tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34250989531021955772024-03-12T16:50:31.019-07:00Our Stories God's GloryPersonal stories of God's touch in ordinary and extraordinary waysUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425098953102195577.post-87379865315259269402013-08-29T09:52:00.001-07:002014-04-12T15:53:58.357-07:00God's Sparrow Messenger<br />
<span class="sgpg"><a class="sgur sguhr sg00 sguh" href="http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=pictures+of+sparrows&id=1A563616A3288F6AD93213D24FFDD6B31B98D136&FORM=IQFRBA">Wikipedia file: Tree Sparrow</a></span><br />
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This is a true story about a little sparrow and what happened in the fall of 1961. <br />
I was driving north from Birmingham, Alabama, for Hoover Motor Express enroute to Louisville, Kentucky.<br />
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Just south of Scottsville, Kentucky, a severe rain and wind storm developed. The threatening clouds were heavy and black. All the other drivers put their lights on, even though it was in the middle of the day. The asphalt highway was very slick.............<br />
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<a name='more'></a>Heavy rain and wind were blowing from the west, almost parallel to the ground.<br />
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imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a>I had my windows rolled up tight on the driver's side, but the wind was still blowing rain all over me through many cracks around the door.<br />
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I had rolled my right window down a ways because my windshield was fogging up, and I also needed all the fresh air I could get on the inside of the windshield.<br />
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The tractor I was driving was a short-nosed White, better known among drivers as a "Needle-nose White." The windshield and windows were smaller than normal, so a driver with my large size had to drive with his head in a "bowing" position.<br />
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The wiper blades were too short, and driving in a heavy rain, I had to bow even a little lower, with my head about 10 inches from the top of the steering wheel. My hands were positioned approximately ten inches apart from the center of the top of the steering wheel.<br />
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Just as I approached the city limits of Scottsville, a sparrow suddenly flew in through the open window and landed between my hands on the steering wheel. Facing me, he chirped to the top of his little voice. I glanced down at him and that he was looking me straight in the eye.<br />
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After about ten seconds, the sparrow flew out the window, the same way he came in.<br />
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I began to feel very strongly that this little sparrow had been sent by God as a warning for me to stop the truck. As I pulled up to the town square in Scottsville, I felt I could go no further. I sat there fifteen minutes until the wild storm passed.<br />
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"Did God send that little sparrow to warn me?" I asked myself. When I finally could drive on, my eyes searched the highway, looking for casualties of the storm. Less than a mile down the road, a small Ford Falcon had spun out of the southbound lane, across the northbound lane, finally coming to rest in a muddy clearing. Thank God, no one was hurt. There wasn't even a scratch on the car.<br />
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Two things I have thought of many times:<br />
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1.) Any bird who accidentally would fly into a moving vehicle would be disoriented and frantic! He normally would fly all around, bumping into the glass windows, trying desperately to get outside. But this special sparrow did none of that. He flew in, perched on the steering wheel, spoke his piece and then left in the same way he came.<br />
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2.) How did this little sparrow fly against such a strong wind? He had been flying directly into the wind when he entered the right window of my rig. The gusty wind was blowing heavy rain, leaves, and small limbs almost parallel to the ground. Numerous gusts that hit the side of my truck almost caused me to jackknife as they knocked my heavy truck around like a small toy.<br />
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During my twenty years as a professional truck driver, I have faced what seemed like certain death many times. Each time I have found Someone Else in control. I have always had a feeling that Someone was riding beside me, telling me at times when to stop and when to go.<br />
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Oh, I cannot see that Someone, yet I can feel His presence. It's just as strong as a gusty wind!<br />
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Written by Bill Hughes, Nashville, Tennessee <br />
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There I was, dancing on stage in the
Philippines to the majestic sounds of music as the Holy Spirit led me. Worshiping God, whether dancing or prayer, I always close my eyes. Twirling a lavender scarf as I danced, I
suddenly got "that feeling" to open my eyes to see where I was. </div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One more step and I would have fallen off the
stage! But God was watching over me. Calmly, I turned, closed my eyes again in
worship, and continued dancing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Next <i>the unthinkable</i> happened! One second I was dancing in worship, the next second I was sitting on the stage floor thinking, "What happened?! This has never happened before!"<br />
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To a ballerina, there is only one thing worse than falling, and this is to stop altogether. In all my dance training, one special thought had been drilled into me: <b><u>“If anything happens, do not stop. Get up and
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, gracefully rising to my feet, I got up and kept
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Taking my seat afterwards, I
asked the Lord, “Why did this happen!? In all my life, I have <b><i>never</i></b> fallen in a dance
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then deep in my soul, I felt God answer, “Do you really want Me to
take over your life? Even if I allow you to be embarrassed?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had started ballet
lessons at five years old and loved it. My passion grew. My talent was truly a gift
from God. I
continued classes until junior high, when my parents could no longer afford it.
I could reminisce forever about the dances, the colorful costumes, the lights, etc.
If I never excelled at anything else, I would always know, I could dance!</div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By now, at age 58, I hadn't taken a ballet
lesson in years. On occasion I would spontaneously break into dance privately
at home. With no choreography, I just let the Holy Spirit lead me in a dance of
worship.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had come to the
Philippines on a Christian Mission trip in 2007. I was to give four speaking
presentations. On the last evening of our mission conference, our leader asked if I would like to dance in the Spirit
to Christian music after her next presentation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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I had prayed, giving the dance all over to the Lord, asking the Holy
Spirit to totally take over for me. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">B</span>efore I knew it, I was dancing . . . but then unexpectedly falling!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To end the conference, each of us speakers was supposed to
summarize her presentations. I approached the microphone and gave a summary of the classes I had presented.
