Dear Detroit, I love you, no matter what all the haters out there say. You’re creative. Full of history. Potential not to be what you once were, but something new entirely. When I look at your city blocks, I don’t see ashes - I see a crown of beauty. I see a city that longs for restoration, a city that’s waiting on some promises, holding their breath - counting to ten. Oh, Detroit. Call out to God and He will answer you. He will tell you great and unsearchable things that you don’t know. Turn to him. Hold on to him. He will bring you health and healing. He will …

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I looked forward and focused on the hair of the lady in front of me. Then went into a daze. I noticed people looking back. I refused to look at their faces to see their expressions. I couldn’t look back. I was praying the whole time. “Lord, I don’t even know how to pray. I just ask for your presence, with me, with the people in this van, with the people on the road. Lord, I can’t look back. I can’t let that image be ingrained in my head. I have so much to do. This week is already a …

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