In forthcoming blogs I hope to feature other writers and their books, along with an ocassional family blog. During the next few days watch for a post from my older son Tony, who is helping me with promotion for my new novel and trying to help me learn some things about using social media.
Tony, an ordained minister, former pastor and counselor, Christian School teacher and principal, has worked retail with computers and the new Smart Phones. He enjoys technical "stuff" whereas his mother is lost with it. But we do have some things in common, such as writing, some of which he will share with you as one of my guest bloggers.
Watch for his blog, coming soon, about the lady to whom my book of local history, EARLY SETTLERS OF THE K-SPRINGS/CHELSEA AREA, was dedicated--things he remembers about her as his great-grandmother, along with stories he heard about her and from her while growing up.
This brave and interesting lady who, widowed shortly before her fourth child was born, farmed, taught school, raised a grandson, and recorded historical notes, along with births, deaths and marriages of everyone she heard of from the time she was a young girl in Roanoke, Alabama in the late 1800s.
I think you will enjoy her stories. And you may want to share a few of your own as comments on this blog. If you have long tales to share, please "follow" this blog, IN HIS STRENGTH, then share your stories with us on our facebook page at shelbasheltonnivens,author. While you are on our author page, you might like to enter our drawing for a free copy of EARLY SETTLERS OF THE K-SPRINGS/CHELSEA AREA by "liking" that page, "sharing" it on your own facebook timeline, and writing a "comment" on it. (REMEMBER TO DO ALL 3 TO GET YOUR NAME IN THE POT FOR THE OCTOBER 1 DRAWING.)
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Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Monday, February 28, 2011
THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED TO ANYONE BUT ME
Have you ever had an experience where you had this feeling like you were the only person this has ever happened to?
When Tony, my first child, was born my husband Ken was overseas with the army. Back then, a military wife went to a military hospital to have a baby. It wasn’t like today when the military pays for her to use civilian doctors and give birth in a civilian hospital. So, I went to the nearest military hospital.
My husband couldn’t be with me and him thousands of miles away in Japan. So his grandmother was spending the week with me at the base guest house where I would be near the hospital for the delivery. But, after riding to the hospital with me in a taxi, she was sent back to the guest house to await a call about delivery.
This left me at the hospital without friend or family when my first child was born. And to top it off, I had never even seen the doctor before he walked in to deliver my baby. After the delivery, I had no one running into my room to hug me and tell me how beautiful my little boy was. No one to greet me and grin at me in the hallway as I was wheeled from the recovery room and into the “Maternity Ward.”
There were no private rooms, or even semi-private ones, but a long room full of beds occupied by new mothers, with curtains to pull between them for “privacy.”
However, none of this took away my joy and excitement.
When I was wheeled into the ward, the curtains were open and all eyes turned toward me. I recall seeing only a bunch of solemn faces in a sea of white bed linens. But I was grinning proudly from ear to ear as if to say: “Look at me. I’ve just given birth to a beautiful baby boy,” like I was the only one in the room -- in the whole world -- who had ever accomplished such a feat.
Ten years later, this “beautiful baby boy,” led me to a second such experience.
Tony had gone to kneel at the altar in our little church several times, where the pastor’s wife prayed with him. (I learned later that he was praying about God’s call to become a minister.) I had given my heart to Christ as a seven-year-old, and had tried to “be good” growing up. But many times through the years, I’d had doubts about my being a Christian because I didn’t always “feel saved,” and didn’t feel I was good enough to go to Heaven. Now, as I watched my child respond to prompting from God, the Holy Spirit began to deal with me, too.
Along about this time, I had read someplace that “Salvation is a fact, not a feeling.” Searching the Scriptures, I found the “fact” in Romans 10: 9 and 13: I’m saved when I call on God to save me, and confess Him as the Lord of my life.
After spending some special time alone with God, making sure I was truly a Christian, I got a little “nudging” one night to go up and kneel at the altar with Tony. I didn’t understand why, because I knew now that I was a Christian, and the pastor was praying with him. But I knew I needed to go.
When I slipped out of the pew Ken followed me. Together, we knelt beside our son. The pastor's wife knelt to pray with us. I don't know what she prayed, but I didn't need to know; I was having my own conversation with God.
All I could say was a silent,"Thank you, God, thank you," over and over again. I didn't even wonder why I was saying it, for I knew that something wonderful had happened within me when
I obeyed the Lord's prompting to walk up in front of the congregation to kneel before Him.
