Life…..And Then There’s Two–Part Two

(Originally Posted 10-2-2017)

It was a day like any other day.  I remember it as if it were yesterday.  I was changing out the pump signs with our new specials and making sure our gassing stations were clean and tidy.  I had committed to the Lord to use my business as a lighthouse in the community for his glory, which we did every day.  People began to seek out our convenience store for a place to shop, noting that the scrolling sign on the pump telling them that “Jesus Loves You” brought them great encouragement. I offered customers hope through a smile, word of encouragement and a gospel tract anyone could pick up free of charge. I also offered local ministries and churches the opportunity to make extra money by having a car wash on my lot. I was cautioned against doing this due to the cost, since we were already experiencing financial difficulties, but I knew the cost was low compared to the change in the atmosphere of our community that was bearing the existence of four active gangs.  I knew I was where I was supposed to be, doing what I was supposed to be doing and for as long as God allowed me to be there, I would continue forward.

One of the men in a local ministry I was helping came up to me and asked me a question.  It was as if he had been painted on from head to toe.  I mean, the man loved tattoos.  But who was I to judge. Then the man added, “When God saved me, I looked in the mirror and I had doubts.”  He went on to say, “God told me he saw my heart and change would start there.”  I knew what he meant.  God’s grace.  Then I heard it.  “The Voice.”  You know—that soft voice.  That whisper.  It said, “Will you consider him?”  In my heart, I knew what it meant.  God already told me he was preparing to bring me a husband and together we would spread the gospel of Jesus Christ around the world.  At first, I didn’t think much of it. But it was persistent.

As the days and weeks went on, me and this man would have more conversations. Before you know it, we began to pray for one another.  Even though there were obvious differences, I knew what God was able to do—after all, I knew what God did for me. I was cautioned by those who knew me.  I was cautioned by those who knew him.  This is what is called being surrounded by Godly counsel, as God says there is safety in the counsel of many.  Here’s where a person is supposed to “heed to Godly counsel.”  I might add, this is not a time for the righteousness of God to become prideful.  After all, I knew it was God’s voice I heard. Right??   Time went on and we eventually became engaged to be married.  The rings were bought.  The date was set.   Now, here’s where many people may have their own opinions, but I’ve learned, there is a reason God sets certain boundaries for us to follow—not so we can have a boring life, but for our own good, safety and well being.

What happened next shook me to the core on the foundation God had so painstakingly built for me to be planted on.  A person’s true character is seen not when things are good or events are running smoothly.  A person’s true character is seen when the fire is the hottest, and the fire that was set ablaze against us was burning hotter and hotter.  It was only weeks before we were to be married.  Plans were being made and it seemed things were coming together as planned. I had not been feeling well but was at a loss to understand why—probably just because I was making another one of the biggest life-changing decisions of my life.  Then the final straw was placed on what became known as the pile of sinking sand.  I found out I was pregnant.

In an instant, I felt myself spiral into a place of utter aloneness.  One could best describe it as a place of complete darkness.  Thoughts of myself as the minister God called me to be were suddenly thrown into a heap of “you failed” and “you’re worthless” all over again.  To add fuel to the fire, I remembered him growing anxious because I kept putting off the wedding.  I had that “stinging feeling within me” and I voiced my concerns to him.  I said, “What’s wrong with waiting?  If its meant to be, it will be.”  He agreed, so we waited—a little while longer.  My mind began racing from thoughts of his voicing his restlessness for waiting to get married to “what is everyone going to think.”  I didn’t have the feelings of security of “Well, we’re almost married. It’s going to be all right.”  There was nothing all right about what I was going through, what I was feeling and what I was thinking.  My barometer of grace seemed to be sucked dry and I was at a loss to process it all.

Truth came in a matter of days.  I met with him and told him I was pregnant.  Quite frankly, his reaction came of no complete surprise to me, however, I was hopeful this was all just a bad dream, we would get married and everything would be okay.  Not.  He became angry and threw the papers in his hand and said, “This is just great. How far along are you?”  The conversation ended with, “I need to be alone for a while.” We met only a few more times after that.  I finally accepted the fact he simply was not ready to be married, nor was he ready to be a father.  He became quite relieved to hear me admit to it and with that, he left.  He tucked himself away in the company of those who provided for all his needs.  A place for him to become a stronger man to deal with his life.

