Monday, December 7, 2009

Mashed Potatoes and KFC

The world and those that abide there load us down with a plethora of burdens.
If we allow those things to remain on our shoulders it will alter our focus from the Father and our vision will blur.

The Mashed Potatoes Story...

It was a warm summer evening and the boys were off doing their thing with their friends.I was living in Sand Springs, Oklahoma just north west of Tulsa a few miles. It was the year 1983.

I was so restless this particular evening as usual and the apartment was closing in on me. With keys in hand I headed out the door with no particular destination.

Now I have to confess right here that one of my passions is KFC and their mashed potatoes and gravy. I LOVE that stuff! (I have long since refrained from eating much of it as my 62 year old stomach does not digest it as well as once did.)

I ended up that night at the drive through window of KFC and with my extra crispy white meat chicken and my medium tub of mashed potatoes and gravy I proceeded to destinations unknown.

I had not gone far when the tears began to flow, they always did, it was a regular happening in my life. I was in crisis AGAIN.

I was alone again with another set of divorce papers to paper the walls of my heart. He had left many months before and with the fog of the heartache still clouding my mind I was not able to focus my spirit man to the ONE that could heal my pain, or so that was my thought.

Thus I drove, ate KFC/with mashed potatoes and gravy and cried. Have you EVER tried to do that? What a mess. You get grease on the steering wheel and mashed potatoes on your blouse and most likely in your lap! I so wish I had a picture of me that night, I so wish.

At the time of this crisis I was the Y adviser (young women s group from the ages of 16-college or marriage age.) on Wednesday night of an Assembly of God where I attended, I was the assistant singles Sunday school teacher. I was very involved as one of the leaders of the church and I was FALLING apart!

I would learn what might be the greatest revelation of God that night. Let me continue.

As I drove and cried and ate I found myself headed toward a small town where my pastor James and his wife Gracie lived. They were the most influential people in my life at that time and their ministry in that church enabled me to lay a foundation that is sure and steadfast to this day. I am eternally grateful to them and will forever be.
Sitting in their driveway that night, engine running, lights off pondering if I should actually let them see me in this state. After all I was one of his leaders. I was a teacher for goodness sake. Teachers did not crumble, do they and I was crumbling!

With chicken bucket set off to the side and a quick clean up of face and blouse (as best as I could) I found the courage to ring the door bell.

Now you need to understand that even though they were my mentors they were also good friends with whom I spent much time with out of church. Gracie was a hoot and I so loved to run with her out and about shopping. We laughed a lot. I say that so that you will understand the relationship between us so they were not totally blown away when they answered the door. They knew my personality and they knew my passion and they knew my struggle.

As I went in and sat on the couch, Gracie offered me a wet wash rag so that I might put out an effort to compose myself. Not a word was spoken. I do not know how long we sat there. They sitting across from me and me looking off into space filled with such pain.

Then I began. The flood gates opened and my heart poured forth my fears and my heartache and the absence of my hope and the sorrow for even being at their home in the dark of night.
I without hesitation shared with my pastors that I must be the weakest person they had ever known. I could not find myself and all I could do night after night after long endless nights lay on the floor before a might God and beg for help.

I had no intestinal fortitude and I could not deal with the pain and disappointment. I was worthless as a teacher of anyone let alone young women of such influential mentality. 

I remember just a few things spoken from that night and one of them was that I thought that I was much stronger than that and how disappointed that I was in such disarray.
During this entire dissertation they spoke not a word. I finished my rant and we all sat silent.

God moved in such a mighty way in the next 60 seconds that my tears subsided and my spirit man was renewed and all my fears were ceased and I knew that I knew that I had heard from God. That quick, that easy and that profound!

James D___ sat forward in his chair and looked at me and he said " Why in the world do you think that you are not doing EXACTLY what is require of you to be the leader that the Lord wants you to be? Why in the world do you think that laying on your face night after night after long night is a sign of weakness and not strength? Why in the world do you think for one minute that I would be disappointed in a child of God that knows where her strength really lies? "

And he sat back in his chair and watched as I processed what he had just said to me.

We sat and talked for another hour before I left their home and headed to mine. The drive home was much different as the drive there. I was able to finish my chicken without the taste of salty tears.


Matthew 11: 28- 30 Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
29 Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.
30 For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.

How arrogant are we as flesh and blood humans to think that we can take on the weight of our world and not buckle under the pressure. Why in the world do you think that Jesus told us that HIS yoke was easy and HE offers that to us today.

It is ONLY when we take on our burdens and carry them and take the I from HIM and insert that I into me that we get into so much trouble.

I learned something that night that has stayed with me and is embedded in my spirit. It is a truth that sets me free and keeps me free if I will but apply it.

My strength is never greater than when I am on my face before the face of the Father.
Today we rest in Christ and we cast our cares on HIM. He is able to carry those things that weight us down. What ever crosses our path from the darkness of the world it is intended to lead us from the truth of HIS word.

Calvary bore the weight of YOUR world. HE does not intend you to carry that load.
HE speaks to you "My yoke is easy." Put down those things that causes us to bow to the ground under the load take HIS yoke........


Be blessed this day and give HIM your burden.


Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Cleaning House- Cleaning Spirit

I have been cleaning out things per the instruction from the Lord. Throwing away things that I just do not need. Letting go of things that I have kept "just in case" I might need it one day. Do you do that? While cleaning out I came across the source of this post. It was a couple of sheets of paper tucked away in a shoe box that I have had for years. I threw it away and in the doing I re-read this post. I was amazed that the very same relationships that I was struggling with two years ago have just this year been released. I am a slow learner.
The Lord has been giving me specific instructions the other day to "clean" up my spiritual life and one of them was to let go of people that have walked away from me. I will listen this time. I have a new vision for my life and struggling with dead relationships is not one of them. My older brother Paul is always telling me that they are a vexation to my spirit. He is right.

This post was from 2007
and something that I found VERY strange...... It was dated November 18 2007.
I think the Father God wanted me to post this again today.

What do you think?

....I am a fan of T.D.Jakes and have read most of his books. Woman Thou Art Loosed is a great book. While cleaning out some old papers the other day I came across an email sent to me by a good friend and mentor a few years ago... (Yes I am a pack rat and keep everything, however this time I am glad that I did.) In this email was some quotes from T.D.Jakes that I want to share with you.... You see I have struggled all my life with low self esteem and an sense of needing to belong. Maybe that is why I have made so many mistakes in my personal choices.