That was forty-five years ago. I know I’m still not “good enough“ to go to Heaven, but Jesus took care of that when He died on the cross. And his Holy Spirit has taken care of my doubts, for as Romans 8:16 says Christ’s Spirit bears witness with my spirit that I am a child of God.
This is the "fact" that gave me the wonderful “I’m the only person this has ever happened to” feeling and made me grin that big, silly grin as I walked back to my pew that night -- as I did when wheeled into that maternity ward ten years earlier.
Both times, a new life had just begun.
Monday, February 15, 2010
HUGGING THE FLOOR
My feeling when I walked into church yesterday morning (after being away sick for a month) was much like our two-year-old Tony’s must have been when he walked into his MawMaw and Granddaddy’s house after eight months away from it.
Tony’s father, my husband Ken, was in Japan in the military when Tony was born. Back then (late 1950s) military personnel didn’t get furloughs to come home unless it was a dire emergency, and Uncle Sam didn’t consider the birth of a military person’s child an emergency, even in peace time. So Ken and Tony had never seen each other until Ken came home at the end of his two-year overseas tour.
Still, Tony appeared to adjust well to his new circumstances when he and I moved from the home of Maw Maw and Granddaddy to live with a “strange” man in North Carolina, where Ken was stationed for the remainder of his eight months in the army. None of us realized how very much Tony had missed the only home he had ever known before our move -- until he returned to it.
Ken’s mom and step-father drove to North Carolina a couple weeks before Ken’s discharge and brought Tony back to Alabama so I (who was 6½ months pregnant) would not have to chase a two-year-old while packing to return home.
As Maw Maw later related, Tony was so happy to be back home, that as soon as they walked in her kitchen door, he dropped to the floor on his belly, and with a big smile, stretched out his arms hugging the floor.
This was my feeling when I walked into the church building yesterday. It was so good to be back home that I felt like lying down and hugging the floor!
Tony’s father, my husband Ken, was in Japan in the military when Tony was born. Back then (late 1950s) military personnel didn’t get furloughs to come home unless it was a dire emergency, and Uncle Sam didn’t consider the birth of a military person’s child an emergency, even in peace time. So Ken and Tony had never seen each other until Ken came home at the end of his two-year overseas tour.
Still, Tony appeared to adjust well to his new circumstances when he and I moved from the home of Maw Maw and Granddaddy to live with a “strange” man in North Carolina, where Ken was stationed for the remainder of his eight months in the army. None of us realized how very much Tony had missed the only home he had ever known before our move -- until he returned to it.
Ken’s mom and step-father drove to North Carolina a couple weeks before Ken’s discharge and brought Tony back to Alabama so I (who was 6½ months pregnant) would not have to chase a two-year-old while packing to return home.
As Maw Maw later related, Tony was so happy to be back home, that as soon as they walked in her kitchen door, he dropped to the floor on his belly, and with a big smile, stretched out his arms hugging the floor.
This was my feeling when I walked into the church building yesterday. It was so good to be back home that I felt like lying down and hugging the floor!
Friday, October 30, 2009
THIS MORNING'S UPDATE FROM MY PASTOR ON OUR WALK-THRU DRAMA: THE HAUNTING TRUTH:
Good Morning to all you AWESOME people. Just a quick update. Last night was once again just amazing. 181 more folks (mainly adults) came through. 18 more gave their hearts to Jesus and 36 made recommitments. WOW!!!! God is so good. That brings our running totals to 481 who have been through, 62 who have given their lives to Christ and 76 have made recommitments.
I wish 15% of people who come to church on Sundays gave their lives to Christ!!! What an amazing impact this is having on our community. Way to go team. You are building the Kingdom!!!
See ya tonight as God continues to show out on our behalf. He always blesses FAITHFULNESS!!!
Pastor Greg Davis
Lead Pastor
Chelsea Community Church
http://www.chelseacc.com/
205-678-9565
Good Morning to all you AWESOME people. Just a quick update. Last night was once again just amazing. 181 more folks (mainly adults) came through. 18 more gave their hearts to Jesus and 36 made recommitments. WOW!!!! God is so good. That brings our running totals to 481 who have been through, 62 who have given their lives to Christ and 76 have made recommitments.