As for me, I was left alone to handle everything.  I had been down the road of taking responsibility before. I took responsibility for myself and my daughter after the abusive marriage.  I would take responsibility for this too—even though it was certainly not all of my own doing.  I was silent for a time.  My secret was still my own for a while.  I tried to sit down to the piano and find solace.  It didn’t work.  I tried to read God’s word. I couldn’t take it in.  I tried to pray.  I felt as if I was talking to the walls.  Thoughts of losing all God promised me once again plagued my thoughts. My heart was broken.  My soul was vexed.  All I could hear was “you’re no good.”   I finally stormed through the house crying and yelling at the top of my lungs, “Is this it?  Have it done it now?  Have I gone too far this time?  Have I exhausted my grace account?” After what seems like forever, the Lord spoke, “It’s just going to be harder.”

The next day, I was standing at my kitchen sink looking into the front yard.  I heard it again.  The Voice.  That whisper.  “You know how to take care of this problem.  It doesn’t have to be a problem for you.”  Instantly, I felt the power of God come upon me and I said out loud, “Satan!  You’re a liar! And you’re defeated by the blood of the lamb and the word of my testimony!  I will have this baby!”

I was finally able to gather the courage to speak to the pastor of the church who had supported us until the time I became engaged.  As difficult as all of this had been to process, he said something that set me free, at least enough to see it with a little clearer perspective.  He said, “Having a baby out of wedlock is not the sin.  It’s what you did to get pregnant that’s the sin.”  We had a good conversation.  In a stately manner, he said “You know abortion is out of the question.”  I was then able to tell him “the rest of the story” about that morning he read from Jeremiah—that morning God chose to meet with me by divine intervention and face having had two abortions while I was previously married.  It was also in that conversation with him I was able to tell him how Satan had tried to tempt me to do just that—abort another precious gift from God—the child I was pregnant with.  No.  Satan would not win this time.  Not again.

I made a vow to God that day. I told God I wanted his best for my life and if I needed to stay single in order to get it, that was okay for me—and I meant it. The years ahead would prove to be very challenging to say the least.  Some of our greatest challenges can become some of our greatest losses.  Sometimes, those losses can bring some of our greatest blessings.  The Lord prepared me though.  He knows I remind him often enough that he tells us he will not keep us in the dark, J.  He told me to prepare to go back to school and that if I would pursue a career in medical transcription, I would be able to work and provide for my kids all while being able to stay at home with them and not have to depend on someone else to care for them.  This is something I longed for.  God knows the desires of our hearts and whatever those may be, he will work things together to get us where we need to be to receive them.  He certainly did for me.

God also knows the plans he has for us and in that he will also work all things together for our own good.  I knew my business was struggling financially but I always reminded God that his word said I should owe no one anything but to walk in his love, so I expected a miracle.  I was not opposed to leaving the business—I just didn’t want to leave it while being in debt.  Sometimes, the Lord’s grace will deliver us so we do not have to walk through the fire.  Sometimes, the Lord’s grace will carry us so we are not overtaken by the floods.  Sometimes, God’s grace will rise within us and make us stronger than we could ever imagine, enough to walk through the fire and the flood.  I knew God was faithful and I knew he had always been good to me.  So, I knew he would see me and my two children through the yet another devastating season when I would be forced to close my business (by reason of inability to become financially soluble).

I started at the business as manager with low sales and increased a small kiosk business to more zeros per year than I had ever seen with my own eyes in my life.  It was my livelihood.  It was my baby.  It was my identity.  I felt lost and the rejection I encountered was more than I could bear.  I had been trying to sell my home so I could downgrade, but time would prove it was not on my side.  I lost everything.  I withdrew.  I couldn’t fathom what was next for us.  Unknowns.  Uncertainties.  But all eyes were on me to provide and “fix it.”

But God…  and Only God…   His plan is perfect.  His timing is perfect.  When I finally conceded to that, I was finally able to breath.  Through my family’s suggestion, I found my way into school. Amazingly, I remembered the word God spoke to me a year earlier.  Indeed, this school had a medical transcription course.  My heart was overjoyed!  My daughter was eight years old and my son was four months old. Talk about a new beginning.  It would take three years, but I did it.  I made it through school—not with just one, but with two degrees. And, I made it through with honors, a 4.0 GPA.  I achieved the highest honor as the overall outstanding student and was the keynote speaker of my class.  I saw the glory of the Lord pierce through the darkness of every negative word I had ever heard about myself.  God never ceases to amaze me with what he can do with willingness and effort.  Amazing Grace—God’s love for us.

