In the Darkest of Times, God’s Light Will Still Show

On July 24th, my oldest son was killed. He was only 20 years old… his name was Asante McCoy.

He was my baby… he looked like me, was much taller than me, yet he was still my baby. The streets took him away from me and with that so much of who I am left with him. I do not write this for sympathy, but for prayer from those of you who may read and enjoy the messages shared here.

Right now, I am planning a memorial service to be held for him in Illinois and in California, where he was born to which I will be laying my son to rest. This will cost us, yet I have hope in God that He will make a way.

We set up a Gofundme site to give opportunity to those who would want to help us raise what we need to make this possible. It is only a part of the journey… learning to live without him with me is the one that will last forever.

The site address is http://www.gofundme.com/AJJourney Any help no matter the size will be a great step on my journey for my son. If you do not have, then prayer is also greatly accepted.

May God bless you and keep you, always.

Hope in hopelessness

I weep for the loss of life in Connecticut. I can not say that I know what is being felt by those who have lost a spouse or child in this time of senseless hatred, yet I do know that God is with each and every hurting husband, mother, father, sister, brother, uncle, aunt, grandmother, grandfather, friend and every loved one that is directly affected by this movement of the Enemy.

Pray for those who lost. Pray without ceasing.