I wish 15% of people who come to church on Sundays gave their lives to Christ!!! What an amazing impact this is having on our community. Way to go team. You are building the Kingdom!!!
See ya tonight as God continues to show out on our behalf. He always blesses FAITHFULNESS!!!
Pastor Greg Davis
Lead Pastor
Chelsea Community Church
http://www.chelseacc.com/
205-678-9565
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
GOD HAS WORKED! AND IS STILL WORKING.
Six months ago we were having around forty people in Sunday morning services at our church, and financial problems were plaguing us. Now we have between 180 and 218 on Sundays and 100 sometimes for Wednesday evening supper and classes. At least 40 people have accepted Christ through our services and close to that many have been baptized. And we are no longer having financial problems.
Would you call that God at work? I do.
The K-Springs Church, first called the East Saginaw Church of God, was established 107 years ago in East Saginaw, a little logging town located around two or three miles southwest of our present facilities. At first the people met in homes to hold services. Then in 1911, a family donated land for a church building.
Traveling evangelists and singers came often, some from national church headquarters in Indiana, to help with the church. They traveled by horse and buggy or on a log train from Saginaw or Bessemer. Some even rode into town on railroad handcars, where they stood and pumped a hand lever, propelling themselves manually down the tracks. Or on small, work cars where they sat on the back of the car and pushed themselves along with their feet.
The church people came by foot, on horseback or in wagons. They forded swollen streams or walked across on foot logs.
These were still the main modes of travel when the congregation moved to the old K-Springs School House after the logging operation moved out of the area and people followed their jobs.
After a few years, around 1936, the congregation tore down the old school building and erected a little, white church building (This building still stands across the road from our newer, modern facilities, and is in use by another congregation). Pews and altar rail for the little building were built by men of the church.
The congregation later built a basement by digging and drawing out the dirt with a mule and a slipscrape. They also added a wood-burning furnace, where warm air rose up into the sanctuary through a hole in the floor. They baptized in creeks and lakes.
The church moved across the road into a new brick building in 1978. Several years later, they added another wing.
Almost every adult you talk to who grew up in this community, attended, K-Springs church at one time or another, if not as a regular member of the congregation, at least for a funeral, wedding, drama, Vacation Bible School or youth activity. Numerous ministers and dedicated lay leaders grew up in this church. And it has been a lighthouse to many others.
The church has had many faithful pastors through the years. Oftentimes, in the early days, when there was not enough money to pay a pastor with money, he was paid with chickens, eggs or vegetables from community gardens. One pastor, too ill with cancer to stand in the pulpit, sat on a stool to preach. Still later, he spoke to the congregation from his sick bed via a special telephone hookup.
Many people of the congregation and many faithful pastors have sacrificed and worked hard to keep a ministry going at K-Springs. A few years ago, when it looked as though we would have to sell the property or lose it, part of the congregation was anxious to sell. Others could not see giving it up --if there was a way to save it. We didn’t feel that God wanted us to give up and sell these wonderful facilities for ministry, which so many had worked and sacrificed to save.
And, so, we hung on, trusting God and doing everything we could to make, at the least, mortgage interest payments when they came due. People from out-of-town but with long-time ties to the church, stepped in with large donations. But even this was not enough for very long.
Then, early this year, God brought this 107 year old congregations into fellowship with a congregation who had been in existence for a little less than a year. They needed more space; we needed more people. So, in March the K-Springs Church of God merged with Chelsea Community Church and changed its name again.
Over 200 people gathered for our first joint meeting. 268 came for worship on Easter. Average Sunday morning attendance is now between 180 and 220. At least 40 people have accepted Christ through the services and around that same number have been baptized. We no longer have financial woes.
We have found that no matter what name we go by, as followers of Jesus Christ, we are all part of the same family -- God’s family. We share not only these facilities, but the work of the ministry, a loving pastor, who -- under God‘s leadership -- began Chelsea Community Church.
And we now share the history and heritage of the little group of Believers who first began meeting at old East Saginaw, and who, worked so hard to get -- and keep -- a ministry going at K-Springs.
Today, the people are working together to increase the Kingdom of God in this community and beyond.
Would you call that God at work? I do.
The K-Springs Church, first called the East Saginaw Church of God, was established 107 years ago in East Saginaw, a little logging town located around two or three miles southwest of our present facilities. At first the people met in homes to hold services. Then in 1911, a family donated land for a church building.
