Thy Kingdom Come

They haunt me. They beautify me. The faces of those I met in Northern Ghana. They remind me of a kingdom where there will no longer be tears or poverty or war.

I want to live for Your kingdom, Lord.

Forgive me for thinking of building my own. For forgetting the distressing disguise of Jesus on the face of so many. For wanting to store up trinkets here instead of treasures in Your kingdom.

Thy kingdom come. In my life. Right now.

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