I’ve known for quite some time that my life is not my own.  God has called me to something greater than I can fathom and through it all, he has never changed his mind with what that will be.

We all meet at the crossroads of “life” and “convenience,” “trust and obey” and “do it my own way.”  Each choice brings its own set of circumstances, ups and downs, goods and bads.  No, life is not a crapshoot.  God has a plan.  He has a perfect plan, a perfect will.  God also gives us a choice.  God tells us to choose life.  Not because he a “stick in the mud” with a bunch of rules and regulations to make our lives boring, and deem our lives insignificant.  And, no.  God does not sit on his throne with a scepter in his hand ready and waiting to knock us over the head when we make a mistake.  God loves us.  All of us.  Is life hard?  Yes.  Is life fair?  No.  But even so, God is good and He wants his best for us.  I was eventually able to forgive him for walking out on us. Just like I was able to forgive my ex-husband for all he did to us.  I was also able to forgive myself for what I had done.   Because of God’s grace.  Choose life.  Choose his way.  Choose his plan.  His way is not always the easiest, but it is always the best.  He wants us to have his best along the way.  Seek him and you will find him. And, wherever life may find you today, just know, God loves you even when you make mistakes.  I know his love is what keeps me going.  Yes, Lord, I know “You Love Even Me.”

Life…..And Then There’s Two–Part One

(Originally Posted 10-2-2017)

Promises, promises.  I held on to them for dear life.  They were my hope.  They were my anchor.  I hung on to them for dear life and I wasn’t going to let anyone take them from me.  I held them close to my heart.  In fact, for many of them, only me and God knew.  That’s how I liked it.  That’s how I wanted it.  I never uttered a peep. That’s how I knew they were safe.  Just between me and God.

As my daughter and I continued to live and grow, the Lord continued to show himself faithful.  We had our valleys no doubt, but all in all, I could finally see God’s hand of favor on our lives and he constantly reaffirmed his promise to me for good and not harm, a future and a hope, and that is what kept me going through each valley.  I felt a shift in our circumstances in that I saw my daughter smile when we were together.  In fact, we finally started connecting in the simplicity of living day to day.  Yet, there was still that “thing” inside me that wished I had made better choices.  I wished I had never taken the wrong turn.  I wished I had trusted God more to finish what he started in me so long ago.  I wished so much…I wished with so much regret I wondered if I would ever realize the fullness of what I knew God called me to do.

Then it happened.  That meeting.  That encounter with God that changed me forever.  It was a Tuesday night in October.  The Fall air was beginning to set in but it was still plenty warm outside. Me and a friend was invited back to my “hometown church” where I served after my father was killed in the accident. It was one of those old fashioned tent revivals.  A place where you could lift you hands to praise and shout “Halleluiah!  Amen!”  I got to see so many friends in a church where I once worshiped.  It was a great night.  I felt like I was walking on air.

I came home and the next night, I resumed service at my current church, which was also in revival.  It was a Wednesday night.  The service was powerful.  The Holy Spirit was strong and the message was well-received.  I found myself in tears and could not even speak to anyone at the end of service.  I went home and could not make sense of the sudden shift in my emotions.  I woke up the next morning (Thursday morning), still in a fog—still such a heaviness in my spirit.  I knew I had to go to work.  I prayed and prayed but could not find relief. Why were my emotions on such a roller coaster?  Why had I gone from such a “high” to such a “low” in a matter of hours?  It made no sense.

Finally, I pounded my fist on the kitchen table and said to God, “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on!”  Like a movie playing in my mind, the Lord took me through memories of when I was at my hometown church after my dad died. I was one of the church pianists.  God showed me how I had served as fill-in to a community church when they had no pianist and how God had used me to bring the music to my then pastor’s revival circuit.  He reminded me of the connections he made for me through local quartets and the encouragement they gave me regarding the music ministry God had given me.  Then the Lord showed me where I was at the present time.  He showed me how even through the bad marriage we were in, the Lord gave me strength to step out and attend the current church I was currently attending as a “safe place,” and so they could start praying for us.  He showed me how if it had not been for the prayers of the people at my current church, the Satan would have caused my ex-husband to be consumed with paranoia and we would have been killed. The Lord showed me how even though I took a wrong turn, he never left me and he caused me to be delivered and placed me at a church where once again, I was serving through the gift of music he gave me.  The Lord then asked me, “Can’t you see? I’ve restored you.”  I was stunned.  Yes, once again, with a tear-soaked face, all I could do was worship my savior.