Traveling evangelists and singers came often, some from national church headquarters in Indiana, to help with the church. They traveled by horse and buggy or on a log train from Saginaw or Bessemer. Some even rode into town on railroad handcars, where they stood and pumped a hand lever, propelling themselves manually down the tracks. Or on small, work cars where they sat on the back of the car and pushed themselves along with their feet.
The church people came by foot, on horseback or in wagons. They forded swollen streams or walked across on foot logs.
These were still the main modes of travel when the congregation moved to the old K-Springs School House after the logging operation moved out of the area and people followed their jobs.
After a few years, around 1936, the congregation tore down the old school building and erected a little, white church building (This building still stands across the road from our newer, modern facilities, and is in use by another congregation). Pews and altar rail for the little building were built by men of the church.
The congregation later built a basement by digging and drawing out the dirt with a mule and a slipscrape. They also added a wood-burning furnace, where warm air rose up into the sanctuary through a hole in the floor. They baptized in creeks and lakes.
The church moved across the road into a new brick building in 1978. Several years later, they added another wing.
Almost every adult you talk to who grew up in this community, attended, K-Springs church at one time or another, if not as a regular member of the congregation, at least for a funeral, wedding, drama, Vacation Bible School or youth activity. Numerous ministers and dedicated lay leaders grew up in this church. And it has been a lighthouse to many others.
The church has had many faithful pastors through the years. Oftentimes, in the early days, when there was not enough money to pay a pastor with money, he was paid with chickens, eggs or vegetables from community gardens. One pastor, too ill with cancer to stand in the pulpit, sat on a stool to preach. Still later, he spoke to the congregation from his sick bed via a special telephone hookup.
Many people of the congregation and many faithful pastors have sacrificed and worked hard to keep a ministry going at K-Springs. A few years ago, when it looked as though we would have to sell the property or lose it, part of the congregation was anxious to sell. Others could not see giving it up --if there was a way to save it. We didn’t feel that God wanted us to give up and sell these wonderful facilities for ministry, which so many had worked and sacrificed to save.
And, so, we hung on, trusting God and doing everything we could to make, at the least, mortgage interest payments when they came due. People from out-of-town but with long-time ties to the church, stepped in with large donations. But even this was not enough for very long.
Then, early this year, God brought this 107 year old congregations into fellowship with a congregation who had been in existence for a little less than a year. They needed more space; we needed more people. So, in March the K-Springs Church of God merged with Chelsea Community Church and changed its name again.
Over 200 people gathered for our first joint meeting. 268 came for worship on Easter. Average Sunday morning attendance is now between 180 and 220. At least 40 people have accepted Christ through the services and around that same number have been baptized. We no longer have financial woes.
We have found that no matter what name we go by, as followers of Jesus Christ, we are all part of the same family -- God’s family. We share not only these facilities, but the work of the ministry, a loving pastor, who -- under God‘s leadership -- began Chelsea Community Church.
And we now share the history and heritage of the little group of Believers who first began meeting at old East Saginaw, and who, worked so hard to get -- and keep -- a ministry going at K-Springs.
Today, the people are working together to increase the Kingdom of God in this community and beyond.
Saturday, January 5, 2008
The Lord is Working
If anyone has checked on my posts lately, they probably think that the Lord has been a very long time working on the situation I talked about in the last post, since it was dated August 5, 2007 and titled "Waiting for the Lord to work."
He hasn't been a long time working, though. He actually began working very quickly - had already started working on the situation even before I posted the last time. Someone who lived in our community and attended our church several years ago, saw one of the evening news stories about the church property being put up for sale, left the t.v. to sit in the bathroom and cry for thirty minutes, then got up and made a call that put the ball to rolling. The person they called, called someone else, and this person talked with their spouse who made a call to a church leader the next morning offering a large sum of money to help pay off the building loan so the church could continue to operate at its present location.
Since that time, our pastor has resigned to begin a different type ministry in another area, taking a core group from the congregation with him. The congregation is now regrouping and continuing to minister in the community where it has been ministering for over a hundred years. The congregation is small for the time being, but we still have a group of people, youth and adults who are excited about our potential for growth and ministry to a mushrooming community. Our "new" children's program has fewer children than a few months ago, but the ones who are still here are excited about it -- and about their new teachers.