Then grinning at the audience, I said what I felt the Lord told me to say:<br />
<b> “If
you ever fall down in life, get back up and keep dancing!” </b><br />
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blessed, but I still wondered why I had fallen. </div>
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pastor in the Philippines. He said that of all the presentations, the best part was at the end when
I said, “If you fall down in life, get up and keep dancing.” </div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He explained that in the Philippines there
is a serious problem with people afraid to “lose face.” They avoid new things
if there is the slightest risk of making a mistake. But this prevents them from
many opportunities.<br />
The pastor explained that the people were blessed by seeing me fall and
then get up and keep going (without losing face), and then later hearing me tell them to do the
same.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I heard this, a thousand thoughts
rushed in. </div>
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<i> “Lord, is this what this trip, the dancing and falling was all about? Did You use me as Your
instrument to reach these beautiful people? Is it possible that You set this plan in
motion years ago, when I was just five years old?”</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><i> </i>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">“For My thoughts are not your
thoughts, </span></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">neither are your ways My ways,</span></i><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"><i><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">”</span></i> </span></span></div>
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Isaiah 55:8 NIV</div>
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Jackie Christian, author</div>
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Retired Counselor</div>
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Beaverton, Oregon</div>
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<span style="text-decoration: none;">From Joy to Joy</span></div>
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<span style="text-decoration: none;">Bob TenHaken</span></div>
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<span style="font-style: italic; text-decoration: none;">as told to Emily King</span></div>
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<span style="text-decoration: none;">“Why am I here?” </span></div>
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<span style="text-decoration: none;">The question nagged and confused me as it would anyone who knew me at the time. I loved teaching! I enjoyed the challenges and opportunities in teaching 8</span><sup>th</sup> grade math. But for the first time in my 13-year career, I felt out of place in my own classroom. I had a strange feeling of being unprepared and ill-equipped to handle classes for the year. </div>
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<span style="text-decoration: none;">Previously at a retreat, my wife, Shirley and I separately felt led to</span> offer our availability to do whatever God wanted. That evening, we invited our pastor and his wife to our small-group meeting. However, no one else showed up. The pastor seized the opportunity to ask: “Bob, have you ever considered full time Christian work?” Shirley and I sat stunned. We related our experience at the retreat.</div>
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<span style="text-decoration: none;">When I told him of my struggles, he suggested I pray if I was to leave teaching, my unsettled state would continue. If I should remain, I'd receive the restored confidence and cont</span>entment typical of the past.</div>
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<span style="text-decoration: none;">Confusion, turmoil in the classroom and personal doubt persisted. I sought counsel from trusted friends and from the Word. In sincere humility, I asked God to help me understand His will for my family and me. </span></div>
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<span style="text-decoration: none;">Finally, peace</span> came as Shirley and I pursued God's new direction. I turned in my contract unsigned for the next school year and<span style="font-weight: normal;"> prayed, “O God, this is exciting; yet apart from You, it is frightening. Thank You for the assurance 'I will never desert you, nor will I ever forsake you.'” (Heb. 13:5, Josh. 1:5)</span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;">The next day, my classes went smoothly. I had more confidence than in the last six months and several students thanked me for helping with their math skills. This was unusual, especially in the middle of the school</span><span style="font-weight: normal;"> year, as though God confirmed my act of faith to turn in my contract unsigned.</span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;">Our journey took our family from Menomonee Falls,Wisconsin to Portland,Oregon as I enrolled in Multnomah Bible School. The decision affected our teenaged children, especially </span><span style="font-weight: normal;">our daughter. I wanted to be sensitive to her skepticism, so several nights a week, she and I spent time in conversation and prayer to help her through the transition.</span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;">God provided in numerous ways, from selling our home in Wisconsin when we were down to</span><span style="font-weight: normal;"> our last dollars to gifts of money and cars when both of ours broke down.</span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;">We attended a newly formed multiple-leadership church. Eventually, I became an elder and staff counselor, which lasted for 23 years. In those years, I enjoyed my relationship with </span><span style="font-weight: normal;">hundreds of people, a great delight and heart satisfaction in what God had privileged me to do. I literally held a front row seat as He touched and changed lives before my eyes. </span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;">It's been 37 years since Shirley and I first submitted ourselves to God's di</span><span style="font-weight: normal;">rection. He has proved faithful to provide, not just the necessities of life, but the joy of fulfilling service. </span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;">Bob TenHaken is currently a consultant</span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;">and facilitator to churches desiring </span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;">transition to multiple-leadership. He has</span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;">also returned to his </span><span style="font-weight: normal;">first “joy” by </span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;">volunteer teaching math in the classroom.</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425098953102195577.post-26876450504126323222012-10-06T18:47:00.000-07:002013-01-05T13:10:41.015-08:00Carrie's Angel<br />
When my sister drove my five-year-old daughter home from her first day at a new Christian school, Carrie ran in the door and hurried to find me in the kitchen.<br />
"Mommy!" she said excitedly. "I saw an angel today in chapel."<br />
I smiled. "You did? Was there a picture of an angel on the wall?"<br />
Carrie shook her head. "No, the angel was up on the stage, in the front of the chapel."<br />
Puzzled, I asked, "Are you sure you didn't see a picture of an angel?"<br />
"No, Mommy. The angel was standing right there in front of me---just like Mr. Jeffries was standing there."<br />
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Now I stopped washing dishes. I dried my hands and crouched down to look Carrie in the eyes. "Did Mr. Jeffries see the angel, too?" I asked.<br />
"Oh, no. He was busy talking to all of us kids."<br />
"Well, tell me," I said, "what did the angel look like?"<br />
Carrie thought for a minute, then explained, "He had a long white robe. I couldn't see his feet." She stretched her arms up high, then flapped them like wings. Her face beamed as she exclaimed, "The angel was real big! He was looking right at me and he was smiling at me."<br />
"Was the angel looking at the other kids, too?" I asked.<br />
She shook her head. "No, Mommy. The angel was just looking at me."<br />
"Did the angel talk to you?" <br />
"Oh, no, Mommy. The angel was <i>thinking</i> to me. But when I looked over at my teacher and then looked back, the angel was gone. I didn't see him anymore."<br />
Singing a tune, Carrie skipped off to play and I turned back to my dishes, thanking the Lord for her special angel encounter.<br />
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<i><span class="text Mark-10-14" id="en-NKJV-24603"><span class="woj">Jesus said, “Let the little children come to Me, </span></span></i></div>
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<i><span class="text Mark-10-14" id="en-NKJV-24603"><span class="woj">and do not forbid them; </span></span></i></div>
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<i><span class="text Mark-10-14" id="en-NKJV-24603"><span class="woj">for of such is the kingdom of God.</span></span> "</i></div>
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Mark 10:14</div>
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by C. A. Hartnell, author<br />
<i>Scary Spring: Our Polio Fright of 1955</i><br />
First Book in a Four-Book Series<br />
Henderson, Nevada<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425098953102195577.post-74180714170446813842012-09-12T12:49:00.002-07:002013-03-03T13:32:59.267-08:00Unseen Power It was a long journey from the home of our missionary parents to our boarding school in Columbia. First, my sister and I got on a cargo plane with no seats. We were sitting on sacks of rice and beans when, suddenly, the plane rolled and dipped. Finally, the copilot came back to get us, and he strapped us in with him and the pilot up in the cockpit.<br />
