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Welcome to aandhamara.com. This site is dedicated to bringing you anointed books and poems that will take you to another level in Christ. So as you log on, please open up your heart to the inspiration of the Holy Spirit. Remember, fear is only present when there is an ignorance of the fact. In the year 2008, ‘Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, Yes, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand’. Isaiah 41:10(NKJ)

My parents sold the silver spoon in my mouth that I was born with to make ends meet, so since birth I have been thrown in to the general population, were the survival of the fittest in a dog eat, dog world is the only language spoken by the hard knuckle, piston—grinding, oil free generation of my time. What are tears? I have cried a whole river of them as daddy was nowhere to be seen to drive me around in my big wheel or patch up my bicycle when the wheel fell off and mamma told me I had to do without it for a while, but my friends on BMX bikes rode into sunsets of tired parents from work, as the exodus of the sun’s rays meant a time for family dinner for them.
Ha, talk to me about bedtime stories or as I call them real life stories. These happened at least twice a week as mamma talked about her pain and why daddy left and oh, about how we were going to make it through the week, my young mind never grasping the gravity, but situations forcing me to grapple with the matter forcing a maturity beyond my years. On my bed, it wasn’t the gravity of the matter that flamed my heart, but the gravitational pull of planetary bodies pull-ing my mind to worlds of unknown and discoveries that await me as those stars twinkled. I could recall those days as they were yesterday, as the sound of rushing waters of a nearby stream drifted my thoughts to exotic lands, as I snoozed in to a sleep only to wake up realizing it was a dream.

So I understand the pain you feel child of God, as you try to pick up the pieces after hurricane Katrina. You have worked all your life trying to put the pieces of this riddle of the game of life together and now that the puzzle seems to be making sense, the player hater flipped the table on you knowing he has no chance to win, but in your hand was the winning card all along and now you’re thinking you’ll never catch another break. I reached down to pick up my pen that fell from my hand to write you this word of inspiration and the tears falling into freshly written ink blotted the paper, reminding me of the waters that passed through the place you’ve come to call home in Alabama, Mississippi and yes, New Orleans, forever leaving a stain of mixed feelings in your dear heart as racism was blamed for the delayed supplies, but the waters never acknowledg-ing the lines of racial barriers, treated all the same in its violence.
How can I judge you for looting stores and not leaving town on time, when all you were do-ing was trying to provide for your own as the delay of the badly needed supplies tested your pa-tience and your pay check to pay check life style couldn’t afford the luxury of a ride? From the homes to the Superdome bodies piled and the stench made you think “is this really happening in America?” as the waters rose but you sank in disparity of fear. You looked up as you were taught in church and it seemed the heavens were angry, as this constant barrage of water in 175 miles per hour winds, blew away everything you once cherished and you wonder if this God really ex-ists. As the winds die down you pondered why there is no shortage of boots in the desert and not enough on the home front as the gangs rape, steal and murder innocent lives. How I wish I were there with you, but my boots are under orders for Afghanistan and I can only watch from the dis-tance of TV sets.

Child of God please know you are not in this alone. The reason you survived is because the Lord was carrying you when it was too hard and dangerous for you to go on your own. That’s why there’s been only one set of footprints on the sand. See, I am torn between two minds. I want to yell and warn you of an “incoming” as we do in the Army when a rocket is on its way to our fighting positions, but I know it is a set up that will catapult you to something bigger than you’ve ever imagined. The God of your fathers is not a God of hit and miss and he’ll restore what you’ve lost without the drop of a single card or gimmick. That’s why he wants you to know him more today. I really hope you’ll get my message and you’ll know that this set up that the en-emy has you in, is for your good and as they say “what can’t break you makes you stronger,” this will turn you into the giant God had wanted to make you all this time, but didn’t get your atten-tion. Stop crying, the storm is over. It is a set up.