K. M. St. John

“She made broken look beautiful…and strong look invincible…she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders…and made it look like a pair of wings. Ariana Dancu

You are the heart song of God. The gift to humanity that will change the world. Wherever you are now, whoever you are now…unfolding within your spirit is the majestic beauty of heaven’s whisper of the dance and symphony of its grandest artistic design…a life that holds a promise touched by the fire of a radical commitment to succeed, a passion that cannot be quenched, and a heart that laughs in the face of doubt and fear.

Your life is a symphony in the Creator’s heart…you are a melodious and magnificent tune, created in eternity, honored in time, to meet His heart’s vision of who you are. The music in your heart of a day where the hurting ends…is resonating in hearts around the world who are already accepting or are preparing to accept the challenge…to change the world and make it a better place. The broken places in you are a mosaic set in a place of breathtaking beauty and wonder…a priceless original which will become a heartsong for the nations.

You make the hardships of life look like a song of wonder…resonating in all those around you…making them weep to know and understand the beauty forged in the steel of adversity. Don’t let your trials destroy you…let them define you…let them carry you to a greatness never imagined…a life not thought possible…healing…and serving…and rescuing the lost…with the impossibility of faith that hears the heart of God.

God sees you…and He loves you. The you that you are. The you that He called you to be. Before the pain…before the betrayal…before the scars. That is you. That is the you…you will see…when the smoke clears….and eternity shows the world it’s heart for you. Will you crawl into His arms, caress His face, and know He is Daddy?

The times are changing and the earth is in a season of transition. With kingdoms, presidencies, and economies in chaos, we must come to find answers at the source…the place where His heart meets time…and manifests eternity.

We each have a mission. We each have a place…to touch…to mold…and to design…the world into a better place.

Life is simple…live daringly…love greatly…seek to empower those who have no power…seek to heal…that which cannot be healed…seek to honor God, show the world His glory…and live life by passionate design. It’s not easy…but it beats the alternative…unrational fear…and mediocrity not intended by God.

My song is for the orphans…most of my writings are to heal and help the orphans…and are priced to give most of the proceeds to orphan causes…and help them to find their own place in the world. I call them beta versions…because it’s a project that is ongoing...because I will change them until they resonate within the heart of leaders, and orphans, to take them to places of safety, and hope. Here is an excerpt of the letter I send to heads of states:

An Invitation From An Orphan

As you read this, today has already begun and the sun drives relentlessly and forcefully toward the end of that which can never be recovered…the time lost to yesterday.

All any of us can do is fill that unforgiving day with enough love and enough life, enough laughter and enough joy, enough drive and determination, enough beauty and creativity, and enough thankfulness for our own lives…and compassion for another’s, to bid it farewell and godspeed with no regret.

This hurting world revolves around compassion. The heart that has learned to carry another’s pain, has already won it without a word.

The dreamer who has envisioned a better world, has already defeated darkness, without taking one step.

Because as long as the sun sets and rises again, tomorrow will be better if that person participates.

All you can be to a desperate person who has lost the will to survive is encapsulated in one thing…hope.

All you must be to that weary heart is driven by one intangible force…compassion.

In the winter of their soul, you can be the fire that warms their hearts,

The light that guides their way,

the bridge that connects them, by hope, to the compass that guides them to destiny.

You can be the guardian of their fragile, yet tensile spirit,

That yearns only for a place of wholeness, healing, safety, and beauty,

And clings against reason with tenacious expectancy to a life yet to be lived…yet to be understood, yet to be filled with moments of breathtaking joy and wonder, that will make the pains of yesterday a withered memory, a fleeting dream from the past, never forgotten, but surmountable, as any lesson learned, any pain mastered, any mountain overcome, by the triumph of the human spirit that has been touched by faith.

From you, the orphans require something just as valuable as your money, a few moments of your time and the reaches of your voice. For the same amount of time required to write a letter, you can alert the world, you can sign a bill into law, you can call together millions of Americans to take time to think what this country can do to help the most hopeless and marginalized of our society…those who know no parents touch, no father’s praise, no mother’s love…

Will you be the one…for such a time as this… Kari St. John