When we landed in a little airport, we got to look at the belly of the plane—it had been riddled with bullets!<br />
The pilots got us transferred to a pick-up truck to take us the rest of the trip over the mountain. The treacherous, one-lane road was lined with cliffs and chasms on both sides of the road.<br />
Whenever we came to a curve on the hillside, the driver would honk the horn loudly to find out if anyone was coming from the other side. <br />
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As our driver drove around one bend in the road, I looked out the side window. I was surprised to see a deeply-cut chasm, cascading about 1,000 feet below the road we were on. <br />
After a long, harrowing drive, we finally arrived at our school for missionary children. <br />
One week later, a taxicab driver drove up to our school. He asked, “Did an American boy and a girl with long, black hair arrive here last week? I’d like to talk to them.”<br />
He explained why he was looking for us. “Some people hired me to drive them out of the area where the civil war had broken out. As I drove up the mountain, I was following a pickup truck with two American children in it.<br />
“The truck driver slowed down when he came to one very dangerous bend in the road. He honked, then continued around the corner. But as I watched, I only saw the left tires on the driver’s side of the truck touch the washed-out road. <br />
“The tires on the passenger side floated in mid-air. It looked like someone had placed a big sheet of glass under the tires.” <br />
“I stopped my car and walked over to see if I could drive across that part of the road with my smaller car. But there was only two feet of road left there. The rest of the roadway had broken off, leaving a great chasm of about 1,000 feet down the cliff. I had to back up my taxi to a wider section of road, turn around, and drive back down the mountain. I guessed that the children were being delivered to this school, so I drove the long way around the mountain in order to reach your school.”<br />
One of the school teachers brought my sister and me to meet the taxi driver. He shared his story and then said, “I came to find out what kind of special powers you children have.” <br />
Glenda and I told him, “We don’t have any special powers. It was God our heavenly Father who saved our lives.”<br />
Baffled, he wouldn’t believe us. He left, shaking his head. <br />
All of this reminded my sister and me that God intervenes in our lives, even when we don’t know what is going on.<br />
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<i>“Underneath are the everlasting arms.”</i></div>
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Deuteronomy 33:27</div>
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Gordon P.<br />
Beaverton, OregonUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425098953102195577.post-43986811175301580422012-09-12T11:50:00.000-07:002012-09-13T13:17:35.085-07:00No Trash Cans or Dumps In Heaven<div class="MsoNormal">
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Have you ever smelled a dumpster
being dumped into a garbage truck on a hot day? The scent of rotten garbage
reminds me of thrown-out unwanted junk. What, you may ask, does that have to do
with Heaven? Everything.</div>
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I was
born after my parents already had two boys and they had decided they did not want any more
children. My early years were full of abuse and rejection from my parents, my
brothers, and even boarders who rented a room in our house.</div>
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On birthdays and Christmas and
Easter I usually received a present from my parents. But sadly, any little mistake
I made brought down their harsh judgment. My parents would break my present and
throw it in a special trash can in my room. I was forbidden to touch it. There
it would sit for a week or so to remind me I was not wanted either.<br />
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At the age of thirteen, I heard
God tell me differently. By attending a Bible study and hearing the truth about
God’s love, I received Jesus Christ as my personal Savior. A whole new life
opened up to me as I studied and prayed: a life of total acceptance. A life God
created because He wanted me. I realized He would never throw me away or leave
me (Hebrews 13:4-5). God only wanted to heal me and keep me.</div>
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My faith in God was challenged in
1986. An accident involving three other cars left me with a traumatic brain
injury and severe short-term memory loss. </div>
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No longer of use to my husband, he
abandoned me five years later. Divorced, thrown away, not wanted, I cried out
to God. Prayer became my only source of comfort. With prayer, my relationship
with my Heavenly Father slowly deepened. His Holy Word, His Holy Spirit
increased my faith through Jesus Christ my Lord and Savior.</div>
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Before Easter several years ago,
I knew it was going to be hard to be all alone to celebrate Jesus’ resurrection.
In God’s loving way, He gave me a beautiful gift. </div>
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As I shopped for some
vitamins, I overheard the lady at the counter talk about going on a mission trip
to Managua, Nicaragua. She explained that she was going into one of the world’s largest garbage
dumps. It was the desire of her mission team to help build a home just outside
the dumps gates to rescue a few children, teach them a self-sustaining trade,
and bring more children out.</div>
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These unwanted children live in terrible
conditions amid the stench of death, the stench of unwanted junk. Young
children themselves are dumped like garbage into the dump. Some babies are left
naked on cardboard boxes—unwanted stuff.</div>
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My heart ached as I heard the
woman tell about her mission trip. I resolved to pray for her and the mission team, and also for the children.<br />
I cried out to God to tell the children: THERE ARE
NO TRASH CANS OR DUMPS IN HEAVEN.</div>
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Today’s Perspective:</div>
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After I had to sell my home, I moved
into a one-room apartment. Outside, only twenty feet away from my one and only
window, stand two smelly dumpsters. Most people would not like that, but I
count it a blessing. </div>
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Now, whenever I smell or see the
dumpsters, it reminds me to pray for the needy children in Managua. </div>
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Each day, when I hear the garbage
truck come to pick up the junk, it reminds me to pray for the little girls
being abused by the drivers who deliver their loads to the dump. Please join me
in praying for these little children.</div>
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<i>“Let your manner of life be without love of money, </i><br />
<i>being
satisfied with your present circumstances. </i><br />
<i>For He himself has said, and the
statement is on record: </i><br />
<i>I will not, I will not cease to sustain and uphold you. </i><br />
<i>I will not, I will not, I will not let you down. </i><br />
<i>So that, being of good
courage, we are saying, </i><br />
<i>The Lord is my helper. I will not fear. What shall man
do to me?”</i><br />
Hebrews 13:5-6<i> </i></div>
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Under “Sponsor a Child,” you can click “Villa Espranza”
(Village of Hope)</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425098953102195577.post-65760645434365278072012-09-11T12:33:00.000-07:002013-03-03T23:24:20.475-08:00Never too Late!<br />
We left Portland on June 3rd and are presently living here at our son's house in northern New Mexico while we wait for a rental in Nashville, Tennessee, to open up. It's been very difficult finding a rental since we don't have sufficient guaranteed monthly income.<br />
On the last day we had together with our granddaughter before her parents drove to San Francisco to work for 8 months, five-year-old Ava had begged to go fishing with David (her grandpa).<br />
Well, we finally found a reel and line in their storage unit, but no fishing pole. Also we realized it would take too much time to drive 45 minutes into town and get a license for one day.<br />
So we decided to take Ava to the resort of Red River, NM, about a half an hour's drive away. We rode up the mountain ski lift with her and when we got back down, we saw a little stream nearby where a father and teenage son were fishing.<br />
We walked over to watch the two as they cast out their lines. The water was so clear. You could see a number of fish swimming around in it.<br />
I started praying, "Dear Lord, please let a fish bite the lure so Ava can at least <i>watch</i> it get reeled in."<br />
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Then the teenager (after hearing our story of how much Ava had hoped to fish with her grandpa) kindly offered to let Ava hold his line for a while, which she really enjoyed. We could see the fish swim around the hook, but none of them would bite. All the while, I kept praying.<br />
Finally, we decided it was time to leave (since no fish were biting).<br />
Just as we turned and began to walk away, the boy suddenly hollered, "I've got one!"<br />
He generously handed Ava his pole and let her reel in the fish (with his help). She was so excited to experience actually reeling in the trout. And I was very thankful God gave her the special desire of her heart on that last day she was spending with us.<br />
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Afterwards, as we walked to our car, I felt the Lord say to me, "I answered your prayer, even after you quit praying for a fish to bite. Don't worry. I won't answer any of your prayers too late. You'll get a place to rent at the right time and the right place."<br />
