I am a creation skillfully mastered by the master’s hands

Woven with beauty in the image of God

I can’t help but see the fingerprints you left on me

I am your creation, yours and yours alone

I am shaped and created to be what I am supposed to be

Get the right ATTITUDE, GIVE IT ALL to God, KEEP ON KEEPING ON, in the end WHEN IT'S ALL SAID AND DONE let everything you do and say point to JESUS, and be your UNIQUE and SPECIAL self that God created you to be and you will be all you can be for Jesus!

I hope that God has spoken to you just as much has He has spoken to me through this story...


John 3:30 He must become more important. I must become less important...

Pressing On.

Five Lessons... Part 4

Yeah, it's been a LONG time... Anyway, let's do a quick recap of lessons 1-3 then take care of 4 and then maybe 5 in the next day or two so I can move on in my ramblings!

Jesus had gone away with His disciples and the multitudes had followed. It was dinner time and Jesus took charge to feed all the people. In the first post I noted that the first lesson we can learn from this miracle of Jesus is ATTITUDE. In order to be all you can be for Jesus you have to take on the right attitude. With God ALL things are possible. God has put us where we are for a purpose and He has placed large tasks in our lives. We have to take on the correct attitude in order for God to use us and conquer these big tasks. In my second post I noted that the next lesson we can learn is GIVING IT ALL. God has incredible things in store for our lives and He wants to use us beyond our comprehension, but in order to do so we have to give everything to him. Just as the young boy gave all of his lunch for Jesus to use, we have to give Jesus all of ourselves. When you give it all sometimes you have to do things that you have no desire to do or things that look impossible, but as I noted in the last post the third lesson we can learn is that you have to KEEP ON KEEPING ON! It looks impossible sometimes, but with the right attitude, and when you give all you have, and keep on keeping on no matter what, God will use you and bless you far beyond your imagination. As you keep on, you daily have to come back to God in order for Him to "refill your basket" just as He had to do for the disciples. You cannot serve/feed others when you yourself have not been fed and refilled.

Whew... Awesome, let's jump into the scriptures and take on point 4! We're going to look at John 6:14-15

After the people saw the miraculous sign that Jesus did, they began to say, "Surely this is the Prophet who is to come into the world." Jesus, knowing that they intended to come and make him king by force, withdrew again to a mountain by himself.

Everyone in the story had had a BIG day and the day was almost over, but yet I think there is still a lesson to be learned from these 2 verses. The people had come, the disciples attitudes had been seen, the little boy had given it all, Jesus had preformed a miracle, the people were fed, the disciples kept on keeping on, and they had received their "reward". WOW, could you imagine the conversations going on between the people in the crowd. Stories were made that day that would be past on for many generations to come... It had been an INCREDIBLE day.

The disciples could have received tons of recognition for serving the people food over and over again, but they didn't. The little boy could have been given recognition for giving his lunch to enable the process to happen, but he wasn't... Jesus spoke a few words, multiplied the food, and handed it to the disciples... He was the talk of the town.

LESSON 4~ When it's all said and done: JESUS.

When the amazing day was over, who did they see? They saw Jesus. They didn't talk about what the disciples did or what the little boy did, they recognized Jesus. They realized that He was the prophet they had been hearing about, He was the one. I must admit that these two scriptures hit me the hardest.

We, as servants of God, do a lot of cool and incredible things for God and on His behalf. I know when God calls and equips me to do things for Him, they usually turn out really good. Big things happen, people walk away changed, and God really moves, however a lot of times I want to take the credit. When all is said and done I want people to see Meredith and what Meredith did and how awesome it was because of what Meredith did... WOW, now that my friends is selfish and way wrong. When all is said and done JESUS should be the only person that the people see. When all is said and done people should walk away saying "WOW, look at God and what He did. Look how awesome He is and at the incredible things He has accomplished!"

In the end it should be all about Jesus. When your life is all said and done are people going to look at you and see what all you've done or are they going to see Jesus and all the things He did through you and all the lives of the people who were impacted because you were His vessel?

In Matthew 5: 14-16 Jesus says

"You are the light of the world. A city on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven."

Whether it's a project at school or work, a lesson you teach, a group you lead, a task you complete, or the life you live, WHEN IT'S ALL SAID AND DONE let it be JESUS that they see and praise!

I leave you with the lyrics to "Do They See Jesus in Me?" by Joy Williams. A friend gave this song to me a few months ago and I think it fits perfectly with this lesson...

Is the face that I see in the mirror the one I want others to see?
Do I show in the way that I walk in my life the love that you've given to me?
My heart's desire is to be like you in all that I do, all I am

CHORUS:
Do they see Jesus in me?
Do they recognize your face?
Do I communicate your love and your grace?
Do I reflect who you are in the way I choose to be?
Do they see Jesus, Jesus in me?

Well it's amazing that you'd ever use me, but use me the way you will
Help me to hold out heart of compassion and grace
A heart that your Spirit fills
May I show forgiveness and mercy the same way you've shown it to me

CHORUS

Well I want to show all the world that You are the reason I live and breathe
So You'll be the one that they see when they see me...

Pressing On.