... If you knew me well or if you were around me for any given time you would think that I had all the confidence in the world and I needed no outside affirmation of who I was... but you would be wrong. I cover it up and I cover it up with a very strong personality and I am a bit mouthy... thus I will overcome by being the stronger voice. That is sometimes good and sometimes bad. I think that the Lord has helped me so much in the past few years by giving me Dennis. He loves me as I am and I have no need of proving myself. He is such a gift and he is the example of the love of God in my life......

........ Getting back to T.D.Jakes.... I hate it when I know someone does not like me or accept me and I work hard at trying to change that...... I will talk and do and go out of my way to figure out how to change their minds toward me. My older brother thinks I am crazy...hahahhah and maybe so... There are those that will love and accept me and there are those that will not and that is life........ I just have a hard time letting go... There are some relationships in my life that case me grief because I love these people but cannot reach them.... I try, I really try but everything I do is twisted and turned back to hurt me.......... soooooooooo while cleaning out those pesty boxes of paper I found this............ Tell me what you think:

Let it Go: 2004 T.D.Jakes

There are people who can walk away from you and hear me when I tell you this:

1. If they can walk away let them!

2. Do not talk one more person into staying with you , loving you, calling you, coming to see you, or staying attached to you.

3. Hang up the phone, do not try calling them one more time. ( I started to do that this morning)

4. Your destiny is never tied to anyone that has left you.

5. The bible says that they came out from us that it might be made manifest that they were not for us, for had they been of us, no doubt they would have continued with us. (1 John 2:9)

6. People leave you because they are not joined to you, and if not joined to you, you cannot make them stay.

7. We need to learn the gift of good-bye.

8. Stop begging people to stay. Let them go.

9. If someone cannot treat you right, love you back, and see your worth, let them go.

10. If you keep trying to help someone that will not help themselves , let them go.

11. If you are struggling with the healing of a broken relationship then Let it go!

T.D.Jakes 2004

I have been so guilty of all of these things.... I struggle so hard sometimes with things that I cannot change..... It is just who I am, but this morning after reading this list again I realize that it is a vexation to my spirit man and I need to let go. God has called me to accomplish some things in my life and I am beginning to see those things happen. The energy that I spend with the broken things in my life is draining me of my spiritual life.

.... The relationships in my life that are broken or non existing God will replace. He is able to send us a brother or sister, a mother or father. What ever the need may be He is able.
..... So this Sunday morning I will vow unto the Lord one more time to let go of those things that hinder my spirit and I will look to the Father for those things that I need in my life and if I do not need it in my life I will let it go.

We all have things in our life that need to be released to the Father. In the two years since I had written this post I have released a lot of things and people. It is a learning and healing process, and I see healing in my life and it is strange to say, but my vision is clearing.

God, HE is so smart.

Friday, November 13, 2009


What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.

Alfred Tennyson


Let the SON shine........


Friday, October 30, 2009


I read on FB this morning about ministry. It reminded me of this post that I wrote over a year ago. I thought it worth posting again......... Ministry........ right in front of my nose..


...........My ministry. I spent years looking for and waiting for my ministry. Many years ago when I was first born-again there was a powerful woman of God that prophesied over me. I will never forget that day and her words resound in my mind on many occasions. I would teach and preach and minister to wounded women. I would be an instrument of God to touch women of no self worth.

......... I think it was the next day that I began looking for that ministry. I studied for hours and hours. I listened with a hungry heart to every word that came out of the mouth of many ministers on TV and in my local church. Years went by and nothing. I cried, I prayed, I begged for God to "bring me into my ministry" I have a passion that burns within me today for the wounded woman but try as I might I could not find my"niche".

........... The years have come and gone and I have gone through very dark times since then and I have gone through many mountain top experiences. I cannot tell you when I came to an understanding of "my ministry" but thankfully I did. When I was first saved I was a mess and I would have been no help to anyone. There were things that the Lord and I had to work through before I could see Him clearly. I had a distorted view of all things of the Lord but knew that He lived within me and I so wanted to know the truth. I studied.

... Over the years I have been a preacher, a teacher, a leader of many women's groups. I have spoke in front of many and I have spoke in front of few. I have laid hands and anointed with oil and seen God heal. I can tell you that I am in my element when I am standing in front of groups of people large or small. But......... (you knew there was a but coming)

....I have learned over the years that our ministry is not in billboard neon signs. We are not all Joyce Myers' or Kenneth Copeland's. If you study the life of Christ you will see His ministry.

.... He moved through His world never staying still in one spot. His world was small compared to ours but He moved through His world with compassion for the few and compassion for the many. His ministry was to minister to the needs before Him whether it be healing or hunger. He was a healer when healing was needed, He was a teacher when it was called for, He was a provider when the people were hungry. He encouraged when people needed to be encouraged. He was all things to all men. That was who He was and that was His ministry. When He was 12 and found in the temple teaching His words to His mother were "I must be about my Fathers business" What is the business of the Father? It is people.

........ I was set free many years ago when He taught me that today I may need to just encourage someone. Tomorrow I may need lay hands on someone and pray the prayer of faith for their healing. If I come upon someone in need of food I will be called on to give "bread'. That is my ministry, and when I open my ears to His voice and keep my heart obedient to His calling then I find my self slap dab in the middle of a ministry that touches lives on a daily basis. Whether it be here in the blog or if it be on the streets of my small town. When I remain obedient to His voice I am walking in the middle of His will for my life. What a sense of freedom it bring to my heart and spirit man as I lay down at night. For me it is the understanding that when the sun comes up the following morning I need do nothing but walk in my world and be obedient and wait with much anticipation for what He will ask me to do today.

.........My ministry is obedience to His voice.......... He is in charge of the outcome.

Friday, October 23, 2009

PEACE PLEASE..............

May today there be peace within.

May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.

May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.

May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love
that has been given to you.

May you be confident knowing that you are a child of God. Let this presence settle into your bones,
and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love.

It is there for each and every one of us.

Teresa of Avila


It is not hard to understand what the world needs now is peace. We go through our days with each of us moving in the paths that we have chosen making the decision both great and small that we will need to repeat tomorrow.

I myself do those things each day, day after day almost in a robotic fashion, but if I stop for just a minute and let myself reflect on the day that has past or the day that is before me out of my mouth come the whispered prayer "just give me peace for this day Father God, I just need peace."

Do you find that is on your lips also. Much more could be requested, but peace is what my heart cries for the most. If only peace, then all else will find rest.

Peace we pray our Father God, peace among the turmoil,

and let us not not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.


Tuesday, October 13, 2009

THE Heart Doctor

For those of you that read my Broken Clay Pot here in this blog will understand why this morning is a humbling morning for me.