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Helen (& David) Haidle<br />
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10/5/12 --- NOTE: In the middle of September (6 weeks after the above incident), one of our son's neighbors in Nashville told him that the young woman across the street would be moving out of her duplex.<br />
Because this young woman was attending a disaster training program in Florida, no one knew if she would be moving out by October 1st, or October 15th, or perhaps it would be even Nov. 1st before she finished her training and moved to the midwest.<br />
But it worked out that she was given an "emergency leave" so she could come back to Nashville and move everything out on September 29th---just when we had arrived in town and needed to move into a place of our own.<br />
It is a great BLESSING to be living across the street from our son and his family. Our two and a half-year-old grandson can be walked back and forth between our houses. This saves both of our families an incredible amount of time driving in all the traffic of the city.<br />
And even though the duplex is very small, David and I have set up our offices together in one bedroom where we are managing to work together in harmony :)<br />
We thank the Lord for the right timing and the right place for us to live! It is perfect! And it is totally <i>HIS gift</i> to us, <u><b><i>not</i></b></u> a result of our many hours of searching on the internet or of our son's searching.<br />
Also, the Lord showed us several reasons why we needed to stay in New Mexico for four months before coming here. That time also prepared us to live in a small place and be content. God is good! The Lord DID give us the right place to rent at the right time and in just the right place!<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425098953102195577.post-2280603479403815572012-09-11T11:27:00.000-07:002012-12-17T08:38:38.590-08:00Was That You, God? “What do you say we jump on the Harley and take a jaunt to our honeymoon spot in Michigan?” my husband asked.<br />
The idea sounded enticing.<br />
“Do you think we can get enough time off work?” I responded.<br />
A few more days and with preparations made, we eagerly set out under an Arizona summer sun with blue, welcoming skies to ride 680 miles.<br />
The happy occasion of our first wedding anniversary overshadowed our heavy hearts. We yearned to have children, but the latest report from my doctor was grim.<br />
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“I'm sorry,” the doctor said. “You'll never be able to bear children. In the unlikely event that you do become pregnant, your body will reject the fetus because a fertilized egg will not descend into the uterus. It will become a natural abortion.”<br />
These thoughts lingered on my mind as I bounced along behind my husband hour after hour on sometimes pot-holed roads.<br />
We wanted to reach our destination before too late in the day, so we sped along as quickly as we could with little stopping. Only God knew what He was doing as we rode.<br />
Chattering happily over the many intervening miles, we finally reached our honeymoon motel. A delightful week passed quickly and soon we were headed home.<br />
Soon after we arrived back home, I began feeling ill.<br />
“Maybe I overdid it this time,” I thought. It had been many months since we had taken the Harley out on the highway, especially on this long of a trip.<br />
A couple more weeks found me in my doctor's office. <br />
“It's a miracle pregnancy, lady!” my doctor exclaimed. “You just bounced a fertilized egg all the way down into the uterus. In eight more months, you'll be delivering a healthy baby.”<br />
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<i>Is there any question, God, but that was Your providential care? </i><br />
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What a confirmation of His love!<br />
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<i> “Your righteousness reaches to the skies, O God, </i><br />
<i>You who have done great things. </i><br />
<i>Who, O God, is like You?”</i><br />
Psalm 71:19, 20<br />
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Shirley Dechaine<br />
Tualatin, Oregon<br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">During my stay in China, </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">I went to a Korean Church out of town</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">— WAY out of town— to </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">an
old church filled with people and the Holy Spirit! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">At this church service, they
were honoring the founders of the church---the ones who were still alive. That brought tears to my eyes. These founders
were all about 80 or 90 years old, mostly crooked little bent women
with white hair, many wrinkles and short bowed legs. Most had dull
expressions. Some stood up painfully and limped.</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">Their church had been founded during the</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"> time the Japanese were occupying this part of the country and there were many years of war. </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">Later, </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">the Russians flooded in and looted everything in this area. This area also has a recent history of much hardship </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">due to </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">the Cultural Rev</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">olution</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">As
the elderly founders were called up to the front, they didn’t seem enthusiastic. None of them smiled or waved. They just stood there in front of the congregation, almost as if
they felt out of place.</span><br />
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minister, a young man, gave a glowing prayer in honor of them. I prayed
also, thinking about the hardships they must have encountered over the
years in this harsh land--and then to plant a church that has withstood
time, wars and invasion</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">s from </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">other countr</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">ies</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">When the prayer was over, these great saints still just stood silent and unsmiling
until someone from the audience shouted, "Sing a song!" </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">Without
hesitation, one small frail woman broke into song, an obvious praise to
the Lord. Immediately, all the others joined in, their voices strong, eyes
and mouths smiling, faces literally glowing! Quickly they raised their arms as they danced and twirled in their own way, giving glory to God!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">I sang along, clapping and praising, but I couldn’t sing for long. I put my face in my hands and sobbed! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">Here </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">was</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"> a group of old saints who have, like Paul said, "</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">run the good race and fought the good fight." They obviously didn’t
want glory for themselves, but wanted to give ALL glory and honor to the One
Who had sustained them! The transformation was clear. They were so
joyful in giving thanks to God and they pranced before the Lord like
young children!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">I
too, someday, want to say, "I have fought the good fight, I have run my
race!" And I hope to hear my Heavenly Father say to me, "Well done! Good and </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">f</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">aithful
servant!" </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">I know I have a long way to go before I come close to
measuring up to those old saints I saw today who have kept the faith, </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">and
I am so thankful that our loving Father doesn’t measure us against
them, but rather loves us in our own way and prods us along as we work
out our OWN </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">path</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">
before the Lord. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">I thank Him for His continued mercy and patience in
teaching me about Him. I realize even more, what a slow learner I am!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">By a friend who needs to remain anonymous</span></h2>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">As told to </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">Tom Luther</span></h2>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;">Portland, Oregon</span></h2>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425098953102195577.post-78966472032228069442012-04-19T17:29:00.000-07:002012-09-11T11:23:10.579-07:00A Woman and a Child Change Each Other’s LivesThe following is a testimony from a Forward Edge Team Member who recently took part in a mission trip to Haiti:<br />
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I love Joe Joe’s ice cream from Trader Joe’s. I was looking forward to this creamy treat when I returned home from Haiti. Having been to Haiti once, I wondered throughout this trip why God had called me back.<br />
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Every day, while washing dishes outside the feeding program, I noticed a little girl, maybe seven or eight years old, walking in the church yard. She was wearing a pink hat. If I smiled really big at her, she sometimes smiled back.<br />
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Pastor LaFleur, director of Restoration Ministries and one of Forward Edge’s partners in Haiti, shared Thursday night about when he first started his ministry. He would daily ask children roaming the streets if they went to school. “It broke my heart when they said no because there’s little future for those who cannot attend school,” he explained. It became his mission to get children into school.<br />
