greater things are yet to come, greater things are still to be done in this city.
reminder [to self]: the God who was with us in new york city is with us wherever we are, even when it feels like He’s not.
watching born into brothels (and the result) again reminds me WHY i’m still fighting. God loves these children. He loves their parents. He loves the pimps (how? i don’t know; He’s a loving God). He loves calcutta. He is there. and He is here. and He has called us to join Him. if God is with us, who can be against us?