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”For I have worked harder than any of the other apostles; yet it was not I but God who was working through me by his grace." 1 Corinthians 15:10b

Eve: First Woman Created by God.

Kamala Harris: First female, first Black and first South Asian vice president-elect allowed by GOD.


For it is GOD’s Amazing Grace making HISTORY in the middle of a deadly pandemic, racial/social division, immigration madness and political turmoil. But...GOD’s Amazing Grace Is still REIGNING. The songwriter sings...” Accept what GOD allows.

As we accept GOD’s WILL may we remember...When ”your” ways please the LORD. He answers HIS PROMISE in His word on your behalf. And, HIS word says...

”A man's gift maketh room for him, and bringeth him before great men.”

Proverbs 18:16.

A ”NEW” THING HAS SPRONG FORTH! Can you see it! Another huge CHANGE has come...

And the LORD said...

”See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?” Isaiah 43:18


Dear Heavenly FATHER,

May your people accept what you have allowed. May we remember your will is your word and your word is you. Thank you FATHER for this first national history event you have allowed. Amen in JESUS name.

O.M. Nugget:


Expository Reading:

May GOD’s Glory Rest On what He Allows.

  • Isaiah 60:1-2.

Food For Thought:

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops,

Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don’t you take it awful hard

‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines

Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I’ve got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

I rise

I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise.

~Maya Angelou

O. Ministries Inc. Strong At Work For GOD’s Glory And Our Good#2020.

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