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The next day I saw the little girl with the pink hat. I asked her if she went to school. She said no. Pastor LaFleur was with me and continued a conversation with her, most of which I didn’t understand. But I did catch that when he asked her how old she was, she didn’t know.<br />
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After the little girl left, Pastor LaFleur filled me in. “Her name is Annette and she is a slave.” My eyes must have questioned his comment because he said it again. Tears welled up and began to pour down my face. I suddenly realized that I had never seen this girl playing like a normal child—she was always walking through the church yard like she was on some kind of errand. Pastor LaFleur went on to say that she would most likely end up uneducated and raped early in life. I had to turn away because I could not control my weeping. And yet, as I cried I wondered if this was why God had sent me on this trip.<br />
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“I will sponsor Annette if you can get her out of that situation!” I exclaimed. He looked at me in disbelief. Then he restated that she was a slave, and that her masters would not want to give her up. I pleaded, weeping, “Pastor, please try, please see what you can do. If you can get her out, I will sponsor her monthly!”<br />
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The rest of the day went by quickly, preparing to leave, but not ready to go. I was still unsure why God brought me to Haiti again.<br />
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That night, as our team debriefed, I shared the story of Annette. Soon after, Pastor LaFleur showed up. He approached the circle and said, “I have news. Annette is now part of our sponsorship program.” My heart leapt and I sobbed tears of joy. There’s much more to Annette’s story. Her father had raped her, then burned her birth certificate in her face and told her she was no longer his child. He continued to abuse her until other people took her away and made her their slave.<br />
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That last day, I learned why God had sent me back to Haiti. If I would give up Joe Joe’s ice cream and putting henna in my hair each week, I could afford to send Annette to school. It was an easy decision.<br />
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Proverbs 31:8-9 says, “Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute. Speak up and judge fairly; defend the rights of the poor and needy.”<br />
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by Vera McEwen<br />
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Vera was willing to give up Joe Joe’s ice cream. What are YOU willing to give up to change a life?<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425098953102195577.post-80634383327506596962012-04-11T11:51:00.000-07:002012-09-13T13:16:29.748-07:00Above and Beyond “Mom,” my eldest daughter said as she was leaving for middle school, “I don’t have time to pack for the retreat. Mrs. Osgood is picking me up at four o’clock. The list is on my bed. Will you pack my bag?” <br />
Even though I had more than I could do that day, I said I would. <br />
After the older girls were off to school and the two little ones cared for, I took time to look at the list. <br />
Oh, NO! The list of clothing items included a dress for a formal dinner. <br />
What was I going to do? I could probably sew something, but I could never get it finished in one day.<br />
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At this time, I was in the middle of a divorce. I was a working mom of five daughters from the ages of three to twelve years old, and I was broke. What could I possibly do? <br />
I started ironing, dampening the dresses with my tears and telling God just how bad things were turning out. <br />
Just then a car pulled into my driveway and “Emma” got out. I had hired her as a baby sitter a couple of years ago, but my kids couldn’t stand her and she didn’t like me, so she had quit in a huff.<br />
Emma was an older woman who always set out on a mission to “get this family organized.” <br />
It turned out that Emma had been hired to organize closets for a wealthy family and now she had a box of clothes they were giving away. She asked me if I wanted the assortment of clothing. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings, so I said yes. <br />
When she left, I opened the box, feeling defeated. <br />
To my amazement, on top of the pile of blouses, skirts, and tee-shirts, lay a formal gown carefully wrapped in white tissue paper. I realized it was the right size for my daughter and knew it would fit her perfectly! <br />
God had heard my cry for help. <br />
I thought about how God had helped us various times in the past, but now I knew that HE was the husband and father we could always count on. <br />
Matthew 6:28-30 says that we are not to worry about what we will wear because God knows what we need. Even King Solomon in all his glory was not adorned as beautifully as the lilies of the field. <br />
Now, God had graciously clothed my daughter in the most beautiful gown I had ever seen. Praise HIM!<br />
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“<i>Now to Him who is able to do </i></div>
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<i>exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, </i></div>
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<i>according to the power that works in us, </i></div>
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<i>to Him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus </i></div>
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<i>to all generations, forever and ever. Amen.</i>”<i> </i> </div>
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Ephesians 3:20-21 NKJV</div>
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Elsie Heuerman<br />
Vancouver, WashingtonUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425098953102195577.post-54385096817844235672012-04-11T10:20:00.000-07:002012-04-12T15:08:18.156-07:00The Divine Dance<style>
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During my time home from my studies in South Korea, I
spent a month living with my grandfather. His house was so quiet and I was
able to spend a good amount of time reading and swapping stories with
him. I learned about WWII, family history, and his travels. He heard about
my adventures in Africa and Asia, and he ate my Korean cooking.</div>
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On my last walk around the hill where my grandfather
lived, I saw a lady walking a large golden retriever with a shaggy winter
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Now it’s important to note that the reason I took a
walk this day was to clear my head. I had spent too much time reading and
thinking. As a result, my head was spinning full of ideas, questions and plans
for the near future. So I decided to walk it off.<br />
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As I approached the lady and her dog, the dog began
to bark at me even though I was more than a 100ft away. Walking closer, I could
tell the dog was friendly and so was the lady. When I was close enough to
talk to the owner, I reached down to pet the dog. </div>
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While I was petting this mass of wagging fur, the
lady explained, “My dog’s name is Jugs. I’m sure you can see that he is blind.”</div>
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Looking closer, I could see the white film clouding
the dog’s eyes. When I finished petting him, I continued on my way and
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I couldn’t have been more than five steps past that
sweet old dog, when I heard God say, “You’re a blind dog, just like Jugs.” </div>
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God’s words pierced my heart. Before I could
say, “What?” God continued, “Jugs can’t see where he’s going and
neither can you. But Jugs is happy. He has a good master who is kindly
leading him and so he just keeps walking.” </div>
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Tears streamed down my face. I realized I was truly
blind, but I don’t need to see or know where I am going because I have a kind Master
who is leading me. As long as I stay by His side, when He moves left, I
will move left. And when He moves right, I will move right, matching His steps
in a divine dance. This revelation brought me instant relief from all the
thoughts I had been turning over and over in my mind. </div>
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On my walk I expected to escape my thoughts only to discover
that God wanted to enter them and overwhelm me with his love. </div>
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<b><i>“I will instruct you and teach you in the way you
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<b><i>I will guide you with My eye.”</i></b><span style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"> </span></div>
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by Kathy Alexander, Portland, OR (teacher of English
in Korea) </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425098953102195577.post-63962762963648609312012-04-09T08:48:00.004-07:002012-09-11T11:21:23.228-07:00God Experiences Many times I have had what I call “God Experiences.” I would like to share three of those that occurred during a very difficult time when our daughter fought and lost her battle with cancer. <br />
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A few months before this happened I had attended a Prayer Renewal Workshop. The leader stressed that honesty in prayer was more important than dishonestly praying for <i>God’s will</i>, as we likely had been taught to pray.<br />