The Lord then spoke to me and said, “Many of my people are hurting. Tell my people that I love them and I want them to come to me so I can heal them. Time is running out and I need my people working. I will use your life to bring me glory.”

I was speechless. How could God love me so much that He would still choose to use someone like me after all I had done?  I was so in love with my savior I could scarcely find the words to utter my praise to him.  The Lord began to tell me some of the things he was preparing for me—really great things that I held deep in my heart and well within God’s keeping power.  The date was October 19, 1996.  God had already anointed me to write and earlier that year, I asked God to give me a song that I could give back to him, to bring him glory. The song, “You Love Even Me” would become prophetic for even me, as this year ended and the next year began to unfold.

I stayed on that “mountain top” for a long time. Our lives were becoming more settled and my direction clearer.  Then it happened.  In my normal course of daily living, I had another encounter—of the unholy kind.  I had for most of my life walked with compassion in my heart for others—since I was a little girl.  That’s how God made me.  After God’s deliverance and healing in my life from certain destruction, I held deep reverence for God and for the commissioned call he had on my life.  What I did not clearly understand was the enemy who seeks to steal, kill and destroy.  What I didn’t clearly understand was when God opens our ears to hear, we must learn to discern. We must not allow ourselves to be deceived while we walk in compassion for others. What I had not been fully prepared for was as much as I loved my savior, there was still work that needed to be done in me. I needed understanding that goes with knowledge. I needed wisdom that goes along with that new level of faith and upward movement from glory to glory. I needed to take God at his word and never waver from his truth. I needed to crucify my flesh and above all, I needed to guard my heart.

With my own life, I already knew how God’s grace was able to save a soul and change a life. My life was far from perfect, so for God to reach down and lift me out of a pit and set me on a firm foundation only confirmed to me that he could do it for anyone.

The Lord’s Lullaby–The Story Behind The Song

(Originally Posted 10-1-2017)

I’ve grown to the point in my life, I realize everything we go through in this life is an opportunity to give up and say “I’m done” or choose life and say “I’ll take one more step.” This is the story behind the song The Lord’s Lullaby.

In November 2009, I witnessed one of the greatest possible experiences I believe I’ve ever encountered. I was invited to witness my oldest grandson’s birth. Well…I was allowed to be in the room, anyway. Too exciting for words. To hold a tiny person who was not from you but still a part of you was more to take in than I have the ability or words to express. I was filled with awe and wonder. When he was a few weeks ago, I was holding him while I was in my mother’s kitchen and I heard this tune playing over and over in my head. I found myself singing it to him over and over as a lullaby, which was soothing to him, and me.

It would be about two years later I would embark on one of the most difficult seasons of my life. A season ordained in time for me to face my own need for full disclosure. It was time for me to face what I had done 20 years earlier. I didn’t realize how much a choice I made 20 years ago not only affected me, but everyone in my family as well.

The year was 1991, August. I was married. Not a good marriage either. I found myself surviving, not thriving. My daughter was two years old and life was difficult. I found out I was pregnant again, eight weeks pregnant. I reasoned within myself it was not fair to bring a child into a situation like we were in, so I had an abortion. In December of the same year, I found out I was six weeks pregnant. Our situation was not better, so I had another abortion.

In February of the next year, I found myself unable to cope and I planned suicide. I cried out to God and said, “Just take me home, I can’t handle anything anymore.”  He showed me a picture of my daughter’s face in my mind and told me if I couldn’t find the strength to go on for myself, I’d better find it for her because she needed me. So I tightened up the bootstraps and went forward. I buried everything.

Five years later I was at church and the first words out of my pastor’s mouth was, “I knew you before you were formed in your mother’s womb.”  I did not realize it was Sanctity of Life Sunday morning. I grabbed my Bible and my keys and said to myself, “When every head is bowed and every eye is closed, I’m outta hear. I can’t handle this.”  The Lord spoke to me and said “No, I want you to stay.  You need to hear this.” So I stayed. I can’t remember anything that was said. I never raised my head. I never stopped crying.

I then remembered each visit to the abortion clinic. I remembered seeing other women sitting in the waiting room.  I remembered being taken into a counseling room and a woman asked me, “Are you sure this is what you want to do?” I remembered being on the table in the procedure room. I remembered seeing the doctor and the nurse.  I remembered hearing the sounds of the suction of the machine used to perform the abortion. I remembered the pain.