We are not yet seeking a new pastor while trying to get reorganized and get some new Boards and Committees in place. But we have been having some very good speakers from a nearby Bible college, from some of our other churches in the state, and now some ordained ministers from our own congregation are on the schedule for this month. We do need some singers and muscians, though. A talented young lady is leading the music, but she needs some help with it.
But we can see evidence all around us of ways the Lord has been working and ways that He still is. Exciting things are happening. And as I ended the last post (and told the reporter): "We don't know what the Lord might decide to do" NEXT. For, as the Bible tells us, His ways are higher than our ways, and His thoughts higher than our thoughts. (Isaiah 55:9)
He hasn't been a long time working, though. He actually began working very quickly - had already started working on the situation even before I posted the last time. Someone who lived in our community and attended our church several years ago, saw one of the evening news stories about the church property being put up for sale, left the t.v. to sit in the bathroom and cry for thirty minutes, then got up and made a call that put the ball to rolling. The person they called, called someone else, and this person talked with their spouse who made a call to a church leader the next morning offering a large sum of money to help pay off the building loan so the church could continue to operate at its present location.
Since that time, our pastor has resigned to begin a different type ministry in another area, taking a core group from the congregation with him. The congregation is now regrouping and continuing to minister in the community where it has been ministering for over a hundred years. The congregation is small for the time being, but we still have a group of people, youth and adults who are excited about our potential for growth and ministry to a mushrooming community. Our "new" children's program has fewer children than a few months ago, but the ones who are still here are excited about it -- and about their new teachers.
We are not yet seeking a new pastor while trying to get reorganized and get some new Boards and Committees in place. But we have been having some very good speakers from a nearby Bible college, from some of our other churches in the state, and now some ordained ministers from our own congregation are on the schedule for this month. We do need some singers and muscians, though. A talented young lady is leading the music, but she needs some help with it.
But we can see evidence all around us of ways the Lord has been working and ways that He still is. Exciting things are happening. And as I ended the last post (and told the reporter): "We don't know what the Lord might decide to do" NEXT. For, as the Bible tells us, His ways are higher than our ways, and His thoughts higher than our thoughts. (Isaiah 55:9)
Sunday, August 5, 2007
WAITING FOR THE LORD TO WORK
Wow! Was last week busy! Tiring but exciting.
The first thing Monday morning (I don't know how she heard about it so quickly) a reporter from a Birmingham television station called our pastor, asking to come out and do a story about our church property that had just gone on the market. The pastor was on his way out of town for an appointment, so they set up the interview for the next morning.
Then he called me about being in on the interview because I've written quite a bit on the history of the church, its founders and the community. The reporter was interested in the history because of the age of the congregation and our little, white frame building which sets across the road from our large brick facility along the main thoroughfare through the community.
The congregation had decided to put it up for sale because the loan on the new addition that was added to the brick building a few years ago, plus overhead, was eating up our finances. And we needed more money with which to do actual ministry.
The news about the potential sale had created quite a bit of interest in the community and among families who no longer attend church or have moved away. And now the news media had become interested.
On Monday afternoon a reporter from a second major television network in Birmingham called me about doing a story. She'd been unable to reach our pastor and someone had given her my phone number. She wanted to talk to both of us.
When she called, two ladies were at my house to pick up copies of my local history book and stayed to talk history and genealogy. After they left, I began trying to help the reporter reach our pastor, but was unsuccessful.
I had told my pastor and the reporter that I didn't want to be on television, but they could use the church history from my book. I also copied, for both reporters, a couple of articles I'd written with more up-to-date information on the church history.
On Tuesday morning, my pastor came by the house to pick up the information for the reporter who was on her way out with a photographer. I reiterated to him that I didn't want to be on television, especially since my hair looked a mess. I had an appointment that afternoon to get it cut.
I told my daughter what I'd told them about being on television. Then recalled the time about 15 years ago when someone suggested that I have a television reporter come out and do a story about a drama we were doing about the church history for our 90th anniversary celebration. I didn't want to do that, because I knew that as the writer and director, I'd have to be on television. At that time, I was on high doses of prednisone for an acute attack of lupus and was so puffed up from it that I looked like the little cartoon "Dough Boy" from television commercials.
"See, Mom," she said, "If you had done that, it would have probably brought lots of people to the church who would be coming there now to help with finances."