My son Darryl had heart surgery this morning. It was something that was decided yesterday late after seeing his heart Doctor and the scheduled the surgery for today. It was too far for me to go and the new procedure was going to make the surgery possible without going in his chest.
They go up through the vein in his groin to his heart and patch the hole and he will be able to go home today. The miracles of modern medicine.

I was up a lot last night praying and just thinking about my son. The other son Chris that lives here had made the 5 hour trip yesterday just to be there when Darryl saw the specialist. He of course decided to stay when they decided on surgery today. I waited and waited this morning for word of Darryl. That word came about 9:15........

No hole, the hole that was on the scan yesterday was not there this morning. The Dr had no answer for Darryl, he had no idea why the hole was gone and in medical terms they called it a medical misunderstanding or something like that....... What ever that means. They looked and looked while they were in there and just could not find the hole.

We know where the hole went, we know the God that spoke and healed that heart in an instant in the twinkling of an eye. We know.

While standing at the sink a bit ago and washing some dishes and thanking the Lord for the great thing HE has done, the Lord spoke. "I will continue to heal his heart" was what burst forth into my spirit man. I knew in an instant that it was my Father God and I knew in an instant what HE was saying.

I am humble this morning. When we give over to grief and futility of effort in prayer, HE does not and HE is faithful. I will take what the Father spoke to my heart this morning and I will watch the horizon for my son.........

In Christ

Saul Teplitz

Monday, October 12, 2009

Obedience, Better Than Sacrifice


Our Lord's first obedience was to the will of his Father, not to the needs of men; the saving of men was the natural outcome of his obedience to the Father.

Oswald Chambers

Is that a wonderful statement or what? It is in our obedience to HIM that our ministry is made manifest. No other effort to save a lost world will be as effective as obedience first.

It brings about anointed ministry. Isn't that what we all want?

Have an obedient day.


Friday, October 2, 2009

Broken Clay Pot

2 Corinthians

For we preach not ourselves, but Christ Jesus the Lord; and ourselves your servants for Jesus' sake.

For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.

But we have this TREASURE in earthen vessels that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.

We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair;

Persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed;

We are subject to being tired and weary. We have days that it is ONLY by faith we live and ONLY by faith that we move and ONLY by faith have our being. BY FAITH we rejoice and sing, BY FAITH we speak but there are days that I am weary, and my clay pot is subject to be broken.

We were not designed to carry the weight of the world we are clay pots and inside of this destructible vessel lives the indestructible TREASURE of heaven. The very same spirit, THE SAME SPIRIT, that raised Christ Jesus from the dead live IN ME. In my clay pot lives the third person of the trinity. The Holy Spirit HIMSELF. He brings to me council and direction and wisdom if I will stop to hear.

HE gives guidance in all seasons of my life and HE consoles and ministers to me when my clay pot is under great distress. When the world pushes in on me and fissures begin to appear in my fragile exterior HE mends and heals and strengthens from the inside out. HE so loves my clay pot that HE came to take up HIS abode and constantly reinforce the purpose HE has set before me.

BUT...... I am a clay pot.. I weep and I grieve and I break and have need of mending. I struggle to live yet I die daily. I sometimes hold on to this life with a grip of an iron hand refusing to relinquish my hold for the promise of a greater life.

I am a clay pot with the treasure of heaven encased deep within who I am. HE weeps when I weep and when I dance with my red tambourine HE will dance......... HE is all in all IN ME........ but I am a worn vessel subject to the cruel hand of the world coming to chip away at my exterior. I am a clay pot.

Never meant to be strong and mighty, never asked to do the impossible and never expected to toil without tears. We are clay pots and somewhere deep within the mortal clay that will crumble and return each of us to dust, lives the very person in the trinity that when God spoke 'Let there be" HE moved upon the face of the deep and life was, light was.

The very breath of God lives in my clay pot and because of HIS life in me the days that I crack under the pressure I am reassured that HE is the corner stone and HE is the master potter and in HIS hands I am sheltered. HE is the "I Am" and HE moves quickly to shelter me from being dashed upon the rocks.

Today my clay pot was in shambles and broken I sat and cried out to the only one that can mend the broken clay. My fleshly clay pot is weary and it longs for a place in time that I can feel at peace but just for a while..... I weep.

I heard from my youngest son today that my first born son Darryl had a stroke on Wednesday.
He has a hole in his heart and will see a surgeon in a few weeks.

I pray that my Father God from whom all life flows go before that surgeon and guide the hands that repair that earthen vessel known as Darryl. I have cried more today... Silly me, thinking that the 25 years that we have been estranged would somehow scar over the love that a mother has for a son. Silly me. I weep over lost years and I sob over a son that I need to hold..

I will go to the potter from where my life first started and HE will mend my clay pot from the inside out, and HE will hear the sobs of a mother grieving over a son and HE will go into that room HE will keep watch for me........ I know HE will.......

But HE was wounded for my broken clay pot and my transgressions; he was bruised for my broken clay pot iniquities: the chastisement of the peace of my broken clay pot was upon HIM; and with HIS stripes my broken clay pot can be mended and healed.

And within this vessel of clay is place the TREASURE of heaven.


Thursday, September 10, 2009



"The service of the Holy Spirit is that He helps us to distinguish pleasure from happiness and develop real joy. There are many experiences which give us temporary pleasure but do not add up to abiding satisfaction. Their thrills pass quickly, and sometimes leave a trail of regret and remorse. Some of our sense pleasures are like lightning flashes, while true joy is like the sunlight."

Ralph Sockman


Get to know the Holy Spirit HE is such a gentleman, HE is such a teacher, HE has comes to give comfort. HE is the third person in the Trinity.


Root Form (Greek)


Summoned, called to one's side, esp. called to one's aid

A helper, succourer, (someone who gives help in times of need or distress or difficulty,) aider, assistant

The Holy Spirit destined to be sent to the apostles after the ascension of Christ to the Father, to lead them to a deeper knowledge of the gospel truth, and give them divine strength needed to enable them to undergo trials and persecutions on behalf of the divine kingdom.

To point all people to Christ. Never drawing attention to HIMSELF. A gentleman.

Are there trials in your life?




Monday, September 7, 2009



Why in the world we we even imagine that HE does not watch and care for us. Why in the world would we be fearful of tomorrow when HE takes meticulous care for each and every creation in HIS hands.

When our lives given over the the one that created the universe then the life that we have is in HIS care. I once shook my fist in the face of God and told HIM I was taking control of my life and NO ONE was going to tell me what to do. HE let me, I spun out of control for years. It was only when I surrendered my life back to the one that knows me the best did life make sense.

I thought you might like to read this.