Having just learned my daughter's diagnosis, I walked down the hall silently ranting to God, complaining that I didn’t like what I had been told. It was not what I wanted for my daughter.<br />
Then it struck me. Rather than praying for God’s will, I instead, expressed my concern and fear, and therein found comfort.<br />
Years later during a guided meditation, we were asked to recall the most peaceful time in our lives. Those few minutes in the hospital immediately came to mind….<br />
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My husband’s job moved us to San Francisco. Gayle remained in our house; eventually having three friends living with her. Each had a dog.<br />
I became concerned about what was happening to our yard and the carpets. I told God how troubled I was with all of this, but I didn’t know what to do about it.<br />
While I didn’t hear a voice, I became very aware of being told to wait until June at which time everything would be all right. It was a strong enough message that I was able to let go of the problem. This took place in the early spring. By the time June rolled around, Gayle had moved into her own home. Problem solved!...<br />
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After a particularly difficult day of yet another round of chemotherapy and the ensuing nausea, vomiting, and tears of discouragement, Gayle confided that she didn’t think she could face any further treatments.<br />
Driving home, upset and feeling an urgent need to talk, I realized it was too late to call anyone. I remember hitting the steering wheel and saying, “I’ve got to talk to someone, God!”<br />
I drove into my parking space and as I did my neighbor stepped out and asked how I liked the spot light that her husband had just installed.<br />
I told her that I thought it was great, and asked, “Would you like a cup of coffee?”<br />
As it turned out, she provided me an attentive, empathetic ear. Years earlier, she had taken care of her sister-in-law who suffered the same cancer as Gayle. She truly understood what I was going through.<br />
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Do I believe a God Exists? You bet I do!<br />
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by Peg Tyo<br />
Beaverton, Oregon <br />
Excerpts from <i>Flies in the Buttermilk</i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425098953102195577.post-21198036305078018782012-04-07T16:53:00.001-07:002012-12-17T08:37:50.039-08:00Give, and It Shall Be...<i>By Pastor Randy Remington </i>- <i>Beaverton Foursquare Church</i><br />
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When I was in Bible college, I spent nights and weekends working at UPS and also for a local moving company. During that time, I felt the Lord call me to an early prayer time each morning, even though I wasn’t getting to bed until the wee hours of the morning. <br />
One of the things that came out of my prayer times was that God began to speak to me about giving.<br />
Each month I worked enough hours to pay for my college expenses, plus I had about $40 left to buy gas for my car and to purchase those little necessities like toothpaste, etc.<br />
One day, I was walking across campus with the $40 in my pocket and I saw a young couple from Uganda, whose church had sent them over here to prepare for ministry. I felt like the Holy Spirit nudged me to give them my $40. <br />
As I walked towards them, I wondered if this was a test from God. Then I felt God say to me, “I want to demonstrate My love for them through you.”<br />
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So I willingly handed them the $40 and said, “I just want you to know God loves you and cares for you.”<br />
As I walked away, I heard the young woman exclaim to her husband, “See! I told you God cares for us!”<br />
Now I felt a real surrender. I told God, “All I have is yours.” <br />
That weekend, my roommate and I went to the laundromat. We jammed all our white clothing in one washer and all our darks in another. <br />
Unfortunately, in the whites, I had left multiple ink pens in my pockets. The clothes all came out looking like they were tie-dyed. A couple of the grease pencils from UPS were in the load of dark clothes. What a disaster! In one afternoon, my roommate and I ruined all our clothing!<br />
At that time, we were invited by a family at church for Thanksgiving dinner. During dinner, the woman asked me, “What’s that spot on your sleeve?”<br />
Well, we told the story of our ruined washing, and everyone laughed. But when we left their home, the couple gave each of us $100 and told us to use it for what we needed.<br />
The day after Thanksgiving, I went shopping. After making some major purchases, I was standing in front of the Baskin Robbins counter and, out of the corner of my eye, I could see a speck of green lying on the floor—it was a $100 bill!<br />
I quickly picked it up. Then, I waited there for fifteen minutes, watching to see if anyone came searching for lost money. <br />
No one came, so I went to the information center and asked if anybody had reported that they lost some money. They told me no one had, so I could keep the money.<br />
Shortly after Thanksgiving break, I received a letter from a family in Wyoming. They enclosed a $300 check and told me to use it for whatever I may need.<br />
Now I felt the Lord prompt me, “Do you think you are going to do more for Me than I can and will do for you?”<br />
I am not advocating that you give money away so God will give you more. But I do know from experience, that God’s promises are completely trustworthy.<br />
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“Give and it shall be given unto you,<br />
good measure, pressed down, shaken <br />
together and running over.”<br />
Luke 6:38<br />
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<i>(Lived in Portland, Oregon, at this time)</i><br />
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While I waited on 87th Avenue for the traffic light to turn green so I could cross Canyon Road, my heart was full of praise to God for His forgiveness and mercy. The Lord had turned my life around. Now, I was serving Him.<br />
When the light turned green, I drove into the intersection. A sports car drove towards me from the other side of Canyon Road and paused with its signals on, waiting for me to come through the intersection so it could turn left.<br />
As I drove into the middle of Canyon Road, a sudden movement caught my eyes and I glanced to my left. <br />
A large delivery truck was barreling towards me down the hill. But the driver’s seat was empty!<br />
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I knew there was absolutely no place for the truck to pass between my car and the sports car. The front ends of our two vehicles were practically touching each other in the middle of the intersection.<br />
I screamed as loud as I could, ”JESUS!” and braced myself for the unavoidable crash.<br />
But instantly, it was like the truck drove right through our two cars. It suddenly appeared on the right side of my car as it swerved into the opposite lanes on Canyon Road and crashed against a telephone pole at the edge of the sidewalk. <br />
Fortunately, there wasn’t another car or pedestrian around at this time, so nobody was hurt.<br />
I’ll never forget the astonished look on the other driver’s face as he stared at the crashed truck. I wish I would have taken time to get out of my car and talk to him. I would have asked him what he had seen! <br />
(I found out later the truck driver had been delivering soda pop to a small grocery store on Canyon Road when the brakes of his truck failed.)<br />
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Stunned, I slowly drove the three blocks to my house, parked my car, and turned off the ignition. I closed my eyes and sent up a prayer of thanks to God.<br />
As I was praising the Lord, I never expected God would show me why my car had not been hit by the runaway truck in that incident. <br />
But, when I opened my eyes, I saw the reason. <br />
There, on the hood of my car, sat a very large, powerful angel robed in white!<br />
From that day on, the Lord has allowed me glimpses of the awesome and powerful angels He has assigned to help His children here on earth.<br />
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“Are [the angels] not all ministering spirits <br />
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Hebrews 1:14Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425098953102195577.post-35575485450897415022012-02-10T14:42:00.000-08:002012-07-20T12:00:39.132-07:00Midnight Collision <i>by Jerry & Jan Werner, Bend, OR</i><br />
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Jerry: In March 1997, my wife Jan and I drove our Priva van (with a large glass windshield in the front), pulling a fully loaded trailer from Sisters, Oregon, to an art stamp convention in Southern California.<br />
We decided to leave late at night to miss the winter storm moving in the next day.<br />
After driving through Klamath Falls around midnight, we came around a bend in the road. As our headlights lit the long stretch of highway in front of us, we could see a herd of deer standing all across the roadway.<br />
The deer stood frozen, staring at our headlights as we sped towards them at sixty-five mph. I slammed on the brakes, but I could feel our heavy trailer pushing us forward.<br />
Jan: I frantically searched for an open space where our van could drive through. But deer covered both sides of the highway. With the Priva windshield that comes right down in front of us, we could clearly see the deer directly in our pathway.<br />
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Jerry: I put my arm out in front of Jan to try and protect her. I knew there was no way I could avoid hitting the deer or going through the windshield. I heard Jan scream out at the top of her lungs, “Jesus, help us! Jesus, help us! Jesus, help us!”<br />
Jan: While I was screaming, we reached the herd, but we amazingly went right THROUGH the bodies of the herd of deer!<br />
Jerry: I brought the van to a near stop on the other side of the deer. Jan and I just stared at each other with our mouths dropped open.<br />