She said it in a teasing manner, but her words spoke to me in a real way.
"And I let my pride get in the way," I said. "Like I'm about to do again."
So, when my pastor called, saying the reporter and photographer wanted to come by my house and talk to me about the church history, I agreed -- messy hair and all.
Then, when he called awhile later, saying the reporter and photographer from the second station were coming out to do a story, and wanted to talk to me, too, I changed my hair appointment to
the next morning and met them at the church.
That evening the stories were on one channel at 5:00 and the other at 9:00 and 10:00. They created some excitement right away, and now we are waiting to see what happens next.
As for the rest of the busy week, there's too much to try to tell it all right here right now. There was annual campmeeting at our state campgrounds for our churches from all across the state; more people calling to order my book and talk history or coming by to pick up books and talk history; trips to doctors' offices and other medical facilities; a birthday dinner for my grandson.....
But the one thing that keeps coming back to me is a remark I made to a reporter, without stopping to think about my answer, when she asked what I think might happen next. "We don't know what the Lord might decide to do," I said.
For, as the Bible tells us, His ways are higher than our ways, and His thoughts higher than our thoughts. (Isaiah 55:9)
The first thing Monday morning (I don't know how she heard about it so quickly) a reporter from a Birmingham television station called our pastor, asking to come out and do a story about our church property that had just gone on the market. The pastor was on his way out of town for an appointment, so they set up the interview for the next morning.
Then he called me about being in on the interview because I've written quite a bit on the history of the church, its founders and the community. The reporter was interested in the history because of the age of the congregation and our little, white frame building which sets across the road from our large brick facility along the main thoroughfare through the community.
The congregation had decided to put it up for sale because the loan on the new addition that was added to the brick building a few years ago, plus overhead, was eating up our finances. And we needed more money with which to do actual ministry.
The news about the potential sale had created quite a bit of interest in the community and among families who no longer attend church or have moved away. And now the news media had become interested.
On Monday afternoon a reporter from a second major television network in Birmingham called me about doing a story. She'd been unable to reach our pastor and someone had given her my phone number. She wanted to talk to both of us.
When she called, two ladies were at my house to pick up copies of my local history book and stayed to talk history and genealogy. After they left, I began trying to help the reporter reach our pastor, but was unsuccessful.
I had told my pastor and the reporter that I didn't want to be on television, but they could use the church history from my book. I also copied, for both reporters, a couple of articles I'd written with more up-to-date information on the church history.
On Tuesday morning, my pastor came by the house to pick up the information for the reporter who was on her way out with a photographer. I reiterated to him that I didn't want to be on television, especially since my hair looked a mess. I had an appointment that afternoon to get it cut.
I told my daughter what I'd told them about being on television. Then recalled the time about 15 years ago when someone suggested that I have a television reporter come out and do a story about a drama we were doing about the church history for our 90th anniversary celebration. I didn't want to do that, because I knew that as the writer and director, I'd have to be on television. At that time, I was on high doses of prednisone for an acute attack of lupus and was so puffed up from it that I looked like the little cartoon "Dough Boy" from television commercials.
"See, Mom," she said, "If you had done that, it would have probably brought lots of people to the church who would be coming there now to help with finances."
She said it in a teasing manner, but her words spoke to me in a real way.
"And I let my pride get in the way," I said. "Like I'm about to do again."
So, when my pastor called, saying the reporter and photographer wanted to come by my house and talk to me about the church history, I agreed -- messy hair and all.
Then, when he called awhile later, saying the reporter and photographer from the second station were coming out to do a story, and wanted to talk to me, too, I changed my hair appointment to
the next morning and met them at the church.
That evening the stories were on one channel at 5:00 and the other at 9:00 and 10:00. They created some excitement right away, and now we are waiting to see what happens next.
As for the rest of the busy week, there's too much to try to tell it all right here right now. There was annual campmeeting at our state campgrounds for our churches from all across the state; more people calling to order my book and talk history or coming by to pick up books and talk history; trips to doctors' offices and other medical facilities; a birthday dinner for my grandson.....
But the one thing that keeps coming back to me is a remark I made to a reporter, without stopping to think about my answer, when she asked what I think might happen next. "We don't know what the Lord might decide to do," I said.
For, as the Bible tells us, His ways are higher than our ways, and His thoughts higher than our thoughts. (Isaiah 55:9)
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