HE is in control......... ENJOY!

God's accuracy may be observed in the hatching of eggs.

For example:

-the eggs of
the potato bug hatch in 7 days;
-those of the canary in 14
-those of the barnyard hen in 21 days;
-The eggs of ducks and geese hatch in 28
-those of the mallard in 35 days;
-The eggs of the parrot and the ostrich
hatch in 42 days.
(Notice, they are all divisible by seven,
the number of days in a week!)

lives of each of you may be ordered by the Lord in a beautiful way for
His glory, if you will only entrust Him with your life. If you try to
regulate your own life, it will only be a mess and a failure. Only the
One Who made the brain and the heart can successfully guide them to a
profitable end.

God's wisdom is seen in the making of an
elephant.. The four legs of this great beast all bend forward in the
same direction. No other quadruped is so made. God planned that this
animal would have a huge body, too large to live on two legs. For this
reason He gave it four fulcrums so that it can rise from the ground

The horse rises from the ground on its two front legs
first. A cow rises from the ground with its two hind legs first. How
wise the Lord is in all His works of creation!

God's wisdom is
revealed in His arrangement of sections and segments, as well as in
the number of grains.

-Each watermelon has an even number of
strips on the rind.
-Each orange has an even number of segments.

-Each ear of corn has an even number of rows.
-Each stalk of
wheat has an even number of grains.
-Every bunch of bananas has on
its lowest row an even number of bananas, and each row decreases by
one, so that one row has an even number and the next row an odd

-The waves of the sea roll in on shore twenty-six to
the minute in all kinds of weather.

All grains are found in
even numbers on the stalks, and the Lord specified thirty fold, sixty
fold, and a hundredfold - all even numbers.

God has caused the
flowers to blossom at certain specified times during the day, so that
Linnaeus, the great botanist, once said that if he had a conservatory
containing the right kind of soil, moisture and temperature, he could
tell the time of day or night by the flowers that were open and those
that were closed!

Thus the Lord in His wonderful grace can
arrange the life that is entrusted to His care in such a way that it
will carry out His purposes and plans, and will be fragrant with His

Only the God-planned safe life is successful. Only
the life given over to the care of the Lord is


Monday, July 27, 2009

Alive and Dancing!

Times of fear sweeping the nation and hearts of man failing them for fear. Freedom slipping from our fingers, sickness ravaging bodies of those we know and some that we so love. Families loosing everything, despair and grief and fear.. Not knowing of what lies tomorrow... We live, we go about our days.

We pray.

If like me you wonder sometimes is my heart seated and established with the Father? Spirit man loaded down with concerns of the world, life and the darkness that wants compass us. Hearing and listening hard for HIS tender whisper. Looking for signs which HE warns us against. It is in the heart of us buried deep within the man that has been brought alive with the VERY spirit that raised Christ Jesus from the dead.................

That is where HE lives.

The very spirit of my man has been brought ALIVE. Born again, not of corruptible but with the incorruptible. ALIVE in Christ Jesus. Seated in heavenly placed with HIM. Never to die, alive for eternity. Journey through this dark and dusty land, not citizens, just passing through.
God of heaven comes down!

Alive and dancing this morning as I feed my spirit man and give him words and music that causes him to rise above the shouts of the one that would load us down with fear, dancing so that my spirit man can be loosed to praise and worship the one that so loves us.

God, HE lives in the praises. God, HE lives in the dance! God HE lives and because HE lives we will live also! Promises coming to the surface while I dance, while I live........ Promises of peace and love and promises of HIM being with me always. Joy that overcomes the fear and the darkness that wants to steal our peace.

HE is God...

HE is Alpha and Omega.

HE has always been and there is non before HIM.

HE is the last word in this world and HE will have no end. HE is God and HE is all present and all powerful.

Who will we fear?

HE is God that loved us so much HE sent HIS ONLY begotten son just so that HE could give us a hug and walk in the cool of the evening once again. HE is God that created all but sacrificed HIS son to return us to the garden from whence we started.

HE is God, and when I begin to dance my spirit man moves within me and hears the food for his soul and he rejoices and when my spirit begins to worship, I begin to dance.

I am alive in Christ and I dance.

HE is God.


(did you know that I own a red tambourine?)


Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Tools of The Trade

I read this email from a friend this morning and my heart was overwhelmed. How many times have I missed brushing someones hair. My mind is full of stuff and my ears are hearing nothing but sounds of a much too busy life. I do pray and I do talk to the Father God but I do long to be more do more. I long to brush someones hair.

Some think that God only live in the large places , that they need to be standing in front of the multitudes, but in fact God is big in the small places and lives are changed in the sheer simplicity of a hair brush.

As I read this article this morning, I so understand my position in the Kingdom of God. I know that due to my circumstances of caring for Mom and Dad I will not find myself sitting in airports traveling the nation and the world, but I will find myself my shopping at Wal-Mart or going down town to the market on Saturdays and Wednesdays. I will find myself at the beauty shop or the waiting rooms of Doctors offices. I will find my self standing with life all around me and I pray this morning to the Father of all life that I will fine tune my ears to hear HIS hearts cry.

It is in the one on one that nations are won to Christ, it is the obedience in the small things that touch a multitude of hearts. God just loves, that what HE does, HE just loves, and in that love that pours from HIS very being there might be days that the task at hand is large, but for the most part the tools required to do HIS will be as simple as a hair brush.
Today, let us each one LISTEN as HE moves in hearts and touches lives through us.

The will of God is simple and it ONLY flows through love...and in the story below, it is Love overwhelming in a simple hair brush.

Take time to read this and if you have already read it, read it again........



