Why can't we all get along? This is the question of the day.
When I moved back to Louisiana last year I moved to Holden.Holden is far away from my home church so we decided to go to a new work that was closer to my home. It is small and needing people that are willing vessels to work in the kingdom.
Every time I see someone from the other church, they think I'm back slidding because I'm not going there.
I just wonder why can't we all work together for the kingdom of God?
We all have the same goal. We should all love one another and help each other.
Monday, September 29, 2008
pondering
My youngest child's name is Brianna. She is 10. We were having a childrens outreach at church over the weekend. She invited a friend from church. She came and brought her 5 brothers with her. The most amazing thing was this family had been begging their mom to find them a church to go to. It amazes me how God uses a child. I love Jesus.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
What is Life?
What is life but a vapor?
We take life for granted. We go to sleep with out a care.
You must be ready to meet your God at all times. We are not promised tommorow.
We're coming up to a year that my cousin Lisa had died. She was 40 years old. She woke up one morning and had a massive heart attack. She was someone that thought she had all the time in the world.
She had been baptised in Jesus name. She just had put off serving God. She always said she would someday. Well her someday never did come.
Don't put off serving him. Jesus is coming back soon.
We take life for granted. We go to sleep with out a care.
You must be ready to meet your God at all times. We are not promised tommorow.
We're coming up to a year that my cousin Lisa had died. She was 40 years old. She woke up one morning and had a massive heart attack. She was someone that thought she had all the time in the world.
She had been baptised in Jesus name. She just had put off serving God. She always said she would someday. Well her someday never did come.
Don't put off serving him. Jesus is coming back soon.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Where God Brought me from
I wasn't brought up in church. I had always been to the Baptist church growing up. My family was anything but church goers.
When my husband and me got married, we were big time heathens. After nine months of marriage, I found out I was pregnant with our first child. It changed my whole outlook on life. I wanted to raise my children in a Godly home. His family was Methodist , not really practising but whenever they did go it was there.
We started going to this Baptist church that I had attened when I was a child. They always were having get togethers but I felt empty in church. It was dead and boring.
1 year and 1 day after Joshua was born, I had our second son Matthew. I desired us to serve God but quit the Baptist church. I was hungry and searching. I started at this Methodist church. I went but felt emptier there. I still went seeking.
About the time when Matthew was a year, I found out I was pregnant again. I lost the baby at 12 1/2 weeks. I had to have emergency surgery. I smoked and the dr told me I was going to die if I didnt quit. I stopped for 3 days and desided I would die happy.
This friend that my husband had grown up with moved here to go to work. When he came for the interview, He brought his wife. I had herd stories of her waking in the morning and popping open a can of beer and all kinds of wild stories. When I saw her she had a long dress on and long hair. I asked him why didnt he tell me she was Pentecostal? He said he didnt know.
She began to tell me how God had rocked her world and changed her from the inside out. I was so drawn to everything she was saying. I was hungry.
They went back to Florida. He came and started his job a month later. He worked at night. The nights he was off he would come hang out at our house. I had all kinds of questions. He started bringing his bible over and we'd study till 4 am. He had never had the Holy Ghost but he knew the truth. He just hadnt sold out to Jesus. The world had a big hold on him.
We all decided to go to church on Sunday night. We sat on the back row. But I will tell you, I can remember everything that was preached on. The singing was awesome. I felt something there I had never felt in my life.
We went home and I went back to the other church. Something had been sparked in me. He went back home. But God knows where we're at. He moved a single mom with no car next door to me. She went to a Pentecostal church. And, she needed a ride to church 1 night. I brought her and she asked me to stay. They were praying for the Holy Ghost to touch someone that really needed it. I almost passed out. It got me thinking that maybe there was something to this Holy Ghost. I had asked Jesus to come into my heart all my life and never felt any different. I figured if Acts 2:38 was real, it wouldnt happen to me cause I had been to bad. But we serve a God of Mercy.
We went to Florida to visit hi friend and wife for Easter Weekend in April 1995. They asked me if I wanted the Holy Ghost. I repented and we prayed. I felt God all over me. It was warm and real. I decided to be baptised that night in Jesus Name. I recieved the Holy Ghost and that night I was delivered from ciggerettes, a filthy mouth. I was set free. That was what I had been looking for all my life.
The road hasnt always been easy but he has never left me or forsaken me. He's always there and always on time. He's done so many mireacles in my life it would take a while to tell them all.
When my husband and me got married, we were big time heathens. After nine months of marriage, I found out I was pregnant with our first child. It changed my whole outlook on life. I wanted to raise my children in a Godly home. His family was Methodist , not really practising but whenever they did go it was there.
We started going to this Baptist church that I had attened when I was a child. They always were having get togethers but I felt empty in church. It was dead and boring.
1 year and 1 day after Joshua was born, I had our second son Matthew. I desired us to serve God but quit the Baptist church. I was hungry and searching. I started at this Methodist church. I went but felt emptier there. I still went seeking.
About the time when Matthew was a year, I found out I was pregnant again. I lost the baby at 12 1/2 weeks. I had to have emergency surgery. I smoked and the dr told me I was going to die if I didnt quit. I stopped for 3 days and desided I would die happy.
This friend that my husband had grown up with moved here to go to work. When he came for the interview, He brought his wife. I had herd stories of her waking in the morning and popping open a can of beer and all kinds of wild stories. When I saw her she had a long dress on and long hair. I asked him why didnt he tell me she was Pentecostal? He said he didnt know.
She began to tell me how God had rocked her world and changed her from the inside out. I was so drawn to everything she was saying. I was hungry.
They went back to Florida. He came and started his job a month later. He worked at night. The nights he was off he would come hang out at our house. I had all kinds of questions. He started bringing his bible over and we'd study till 4 am. He had never had the Holy Ghost but he knew the truth. He just hadnt sold out to Jesus. The world had a big hold on him.
We all decided to go to church on Sunday night. We sat on the back row. But I will tell you, I can remember everything that was preached on. The singing was awesome. I felt something there I had never felt in my life.
We went home and I went back to the other church. Something had been sparked in me. He went back home. But God knows where we're at. He moved a single mom with no car next door to me. She went to a Pentecostal church. And, she needed a ride to church 1 night. I brought her and she asked me to stay. They were praying for the Holy Ghost to touch someone that really needed it. I almost passed out. It got me thinking that maybe there was something to this Holy Ghost. I had asked Jesus to come into my heart all my life and never felt any different. I figured if Acts 2:38 was real, it wouldnt happen to me cause I had been to bad. But we serve a God of Mercy.
We went to Florida to visit hi friend and wife for Easter Weekend in April 1995. They asked me if I wanted the Holy Ghost. I repented and we prayed. I felt God all over me. It was warm and real. I decided to be baptised that night in Jesus Name. I recieved the Holy Ghost and that night I was delivered from ciggerettes, a filthy mouth. I was set free. That was what I had been looking for all my life.
The road hasnt always been easy but he has never left me or forsaken me. He's always there and always on time. He's done so many mireacles in my life it would take a while to tell them all.
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