These years have been rough.

And I’m not alone. Whatever God is up to, has been some of the most stretching, challenging seasons of our lives.

One day, I came to our church to minister, and I just stood up there and cried. Collectively, our body started to cry out to God for the various injustices we had carried for the last few years. The DDH club was born that day.

It was born out of grief, that needed hope.

It was born out of pain, that needed healing.

It was born out of total surrender to our will, and a choice to become even more

Desperate

Dependent and

Hungry

for GOD.

We meet at a desperate hour - 5:15 am PST on Sundays. We pray, we cry, we share, and we laugh. And we find God in our desperation.