I told her, “Jan, there has got to be blood and guts and hooves all over the front of this van.” Yet we never felt one thing! Not even the slightest nudge.<br />
When we arrived at the California–Oregon border fruit inspection center just past a town called Dorris, we stopped where there were lots of lights and got out of the van. My legs felt like jello. We looked all over the front of our van, but we found nothing wrong, not even one scratch!<br />
Jan: I can remember at the time, that if the windshield hadn’t been there, I could have reached out to pet the deer in front of us. We seemed to go through the herd in slow-motion.<br />
Jerry: I couldn’t understand how we and our car stayed solid and yet we transparently floated through the deer as if they weren’t even there.<br />
I was especially glad Jan was with me in the car, because if I had come home and told her the story of what happened, she would have thought I’d been smoking whacky-tobaccy again and had some kind of hallucination. Jan and I are so opposite. I’m the dreamer, the artist. She is rock solid. She has to know for sure something is real.<br />
Both of us experienced a miracle beyond our imagination! If God had not intervened, we would have died or at least been seriously injured. I also realized there was no gap between the end of Jan’s prayer and the start of the miracle. She cried out and God miraculously answered!<br />
Soon after we got home from the convention, I sat down and opened my Bible. When I looked down, I saw this verse:<br />
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“[God] will deliver the needy who cry out.” Psalm 72:12 NIV<br />
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Jerry & Jan Werner<br />
Werner Graphics www.wernergraphics.com<br />
Redmond, Oregon<br />
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During World War II, I flew a special P38 plane on daily spy missions to Germany from an air base in England. My plane was equipped with cameras to monitor enemy troop movements on the ground.<br />
One cloudy day as I flew back to the base, the flight instruments on my plane quit working. I tried everything to keep the plane from stalling, but it tipped downward in a 500 mile-per-hour nosedive into the city of London. <br />
My heart sank. I knew I was flying over a heavily populated area. Frantically, I tried to pull up the nose of my plane to stop its steep dive. <br />
When the plane finally broke through the clouds about a hundred feet above London, it suddenly switched directions and headed back up in the clouds at a 45-degree angle.<br />
I didn’t know why the plane had changed directions so quickly—until I looked out the window.<br />
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I was astonished to see an eight-foot-tall angel in a long white robe standing beside the left wing of my plane. The angel’s flowing robes and golden hair were completely unruffled and unaffected by the wind.<br />
I didn’t have much time to think about this since my plane’s instruments still didn’t work. Shortly, when the airplane reached a higher altitude, I knew I had to parachute out but I didn’t have any idea what would happen to me or to the plane, or where both of us might finally end up crashing. <br />
My parachute landed me in the backyard of an old London pub. The bartender, along with a crowd of people, rushed out to greet me with a tall mug of beer in his hands. <br />
I graciously refused the beer, explaining that I didn’t drink. <br />
Soon a photographer arrived who took a picture of me and my parachute. Then, they helped arrange transportation for me to return to my air base.<br />
The next day, my hometown newspaper in Portland, Oregon, printed that picture with an article about me on their front page. One of my friends saw it and he took the newspaper to show my wife. It was the first news my wife and mother had heard about me in many weeks. <br />
I found out later that my plane crashed in another London backyard, but no one was injured. I think it all was God’s answer to the faithful prayers of my wife Harriet and my mother!<br />
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“God will give his angels charge over you, to guard you in all your ways. <br />
On their hands they will bear you up, lest you dash your foot against a stone.”<br />
Psalm 91:11<br />
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William “Bill” Brabham <br />
Aloha, Oregon<br />
Entered God’s Glory 1997<br />
(Husband of Harriet Brabham - Hearthstone, Beaverton, Oregon)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425098953102195577.post-75342134544671420292012-02-01T21:55:00.001-08:002012-07-20T12:20:01.941-07:00Touch of Spirit<i style="color: #666666;">by Jim Stanley, Beaverton, OR </i><br />
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There it is . . . still smoking from a fiery crash! A blackened shell, the remains of a 727, lay in the center divider of two runways at the Venezuelan airport. Forty-nine people died! <br />
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The year was 1983. I was to report for a one-month United Nations hydrologic project in Caracas, Venezuela. <br />
“I’m going, too!” my wife Arlene proclaimed upon learning of the assignment. <br />
Preparations began, buying new luggage and summer clothes appropriate for the tropics, plus contacting our church secretary for names of missionaries in Venezuela. Much to our delight, the secretary informed us about a husband and wife team ministering in Caracas. <br />
We prayed for travel protection, insight into my new job requirements, and also “hitting it off” with the missionaries.<br />
The morning after we arrived at the Caracas International Airport, I went to the office of the Director of Venezuela’s Natural Resources for a briefing. As the briefing drew to a close, the officer surprised me by handing me a check for the entire thirty–day assignment. <br />
After stopping by a local bank to cash the check, I returned to our hotel. <br />
“Guess what I’ve got in my briefcase?” I said as I emptied the case, full of paper Bolivars on the bed. We both laughed as we exclaimed, “How rich we are!” <br />
Our richness was short lived. The next day, headlines on the local newspaper declared: <br />
BOLIVAR DEVALUED . . . 58 PERCENT! <br />
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The decision was to stay and work until the money ran out. After a discussion with the director regarding yesterday’s devaluation, they agreed a shorter stay was acceptable. <br />
A surprise awaited me upon my arrival from work!<br />
Arlene had contacted the missionaries, and they had invited us to dinner. Leslie also said, “We know what the devaluation has done to us. It must have affected you the same. Gary and I will be making a two-week visitation to the back country churches. Because the house we live in is God’s house, you and Jim can stay here while we’re gone. So pack your bags and be ready to go when Gary comes to get you!” <br />
Definitely a big surprise! “Praise God!”<br />
That evening at dinner, the four of us hit it off, so much so that Gary and Leslie invited us to stay in God’s house for the entire time of my assignment. <br />
Now I could relax and concentrate on the project. <br />
At the start of the third week of work, my colleagues informed me that the coming weekend was a national three–day holiday. The staff insisted I should also take Friday off and fly to the city of Merida in the southern Andes. <br />
“Be sure to ride the cable car to the 15,000 ft. elevation,” said one of the staff. “It provides a panoramic view of the Andes Mountains.” <br />
The secretary immediately telephoned AVENSA, the local airline, for a 10 a.m. Friday flight to Merida. She was about to call a hotel in Merida for a reservation when, suddenly, I felt a very strong check in my spirit and told her to change it. <br />
Surprised, she replied, “I don’t understand why you would take only three days off and not four.”<br />
“I want to work the full week on the project,” I said. It was important for me to complete this job with integrity.<br />
So for me it became a Saturday, Sunday, and Monday holiday. Plane reservations were made for a late Friday afternoon flight.<br />
We had settled in the airport waiting room when Arlene suddenly elbowed me in the ribs. <br />
“Hey! Why’d you do that?” I asked tersely. <br />
Silently, with a concerned look on her face, Arlene directed my attention across the aisle to a man reading a newspaper. At first, I didn’t comprehend why she wanted me to look. <br />
Suddenly my eyes focused upon the extra large bold black headlines that screamed:<br />
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AVENSA INFERNO. 49 MUERTO. <br />
(Avensa Airplane Inferno. 49 Dead.)<br />
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<i>“Go near and listen to all that our Lord God says.”</i>Deuteronomy 5:27<br />
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James Stanley<br />
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I had plenty I could say. Not usually at a loss for words, I was stymied and reduced to tears. My son is a master of logic and he knew just the right words that would shut me up.<br />
Granted, living conditions were sparse at the moment, but it was a roof and hot meals. Two years before, my marriage had nose-dived in an ugly episode of domestic violence. <br />
In a protective mode, I separated myself and my teenage son from the situation as I sought the Lord for answers. Five months later, I was in nursing school in a private, accelerated program.<br />
Now, at forty-three years old, this late bloomer had a better way of providing for my household. All those years as a nurses’ aide and the preparatory sciences had paid off. <br />
We left Southern California for a smaller community and my son was okay with that decision, I thought.<br />
As a night nurse, one of the dilemmas I faced was sleep deprivation. This was my emotional state when my son came into the house, awakening me mid-afternoon. Harsh words were exchanged.<br />