April 20, 2005, at the Airport in Knoxville , waiting to board the plane, I had the Bible on my lap and was very intent upon what I was doing. I'd had a marvelous morning with the Lord. I say this because I want to tell you it is a scary thing to have the Spirit of God really working in you.
You could end up doing some things you never would have done otherwise.
Life in the Spirit can be dangerous for a thousand reasons, not the least of which is your ego..
I tried to keep from staring, but he was such a strange sight. Humped over in a wheelchair, he was skin and bones, dressed in clothes the at obviously fit when he was at least twenty pounds heavier. His knees protruded from his trousers, and his shoulders looked like the coat hanger was still in his shirt. His hands looked like tangled masses of veins and bones.
The strangest part of him was his hair and nails. Stringy, gray hair hung well over his shoulders and down part of his back. His fingernails were long, clean but strangely out of place on an old man.
I looked down at my Bible as fast as I could, discomfort burning my face. As I tried to imagine what his story might have been, I found myself wondering if I'd just had a Howard Hughes sighting. Then, I remembered that he was dead. So this man in the airport... an impersonator maybe? Was a camera on us somewhere? There I sat; trying to concentrate on the Word to keep from being concerned about a thin slice of humanity served up on a wheelchair only a few seats from me.
All the while, my heart was growing more and more overwhelmed with a feeling for him.
Let's admit it. Curiosity is a heap more comfortable than true concern, and suddenly I was awash with aching emotion for this bizarre-looking old man.
I had walked with God long enough to see the handwriting on the wall..
I've learned that when I begin to feel what God feels, something so contrary to my natural feelings, something dramatic is bound to happen.
And it may be embarrassing.
I immediately began to resist
because I could feel God working on my spirit and I started arguing with God in my mind. 'Oh, no, God, please, no.' I looked up at the ceiling as if I could stare straight through it into heaven and said, 'Don't make me witness to this man. Not right here and now. Please. I'll do anything. Put me on the same plane, but don't make me get up here and witness to this man in front of this gawking audience. Please, Lord!'
There I sat in the blue vinyl chair begging His Highness, 'Please don't make me witness to this man. Not now. I'll do it on the plane.' Then I heard it......'I don't want you to witness to him. I want you to brush his hair.'
The words were so clear, my heart leapt into my throat, and my thoughts spun like a top. Do I witness to the man or brush his hair? No-brainer.
I looked straight back up at the ceiling and said, 'God, as I live and breathe, I want you to know I am ready to witness to this man. I'm on this Lord. I'm your girl! You've never seen a woman witness to a man faster in your life. What difference does it make if his hair is a mess if he is not redeemed? I am going to witness to this man.'
Again, as clearly as I've ever heard an audible word, God seemed to write this statement across the wall of my mind. 'That is not what I said, Beth. I don't want you to witness to him. I want you to go brush his hair.'
I looked up at=2
0God and quipped, 'I don't have a hairbrush. It's in my suitcase on the plane... How am I supposed to brush his hair without a hairbrush?'
God was so insistent that I almost involuntarily began to walk toward him as these thoughts came to me from God's word: 'I will thoroughly furnish you unto all good works.' (2 Timothy 3:17) I stumbled over to the wheelchair thinking I could use one myself. Even as I retell this story, my pulse quickens and I feel those same butterflies. I knelt down in front of the man and asked as demurely as possible, 'Sir, may I have the pleasure of brushing your hair?'
He looked back at me and said, 'What did you say?'
'May I have the pleasure of brushing your hair?'
To which he responded in volume ten, 'Little lady, if you expect me to hear you, you're going to have to talk louder than that.'
At this point, I took a deep breath and blurted out, 'SIR, MAY I HAVE THE PLEASURE OF BRUSHING YOUR HAIR?' At which point every eye in the place darted right at me. I was the only thing in the room looking more peculiar than old Mr. Long Locks. Face crimson and forehead breaking out in a sweat, I watched him look up at me with absolute shock on his face, and say, 'If you really want to.'
Are you kidding? Of course I didn't want to. But God didn't seem interested in my personal preference right about then. He pressed on my heart until I could utter the words, 'Yes, sir, I would be pleased. But I have one little problem. I don't have a hairbrush.'
'I have one in my bag,' he responded.
I went around to the back of that wheelchair, and I got on my hands and knees and unzipped the stranger's old carry-on, hardly believing what I was doing. I stood up and started brushing the old man's hair. It was perfectly clean, but it was tangled and matted. I don't do many things well, but must admit I've had notable experience untangling knotted hair mothering two little girls. Like I'd done with either Amanda or Melissa in such a condition, I began brushing at the very bottom of the strands, remembering to take my time not to pull.
A miraculous thing happened to me as I started brushing that old man's hair.
Everybody else in the room disappeared. There was no one alive for those moments except that old man and me. I brushed and I brushed and I brushed until every tangle was out of that hair. I know this sounds so strange, but I've never felt that kind of love for another soul in my entire life. I believe with all my heart, I - for that few minutes - felt a portion of the very love of God. That He had overtaken my heart for a little while like someone renting a room and making Himself at home for a short while.
The emotions were so strong and so pure that I knew they had to be God's. His hair was finally as soft and smooth as an infant's.
I slipped
the brush back in the bag and went around the chair to face him. I got back down on my knees, put my hands on his knee and said, 'Sir, do you know my Jesus?'
He said, 'Yes, I do'
Well, that figures, I thought.
He explained, 'I've known Him since I married my bride. She wouldn't marry me until I got to know the Savior.' He said, 'You see, the problem is, I haven't seen my bride in months. I've had open-heart surgery, and she's been too ill to come see me. I was sitting here thinking to myself, what a mess I must be for my bride.'
Only God knows how often He allows us to be part of a divine moment when we're completely unaware of the significance. This, on the other hand, was one of those rare encounters when I knew God had intervened in details only He could have known. It was a God moment, and I'll never forget it.
Our time came to board, and we were not on the same plane. I was deeply ashamed of how I'd acted earlier and would have been so proud to have accompanied him on that aircraft.
I still had a few minutes, and as I gathered my things to board, the airline hostess returned from the corridor, tears streaming down her cheeks. She said, 'That old man's sitting on the plane, sobbing. Why did you do that? What made you do that?'
I said, 'Do you know Jesus? He can be the bossiest thing!'
And we got to share.
I learned something about God that day. He knows if you're exhausted, you're hungry, you're serving in the wrong place or it is time to move on but you feel too responsible to budge. He knows if you're hurting or feeling rejected. He knows if you're sick or drowning under a wave of temptation. Or He knows if you just need your hair brushed. He sees you as an individual. Tell Him your need!
I got on my own flight, sobs choking my throat, wondering how many opportunities just like that one had I missed along the way .. all because I didn't want people to think I was strange..
God didn't send me to that old man. He sent that old man to me.
Please share this wonderful story.

'Life isn't about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain!'


Wednesday, July 1, 2009


If you did not see this over at The Knightly News........See it here.
Listen and weep....... I did.....


Wednesday, June 17, 2009

My New Look

Just wanted to brag a bit about my new look! Did she do a good job or what! I will only be posting here a couple of times a month with my devotionals. The other blog is for the "life at my house" stuff......... I really do like this design and the lady at the well with Jesus is one of my brother Paul's art work. He created that for me to match the statue that I was given by Tisha my cousin. Sooooooo I just wanted you to see the "new do."

Devotional will be posted in a day or two........ in the mean time go over and think about signing up for my Pay It Forward. I have one lady and I need three more! You will not be disappointed in what I send......... I promise!


