Tiny fingers tugging at my clothes
Babies pointing to their mouths
Asking for something to relieve
The hunger pains that seem to never end
Dirt smudged on their faces
Cuts and scrapes on their frail skin
The look in their eyes is that of desperation
Desperate for food
Desperate for Hope

I lift up my eyes to the hills. 
From where does my help come from?
My help comes from the LORD, 
who made heaven and earth. 
He will not let your foot be moved;
he who keeps you will not slumber...
The LORD will keep your going out 
and your coming in from this time forth
and forevermore. 

Read that. It's from Psalm 121.
God wrote a book, and it's all about Him.
His story. His love. His grace.
Today, I just can't get enough.

Pray with me that people from every nation, tribe,
and tongue will have access to this powerful Word.