In a terse voice, John’s words caught me totally off-guard. “And what has God ever done for you, Mom?”<br />
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He knew the past—brokenness, faults and failures. He knew all our struggles and that I felt I had failed him. Embarking on adulthood at nineteen, he spoke volumes in that one question.<br />
I was speechless.<br />
One night many years later, I was awake, my Bible open. I did not hear an audible voice or see a vision, but the internal nudge was clear and directed. “Pick up your pen and write what I tell you.” <br />
This type of an exchange with the Lord has only happened to me several times in my life. The first one was at the age of fifteen, the second one just before entering nursing school, and now.<br />
Finally, God was giving me the answer to John’s long-ago question, only it wasn’t just for me. <br />
That night, the idea of the “Treasure Chest Legacy” was conceived, giving every believer an opportunity to leave a written legacy of what God has done for them. <br />
Scripture is clear. Share, tell, write down for present and subsequent generations what great things God has done for you. (Deuteronomy 6:6-9)<br />
The Treasure Chest Legacy ministry has required me to go into deeper layers of repentance, relinquish judgmentalism, and seek the face of God as I never have before.<br />
What has God done for me? <br />
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He has tuned me to His whisper and nudges. <br />
What has God done for you? <br />
Enjoy the adventure.<br />
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<i>“Let this be written for a future generation,</i><br />
<i>that a people not yet created may praise the Lord.”</i><br />
Psalm 102:18<br />
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Joanne Valiando, author & speaker<br />
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Treasure Chest Legacy Journal<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425098953102195577.post-49994410648393640862012-01-26T18:39:00.000-08:002012-07-20T11:51:59.001-07:00Move That Mountain<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i style="color: #666666;">by Helen Haidle, Tigard, OR </i><br />
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When I was in junior high, my family lived in temporary army barracks housing where I shared a very small bedroom with my younger brother. My dad’s teaching income just wasn’t sufficient to buy a house, but I longed for a real home and especially a room of my own. <br />
One Sunday, our pastor preached a sermon about Jesus and the fig tree, and the words spoken by Jesus came alive to me: <br />
<i> “If you have faith and do not doubt, you will not only do what was done to this fig tree, but if you say to this mountain, ‘Be removed and be cast into the sea,’ it will be done. Whatever things you ask in prayer, believing, you will receive.”</i> Matthew 21:21-22<br />
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For me, the biggest "mountain" in my life was getting out of those army barracks and into our own home. So I began asking the Lord for a house . . . one where I could have my own bedroom with pink walls and flowered curtains. <br />
For two-and-a-half years, I prayed in faith, trusting God to answer. I trusted God’s promise so completely that when I got up in the morning, I would look out the window at the vacant lot across the street, fully expecting that God could even place a house there for our family. <br />
In my naivety, I didn’t think about the fact that if God did put a house on that lot, the home wouldn’t belong to our family, but to the owners of the lot!<br />
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One day in May while grocery shopping with my mother, I saw a notice about the Pillsbury Bake-off Contest. I grabbed an entry form and took it home. I sent two recipes to the Baking Contest, but after I mailed them out, I forgot all about it.<br />
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1954 Pillsbury Baking Contest</td></tr>
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In October, I received a phone call from the Pillsbury Baking Company. <br />
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The man on the phone informed me that I had been selected as one of twenty junior winners to go to New York City and participate in their annual "Bake-off" contest. I was so stunned that I didn't even hear the man explain that they would be coming to my hometown the next week to take some photographs (see the picture at the end of the story).<br />
During the next two months, I practiced baking my cookies so I'd be ready for the bake-off. But neither my parents nor I ever dreamed I would win any prize. Not those plain little butter cookies with a fork mark! Mother and I considered it a great prize just to go to New York City, all expenses paid! I think she was even more excited than I was!<br />
Baking my cookies in the Waldorf Hotel Ballroom was an incredible experience. As I looked at the rest of the contestants baking around me, I wondered how I ever got there! The beautiful cakes, pies, tortes, rolls, and other fancy entries were a sight to behold. I knew it was only God!<br />
At the Awards Banquet on the day after the Bake-off, they announced the winners. I was absolutely shocked when they announced I had won the Junior Second Prize! Tears streamed down my face as I tried to find my way from our table up to the stage. A kind man came alongside me, took my arm and led me to the stage stairway. Receiving the award was a most humbling experience. I knew it wasn’t because of my expert baking skills. This award was God’s merciful answer to my fervent prayers.<br />
When I look back, I realize how the second place award of $2,000 was God's perfect answer to my prayers. If I had won the first place award of $3,000, it would have more more than we "needed" and it also would have involved photographers and interviews for magazine articles which featured the the first place Junior winner.<br />
I really couldn't have taken all the publicity given to Nancy (the lovely farm girl from Kansas who won first place), and our little barracks home was not very photogenic either! Also, if I had won the third place award of $1,000, it would NOT have been sufficient for a down payment on a house.<br />
But, back in 1955, that second place award of $2,000 was just exactly the right amount we needed. And several months later, after giving a tithe to the Lord of $200 (which purchased a cross, candles,, and a communion set for our mission church), the Lord brought along the perfect house that just happened to come on the market, at just the right time. That is a story in itself!<br />
On the day of our move, my mother, brother, and I gathered around the piano (another amazing gift of God that came with the house), and we all sang while my father played the hymn, "Now Thank We All Our God." All of us knew that house was God's gift --- an incredible answer to nearly three years of prayer. And, as I'm sure you can imagine . . . I finally got to enjoy a room of my own with pink walls and flowered curtains!<br />
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The recipe belongs to Pillsbury. Find it on p. 220 of:<br />
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Everyone has a story—a story with the power to impact us in a special way. When an individual in this book shares what happened in his or her life, one central character emerges: GOD—the God of the Universe!<br />
Actually, all these stories are God’s stories. God is the Giver, the Revealer, the Redeemer, the Encourager, the Forgiver, the Helper, the Rescuer, the Provider, the Savior and the Friend.<br />
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How this book got started:<br />
In my early teen years, my mother taught me embroidery. While we
sewed together, Mother would recount the inspirational stories of her life. She told me how my grandmother was instantly healed of a terrible skin disease when a traveling "circuit-rider" Assembly of God preacher prayed for her.<br />
Mother also told how all her
relatives in South Dakota would gather together Sunday evenings to sing
hymns and to pray as they struggled through hot summers, failed crops, sickness, and
harsh winters. <br />
Many times, I asked Mother to retell the story of the angel who appeared to my Uncle Johnny shortly before he died of cancer.<br />
I would ask to hear the stories over and over, especially how the Lord held my mother’s hand at the lowest point in her life (this story is in the book).<br />
Forty years later, in the hospital and at the point of death, my mother
came out of a coma and told the nurse and my brother that she had a
vision of a large door in front of her. She thought she was at heaven's
gate, so she prepared herself to meet the Lord, asking once again for
His mercy and forgiveness and declaring her trust in Jesus as her
Savior.<br />
Then she waited . . . but the door did not open.<br />
After a pause, Mother said out loud, "Well, the door isn't opening and
I'm know I'm not going to die right now. The Lord just told me, 'Not
yet, Ella. I have work for you to do.'" After that mother slipped into
another coma.<br />
My mother lived five more years and only God knows
how much "work" she accomplished through her prayers and intercession three
times a day for all her family, and for many other people. On the day of her funeral, many people asked each other, "Now who will pray for us?"<br />
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A few years before she died, my mother did take time to write out many stories of her life and also about my father's last six weeks of life. I have always wanted to share her stories of faith with others. Some of those stories are in this book.<br />
My prayer is that these stories and testimonies from my mother as well as from many other people will inspire others to trust God and to write down and share their own stories of God's faithfulness. It's one way we truly give God the glory!<br />
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