I left the church that morning as fast as I could. I got home and I cried for hours until I had no strength. I didn’t know I could cry so many tears. I couldn’t comprehend how I could have done such a thing, not only once, but twice. I said to God, “I should die for what I’ve done.” The Lord spoke to me, and He said “Just as I am here with you now, I was with you then and I still love you.” I knew by the end of the day that God had forgiven me.

But it wouldn’t be until the summer of 2011 that I could forgive myself. By divine connections, I began volunteering at a pregnancy resource center who also sponsored an abortion recovery and healing program.  For several weeks, we went through layers and layers of reasons, ill-effects and processes of how to overcome knowing you are personally responsible for ending your own child’s life. Incomprehensible.

I went through memory after memory of that time in my life while I was married, of how I felt like I was dying inside and knowing my daughter was affected by my inability to give more of me. I thought of how much I loved her but struggled to show her more of the love I had for her. I realized for the first time that as my daughter got older and would tell me she felt I was smothering her and not allowing her to go to places her friends could attend was deeply rooted in my fear of something bad happening to her–a form of PTSD, a very real after effect of having an abortion. I remembered if I saw a baby, I would smile but I did not want to be anywhere close to one, not realizing it was because of the loss I experienced but never grieved and an emptiness for which I never shed a tear.

Having the abortions caused depression and inability to trust others.  It affected my relationships and ability to get close to anyone.  Having the abortions caused me to doubt my ability to accomplish anything good, my ability to be a good mother to my daughter and moreover, I felt like I was a complete failure. I never spoke about having an abortion, even after that Sunday morning on Sanctity for Life. I couldn’t. I was sure I would be shunned as an outcast. It wasn’t that I didn’t have support at the church where I went. I was simply too broken to take a chance on being rejected by those who at the time where the only source of stability I had.

Through a series of divine appointments and TBN, the Lord, very patiently and lovingly took me by the hand and let me know he loved me and he would never let me go. It wouldn’t be until I saw a late night talk show on TBN who took phone calls on the topic of the night that I was finally able to briefly tell my story–but only anonymously.

That summer of 2011 marked a new beginning in my life. My children now bear their rightful names and they were properly memorialized for the lives God gave them. And, I was able to put a voice to my grief in a poem, which continues to bring healing and strength to me. I not only faced my own brokenness and was able to finally place it in the hands of Jesus to heal me and restore my soul, I was able to tell my children, my mother, my brother and my sister there are two little ones they never met who they will one day meet when they get to heaven. I didn’t know how it would turn out. Would they get mad and disown me? Would they yell and scream? There was mixed emotions. But as my family has proven over and over, love endures all things.

Through the course of my ministry, I have encountered those who have had abortions and tell of the difficulties they too have endured as a result of making their choice to abort their pregnancies. I have met those who are determined we have a choice and I should just accept that fact and “get over it!” And of course, there are those who are complacent and indifferent. Complacent and indifferent I can never be. There are simply too many lives at stake.

I owe my life to Jesus Christ and the many people who have prayed for me and pray for those who have gone through abortions. Abortion is something we can stop. Not only does abortion end a human life, when a woman gets pregnant, her body and brain is forever imprinted with the physiological changes her body makes after conception. This cannot be denied and needs to be realized by all, before more damage is done to those left behind. Denial does not make this go away. Although having an abortion may seem to solve an immediate “problem,” the after effects will last for a lifetime.

I now have three beautiful grandchildren who I have the great delight in hearing them call me “granny.” “Children are a heritage from the Lord. Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them.”

Know that if you or someone you know has had an abortion, God loves you and wants you to come to him so he can heal you. Healing can be found through God’s forgiveness and love.

The poem I wrote for the memorial service of my two children in heaven became a song soon after. I remembered the tune that popped in my head when I held my infant grandson in my mother’s kitchen that evening in 2009. I placed it at the beginning and the end of the song, as it were, like a music box playing The Lord’s Lullaby. Take a minute to listen and let me know what you think.

It’s Just Me…..Where Do I Begin

(Originally posted September 17, 2017)

It’s just me, Lord, I’ve confessed more times than I can remember.  I love that about my relationship with God. I know he sees me as his daughter, beautifully arrayed in his robes of grace, but in the realness of my relationship with him, I know I can come to him just the way I am, whatever way that may be.  His love is real, pure and makes me complete.  I want the world to know this kind of relationship with God too.  I want each person to know his love and allow his love to make them complete.

