When I stand at the Judgment Seat of Christ
And He shows His plan for me,
The plan of my life as it might have been
Had He had His way – and I see
How I blocked Him here, and checked Him there,
And I would not yield my will,
Will there be grief in my Savior’s eyes,
Grief though He loves me still?
Would He have me rich and I stand there poor,
Stripped of all but His grace,
While memory runs like a hunted thing,
Down the paths I cannot retrace.
Lord, of the years that are left to me
I give them to Thy hand
Take me and break me and mold me,
To the pattern that Thou hast planned!
-Author Unknown
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Hello There, I am Ross aka "The Punching Pastor" (i know its a long story, but feel free to message me for it). So, Welcome to my blog. I’m a Pastor, Chef, Coach and Missionary. Serving the hungry in Kenya, Cambodia & Laos bringing hope through practical and spiritual aid by:
• Giving basic shelter to orphans/street kids
• Giving basic education to the children
• Getting young girls off the streets, out of prostitution and back to school
• Teach families nutrition and hygiene
• Those with HIV/AIDS & their families receive at home care
• Provide single mothers & widows with microloans to start small businesses
• Educate community members about the devious methods of traffickers
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