Monday, June 15, 2009

Problems At My House

If you have tried to go to my other blog you have found that it is a MESS!!!!!!!!! Seems that the three column template that I have is having problems on Photobucket! I cannot fix it as I have no idea how to load a three column template without loosing all my 'stuff" soooooooooooo I will just sit patiently and see if she can get it fixed today!

Have a wonderful day girls........... I will be around to post tonight (if it is fixed) and my new Samaritan Women is just about finished! It is sooooooooooooooo beautiful ! I am anxious for you to see...........

Hey girls, I have gotten some email saying that this blog is fine and it does not seem to be in a mess....... YEP but take a look at the other one!

Life At My House Now that is a mess!

Monday, June 1, 2009

I Am Back.......

Come over and visit me at My House

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Just a Few More Days

Ran into major problems in my shop Tuesday, Wednesday and today! Bummer .... So my schedule for closing was moved till tomorrow or maybe Monday. Job to finish and the machine decided to eat two shirts! Now I have to reorder and sew them out and deliver them Monday afternoon........... BUT that is ok, as my steps are directed of the Lord!

I will be back this weekend with some fun pictures over on my other blog! I have a devotional started for this one but that will be middle of the week..............

I have found poison ivy somewhere and it is now on the inside of both arms, on my right side, on top of my left hand, on my upper lip and under the bottom of my right boob! Dr has put me on steroids and I am wired to the gill!

hahhahahha Who knows where it came from? I don't..... I can catch it if the wind blows!

Thanks for the sweet emails and comments........... I AM LOVED !

Love ya's and see you this weekend over on the other blog!

Life At My House

Sunday, May 24, 2009

*Back to the Blog

Hey girls, I have gotten several email wanting to know when I was coming back...... Well I will be back the middle of this next week. I have a few things to finish in my shop and then I am closing the doors. I have been busy with other things and talking to the Lord a lot. I will share a bunch with you here and some fun things over at the other blog.

I have missed you EACH and every one and those of you that have kept in touch via email, you have blessed my heart.

I have had such withdrawals from my blog..... I am amazed at how addicted I have become to all of you.............

Love ya and see you Wednesday or Thursday.........

Monday, May 18, 2009

Jeremy Riddle Sweetly Broken

To the cross I look, to the cross I cling
Of its suffering I do drink
Of its work I do sing

For on it my Savior both bruised and crushed
Showed that God is love
And God is just

At the cross You beckon me
You draw me gently to my knees, and I am
Lost for words, so lost in love,
I’m sweetly broken, wholly surrendered

What a priceless gift, undeserved life
Have I been given
Through Christ crucified

You’ve called me out of death
You’ve called me into life
And I was under Your wrath
Now through the cross I’m reconciled

In awe of the cross I must confess
How wondrous Your redeeming love and
How great is Your faithfulness

At the cross You beckon me
You draw me gently to my knees, and I am
Lost for words, so lost in love,
I’m sweetly broken, wholly surrendered


Miss you girls!!!!!!!!!!!! Soooooooooooooooooo much!

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Finding Mary and Discarding the Bustier !


Find out what pleases the Lord. Have nothing to do with the fruitless deeds of darkness, but rather expose them. —Ephesians 5:10-11

We learn what pleases those closest to us primarily by spending time with them. By trial and error we also discover things they like and dislike. When it is a relationship we really desire to develop, it becomes fun to make the other person happy.

The Lord has His own ways, too, and He wants us to know them and adjust to them.

We may think they are odd—at first—but the benefits of accepting Him as He is and adjusting to what pleases Him will result in great blessing and peace.

We have the wonderful advantage of having the whole Bible at our fingertips. This surely leaves us without excuse.

Unless we are careful, we will not only begin to take ourselves too seriously, but we will also fail to tune into the ways of the Spirit—simply because we already presume that we know them so well.

For we too must learn—by experience—what pleases the Lord. This means spending time with the Lord and developing a sensitivity to His ways. We must find out what pleases Him.

Excerpted from The Sensitivity of the Spirit (Charisma House, 2002).


I fear that the past 6 years in my life has caused Mary to go into hiding and I have become Martha. I did not know that I was making the journey from Mary to Martha over these years but alas I was. The enemy is so subtle that we do not see him working in our lives, but he is working in our lives.

I so miss the days that I sat at HIS feet and enjoyed the communion that only HE can bring.

I have become a Martha. I cry more than I laugh, and if you knew me you would know that something was wrong. I am a character with a capitol C. Always have been. I wake up in the morning laughing and going on and that usually grieves most people but that is who I am, or should I say used to be.

I have moved out of HIM and abiding in HIS strength to handle the day to day of our lives and I have moved into myself and my strength and how many of you know that will not work for long.

Two years ago hurrying around trying to get things done, taking care of Mom and Dad and my business and my home and still having two houses to flip and get rid of, I put on my wonder woman suit with it Bustier and boots and dug my heels in and said I AM WOMAN HEAR ME ROAR!

Mary over at Mary's Writing Nook.. I know this made you smile!

This past March, I crashed. It was not a pretty sight. It frightened my brother, not to mention my sweet DH. My roar became a whimper and my boots and my wonder woman Bustier became tattered rags. I had moved into my own strength and it failed me.

While visiting with my sweet Jean just weeks before she went on to be with the Lord. It was words from her sweet lips that tore my heart and exposed Martha. While we talked we spoke of the times when we remolded an old church building and watched as our congregation grew.

We spoke of the many Sunday mornings that we rocked that old church house until the floors shook. We laughed and spoke of the days that God truly met us in a way that we have not seen since. It was then, through eyes cloudy with sickness that she looked me in the eye and asked me what was I so busy doing that I am not doing what HE has called me to? Just what are you so busy with? She has no idea how that impacted my life but I will share that with her one day. I went there to minister to her but God had other plans.

I sat quiet that afternoon after leaving there and I allowed her words to linger in my mind until the Spirit of the Lord broke my heart. Too busy with what? I do not know.

Matthew 6:20 But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal:

I have removed my business sign from my front yard and over the next couple of month I will close my shop. It is very time consuming and I will begin to do some of the things I love and my son Chris is going to take the business. I have moved around some outside swings and my plan is to go out side during the day and just read and talk to the Lord. Too much time has passed since I have spent quality time with HIM.


There is NO doubt in my mind that the Lord intends me to be here talking of things of the Lord because that was the original reason for my blog. I want to talk of things of the Lord on my blog, but I want new and fresh things, I want the spirit of the Lord to be alive and living in the words that I type. The Lord so wants to bring life into lives that are suffering and hope to those that are hopeless and I want to be a part of that........ So for a short while I am going to spend quiet time with HIM...