So…..where shall I begin?  There was a day when I wondered if I would ever fulfill my dreams in life.  I started out with a good, solid plan, being raised by hard-working, sound-minded parents who believed in setting goals and working towards them. AND, quitting was not an option.  Nevertheless, life has a way of interfering and if one is not steadfast in the pursuit of their dreams, one can get side-tracked and dreams can get derailed.

This is what happened to me.  Much in life comes at a price–sometimes the price is much more than you would ever imagined it would cost.  I’ve never regretted the family God blessed me to raise, but I’ve always had deep within my soul the desire and longing to fulfill what I always believed I was put on this earth to achieve.  Then that day came…

It was 7-1/2 years ago that God woke me up early one morning and as if scenes of a movie were playing in my mind, he reminded me of the events that had transpired over my life and how he had established every moment in time to bring me to this place at this precise time.

He showed me how he had ordained the season I moved with my children to care for my mother during a season she struggled with her health, but that I would only be there for a “few years” and he would move us again- -this time to Oklahoma.  Wow! God gave me two promises in that word.  Not only would he fulfill his plan for my life, he would give me my hopes and dreams, he would also heal my mother, which he did.

Once again, God showed me he’s got it all worked out.  We just have to be willing to see it like he does.  Ha!  Most of the time, much easier said than done.  I’ve lived through many challenging things in my life, such as the death of my dad when I was 19–it turned my world upside down; overcoming an abusive marriage; learning to forgive myself after having two abortions; and raising two children as a single parent, including my son being born with Asperger’s disorder.  So, I learned how to pull up the boot straps and ride out the storm, and I was learning how to obey without delay, but this move was going to be different than any other move I’d made before.

God, in all his sovereignty and (I might add) without asking me what I thought, asked me to move me and my son not only to a different state, but to a town over five times bigger than what we were used to.  I’ve never gotten so turned around in traffic before in my life! What was supposed to be east and west, to me was north and south. Not to mention three lane highways are the norm here, compared to where we came from with two-lane roads being just big enough for two cars to pass each other without driving into a ditch! I could feel my hair turning gray just getting into the car knowing what I would soon face on the streets–and that’s just in town!  That’s not the connected interstates.  Whew!  Honestly, the way the cars move in and out of their lanes, if this were Mayberry, Barney Fife’s eyes would pop out from blowing his whistle non-stop!

But we adapted–finally.  What came as even more of a surprise, rather should I say, more humbling than I had ever found myself be before God was realizing he not only called me to become a credentialed minister, he called me to be a voice for his words and message through dreams and visions.  I knew since I was 9 years old God gave me a voice to sing and would use the gift of music in my life.  In fact, my life-long dream had been to sing—and not just in the shower.   But, my life choices would cause some delay in the manifestation of that dream.  Not that I stopped singing.  I  never stopped completely. But the motivation and direction changed, and I found myself in a holding pattern for a long time.

I learned, as God explained to me, he had not changed his mind and I would sing, but he had actually called me to do much more than just sing.  God told me he chose me to speak the words he would give me to say at his choosing. Some would think the work of a prophet to be long gone—applying only to the days of the Old Testament.  I must say, it’s pretty surreal, but still very much alive and relevant even today.  And, I might add, its by God’s choice and his doing, not ours.  That revelation was almost more than I would take in.  At the same time, as God started rolling the footage of the movie of my life again and putting the pieces together, I once again realized, it really wasn’t about me at all.  It never had been.  My life had been about him positioning me, preparing me, restoring and establishing me for such a time as this to be a voice to the nations, and this he planned long before we moved to Oklahoma.  “Souls will be saved and lives will be changed because of your life” is what God told me.  That’s what it’s all about.

I asked God once, “Why me?”  His answer, “Why not you?”  God chooses.  We don’t….not really.  I don’t ask that question anymore.  Instead I say, “May your perfect will be done. Thank you, God for choosing me.”

So where was I?? I’ve heard myself say many times, “I was waiting on God.”  In truth, he was waiting on me.   Like so many of us, I was taking care of my family and working to do my best to bring light into this world of darkness in my area of influence.  The picture gets clearer through the process of learning, understanding and growing.

This is why I named this blog Every New Beginning.  Because, with each new day, we have a new beginning. Some dramatic, some not so much. But with each one, we face the challenge of choosing to rise up in newness of life or be pulled down into complacency and defeat.  So, on this blog, there will be more about me, what I think and more importantly, what God wants us to know in this season.

This is my story, this is my song, praising my Savior all the day long!

Hope you enjoy.