God speaks across dimensions of time and says, "The world awaits to be fed." "Not by any hand, but by your gifted hands," He said. Who am I? I ask. Insignificant and small I am to such an awesome wonder as He. I have no worthy feast to bring to a table set for so many. How can I feed the world? But the world still waits... Letters from God Volume 1: Finding Me is the first in a series of upcoming books that contain poetic reflections of a journey...