Love you each lots and lots and I will be stopping by each of you from time to time...

AND in these days of uncertainty remember : LOOK UP for your Redemption draweth nigh!


I have created a new blog next door :) called Life At My House. That is where I will post most of the time about fun things and things going on out here. I will keep my Samaritan Women just for the times that the Lord gives me something to say. I think I will do better if I keep this just for those times. I want in the blog world Samaritan Women to be only food for the spirit.

So go over to my house and put your sweet face in the following place so that you will know when I come back!

Life At My House

Go over and follow my other blog.

Love Ya's.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

God In The Text Messaging Business

Just wanted to interrupt my blog break for just a few short minutes.... Most of you know that I have a son that has been estranged from me for over 24 years now.. I hear from him once in a great while.I have prayed over the years for God to mend our hearts and I hold tight to that hope. 
I heard from him tonight for the first time on Mothers day.It was a simple text message but God is in the text messaging business... It was late, around 10:15 or so but it was the world to me.
Just wanted to share that with you my blogging buddies that I love so much. We must ALWAYS remember that when we remove ourselves from helping our Father God , HE will do the work that we so earnestly believe HIM to do...........
It was JUST a text message, but to a mothers heart it was a gentle warm hug from a Father God to reassure her that HE is busy restoring her son back to his mother.

I pray that your Mothers Day was filled with much joy.......

I will be back in a few weeks.....

Monday, May 4, 2009


Just heard from Kathy my sister. Sandy is out of surgery and the surgeon said it was a piece of cake! Everything went text book and the hole is closed and there is no heart damage as thought there might be. She will be in the hospital for about 5 days. Also they had told her originally that she most likely would not ever be able to have more children as to the stress on her heart but the surgeon said that if she does good for two years there is no reason she cannot have more children.


Thank you each and everyone that prayed! Prayer works! We are so blessed by God to have a circle of friends called bloggers.............. How just like God to mastermind such a thing............ HE knew that the blog was coming and HE knew who HE would send as bloggers.............. What a God we serve.............. Hugs to you each!

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Prayer For Sandy

Many have asked again about Sandy... so that you can pray while she is in surgery. Her surgery is tomorrow morning at 6:00 a.m.
She goes in tonight............ Thank you for the many emails and concern. Thank you for your prayers. I will post as soon as I hear from Kathy. She has promised to call as soon as Sandy is out of surgery.
I will hold my blog break post until after I hear that she is well and out of surgery.

Love ya gals!

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Prayer Request and Blog-Give-A-Way

Most you my friends will remember this beautiful face. Sandy Jackson. She is the daughter of my sister......... She is as beautiful on the inside as she is the outside . She gave birth to a beautiful son 6 months ago now and during that birth they discovered she has a hole in her heart. They needed to wait till she recovered from the C section before doing another surgery. Well it has been long enough and Monday morning in Pittsburgh Pennsylvania she will have open heart surgery to repair that hole.
Kathy (my sister) flew to Pennsylvania this morning, headed to her daughter. The Doctors are all very reassuring that she will be just fine but I cannot even begin to imagine what is going through my sisters mind and what now is going through Sandy's mind as she has a beautiful son and daughter and a precious husband at home waiting.

Please pray for God to guide the hand of the surgeon and please pray that the Father God will hover over her like a hen hovers over her chicks........ Wings of the angels spread over that table where she lays with the protection of all that heaven has......... ..
Matthew 23:37

O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, [thou] that killest the prophets, and stonest them which are sent unto thee, how often would I have gathered thy children together, even as a hen gathereth her chickens under [her] wings, and ye would not!

Just thought I would put that scripture there so you would know I am not crazy!

Sandy....... a beautiful soul and a precious niece.


Now for the Blog Give-A-Way........ Thanks for all the sweet comments........ I wish I had a pillow for each one of you............. But without further ado...............

I used and out of 33 comments it PICKED........

# 7

and the winner of that cute little pillow is ............... Shirley at MaMa's Place.
Go by and tell her congrats...... She is such a sweet person.........

I will post again tomorrow about my blog break........ there are a few things I want to chat about before I go............... Hugs................

Friday, May 1, 2009

A time for Weeping...... But then GREAT Joy!

Thou hast kept count of my tossings; put thou my tears in thy bottle! Are they not in thy book? Then my enemies will be turned back in the day when I call. This I know, that God is for me. In God, whose word I praise, in the Lord, whose word I praise, in God I trust without a fear. What can man do to me?

Psalm 56:8-11

The Revised Standard Version

Life knocks us around does it not! BUT HE is faithful to see us when we sob without words and tears fall to fast to control and out of our spirit man comes our groaning that only HE understands and those tears precious to HIM are bottled up.

Even in our utter sorrow with grief that cannot be spoken HE understands.

What a God we serve and what a God that all men need.

Lift up your head oh ye people of God and rejoice for sorrow is just for a short time then there will be much joy in the morning.

Morning will come and morning is soon!


Tragedy here in our extended family. Diane, the sweet gal that often cuts mom and dads hair, has lost her oldest son in a motorcycle accident last night. Diane is the sister in law to my sweet sister in law Alpha. I have met and laughed with Diane's son Michael several times while in the beauty shop. He has left a 13 year old son that also lost his mother one year ago.

Diane is broken and in need of prayer...... She is strong in the Lord, but life sometimes is just too hard to bear. Pray for Diane and that precious 13 year old young man that now is without mother or father. Diane is a wonderful grandmother to him and he lives just across the street from her beauty salon. He will be very very well cared for and very very loved.

In Christ


Tuesday, April 28, 2009

******Two Year Anniversary Blog Give-A-Way

Today is my two year anniversary here in the blog.............. Here is the first post from April 28th 2007:

1 Corinthians 2:16

For who hath known the mind of the Lord, that he may instruct him? but we have the mind of Christ.

Philippians 4:8

Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.

The word of God tells us that we have the mind of Christ. Now think on that a minute, the mind of Christ. So, what does He think? We need to study the word of God, we need to hear the word of God. We need to let the word of God so change our hearts that when the enemy comes in and fills our hearts with fear, the word of God will rise up to confront him with the truth. The battlefield is in our minds, so we need to change our minds. Hide the word of God in your heart this day, think on things that are of a good report . God can change our hearts but not our minds, we can change our mind but not our heart. So when we change our minds, God will change our hearts.

Be blessed this day,


That was two years ago. My how time flies. I had started a blog a few months before that but did not keep it open. Was having some trouble with other people wanting to run me off and run me off they did........ BUT only for a while.......... My sweet DH kept telling me how much it would help me and give me an outlet for my devotionals. He kept on me and I finally decided to try one more time. How glad I am that he kept after me. I am blessed to have met so many many wonderful friends here. Each one of you add a special touch to my life.

I am going to give a way this too cute little pillow for my anniversary and I will draw a name on Saturday at 12:00 noon my time. Then I am going to take a bit of a break from blogging. I will post the reason on Sunday....... soooooo get your name in the pot and win this cute little pillow......

I have missed coming around to a lot of my blog buddies this past couple of weeks........ so if I have not been to your "house" in a while......get the coffee pot going, I am headed your way this week!

Love you each and every one!

Thursday, April 23, 2009

10 Years April 24th ------- WE MET ON THE INTERNET


Ten years ago today, April 24th........ I heard his voice, and when least expected, God moved. I had been single for 10 years with NO intentions of marrying again......... Been there done that! On April the 1st (April Fools Day) I had to close the doors on my business and file bankruptcy. I was broken. I had worked hard for years and it was not that I could not make money it was that there was just one of me. I was working 12-14 hours a day 7 days a week and I just could not stand under that stress....... I called the bank that had my loan and told them to come get it.. And come and get it they did....... On April Fool's day........... That did not help......,

It was the next day that I was walking in the park, not knowing what to do, no job, homeless (I was living in the back bedroom of a friend but now I had no way to pay her) Oh she was not kicking me out but she had nothing either. I was living on lettuce and fried chicken from Wal-Mart. hahahah now there is a diet. It would last me two or three days.

I digressed, it was the following day and I was walking the park, talking to my Father God. It was a time in my life that I was very close to HIM and could hear HIM speak. (I have lost some of that but that is for another day)

I remember exactly where I was when HE spoke. The park has a walking path and it is 1 1/2 miles around and there are several very pretty places along the path. There is this one spot that you cross over a little bridge with a very small creek flowing under. One of my favorite places along the path. I had been talking to the Lord about my life and what next...

My conversation to HIM was, "do I stay here or do I move to Tulsa where there is more opportunity for jobs?" Do I stay with Sharon or move back in with Mom and Dad in order for me to be able to keep my car for a few more months" I just need direction Lord, just need direction. It was then HE spoke and I was right in the middle of that little bridge. " I have someone for you " was HIS response.

Oh NO! I did not ask for a man was my response.......... How many of you out there know that HE does not argue with us........ Just the spoken word...... Then HE was silent.

The month of April was coming to an end and the only thing I had left from my business was my computer. My friend that I lived with worked nights so it was a good time for me to read and study and renew my spirit. I also during the month of April found a web site called One on One pen pal's for Christians........ I thought it looked pretty good so in I went. Not a chat room as I was afraid of those, but a web site with Christians that were visiting via email. No names or address or even email addresses..... You were assigned a number which kept you safe.

I had several gals that I was talking to and when I would get the guy emails I would just delete them. I did that many days before one day in my email box was an email from a man named Dennis.
I cannot tell you to this day why I did not delete that one but I am sure we all know, but I opened it and read........It was simple and well written and not a lot of "I love to take long walks in the rain kind of crap" Just who he was and what he did for a living and just stopping in to say hello. Well I answered that email............ Long story short........ It was my precious DH....... Dennis Walden.

After a few days of email we both logged onto a chat program called ICQ some of you might know of it , not even sure if it is still around. It was open chat not chat rooms and we began to talk...

Here are the first few days :

April 24, 1999......... I met my husband.

ICQ History Log For:
37192598 Dennis


4/24/99 5:01 PM

Hi Denise!
Just a quick note to let you know my ICQ # is
This is pretty neat ( I'm easily
Hope your trip to Tulsa was safe and you
enjoyed visiting with family.....Dennis

4/24/99 5:02 PM

good afternoon,,,, did not go to Tulsa,,,,


4/24/99 5:04 PM

Sorry you couldn' here is kinda bad
too.. just catching up on house
cleaning...thanks so much for the ICQ tip..I'm
trying to get my niece in Springfield setup


4/24/99 5:06 PM

wow did not take you long to download and get
started,,,,, I think that you will enjoy this
.... I have many friends around the
world,,,,,LOLO my list gets out of hand some
times and have to go through and delete those
that I have not heard from in a while...


4/24/99 5:10 PM

I can imagine...I'm still wading through all
the options and set up stuff.
Need to take a break and go get some
groceries; want to cook meatloaf
tonight, maybe rent a movie or got to Barnes &
Noble for awhile..


4/24/99 5:11

PM have a great day,,,,, and enjoy your evening


4/24/99 5:16 PM

and sometimes you get booted off of ICQ......:)


4/24/99 5:18 PM

Happens a lot here too! have a great
weekend there Denise.
I'ts nice that we've met and can share some
thoughts along the way..
I'm working tonite at midnite for a couple
hours; only time I can take down
the entire network for an upgrade..


4/24/99 5:18 PM :)

have great day,,,,,, :) God Bless

And the rest they say is history......... After visiting the rest of the month of April and all of the month of May, we met for the first time at the praying hands in Tulsa Oklahoma on May 29, 1999.

I got there first as he was driving from Wichita Kansas.

I sat under those hands for a very long time it seemed. Then I saw his truck (he told me what he was driving) pulling into the parking lot. My heart raced....
We spoke for just a minute and laughed at how nervous we both were and it was there standing beneath those hands towering over us that he asked me to marry him and gave me a ring.

He knew, he had waited all his life until God told him this is the one. He knew, he had heard from God. I knew.
That was 10 years ago today, and I can tell you that Dennis Walden was sent from God. I had lived in fear of my life for so many years and suffered through abuse for years and years, BUT I always knew that my Father God had a man for me that had his heart turned toward the Father.
God did......... His name is Dennis Walden.

We were married October 17th 1999 at the crystal chapel in Eureka springs Ark. There are not words .............. I will post about that in October...

See the little bench on the left hand side of the base...... That is where I was sitting...

When God moves there is no mistaking................HIS timing is perfect....... HIS voice is unmistakable if you are listening..... HE wants to give us direction , HE wants to give us life and life more abundant. HE loves us...... After many many years of heartache, abuse, dying dreams and a broken heart, HE took a keyboard stroke many hundred of miles away, over a thing called the Internet to give me the gift of Dennis....... I will spend eternity praising HIS name and living out unending years in the presence of the Father God and with my precious Dennis.

I have every one of the ICQ chats from April till October.... There are hundreds of them. I go back every once in a while and read them.. and cry....
They show a beautiful progression of two people becoming one. They are a priceless treasure......