Wednesday, May 28, 2014
I Gotta Make It!
"It will be Worth it All!"
Friday, March 21, 2014
New Kids on the Block
Monday, December 7, 2009
Saturday Morning
Saturday morning, 5th of December, and I was making Oreo Cookie Balls for a Christmas party that night! I began to giggle as my mind traveled back in time about 46 years. This is always an interesting past time, remembering an age of innocence where kids could roam and play without worries!
In this current memory, my brothers and I were down on our knees beside Hwy 1416, encouraging our very own doodle bugs to "move it buster!" The bugs were each rolling their own little ball of 'cow paddy,' and we kids wanted our beetle to win. The cookie balls looked exactly like the doodle bug balls!
Glenn walked into the kitchen and asked, "What's so funny!"
Laughingly I told him where my mind had gone, and we begin to reminisce about those days of innocence!
Behind our home place there was a 'patch' of woods where we were allowed to play for hours. Under the cool shade of tall pines, huge oaks, and around a few squatty bushes we had created a fairy tale play ground! We had houses with wall divisions made of pine-straw, furniture created from fallen branches, and enough kids to people each house with moms, dads, and kids.
We built caves, cooked mud pies, squabbled, had prayer meetings, and played church. At any given moment we could shout, talk in tongues, and sing as good as any saint in our home church. We could do the two-step like Adeline Dougharty, Glenn's Grandmother, or we could mock to a tee, Sis. Bertie Rashall's obeisance dance (I do not know any other way to describe it!). We would kneel down and pray like Sis. Florene Brown (sort of machine-gun style), or stand to testify and break out in song like Sis. Linnie Stivender as she waved her hanky in her left hand!
This was not mockery in a hurtful sense, rather, as children we had learned to worship God from the examples set before us; sometime our play was so real that we would be crying for real. Looking back now, I realize that there were times that we felt God's presence. I can remember Delbert, my brother preaching under the anointing, and at that time we did not even know what anointing meant.
Isn't it amazing how we forget the simple things of life when we get so caught up in everyday living. I am glad for the cookie ball reminders!
Precious Memories, how they linger!
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Revival 2009.....Sunday Morning
This is a pic of Bro. and Sis. Story, out to eat like all Pentecostals! We have had a wonderful time making friends with these folks.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Revival 2009....
1:59pm - Sunday Morning Service - What can I say, except that God always knows exctly what we need! We have had several visitors in every service until this morning. There was only one person there today that was not a member of our church. It was the will of God without a doubt. Our evanglist preached "Life!" It is so amazing how God works. As Bro. Story began to open his life to us and draw word pictures of heartbreak and pain, it was as though he was reading from a book; a book that included more than one person's story. As he reached the part of his story where God told him to love the people involved, God's presence came down into the service and heaven kissed the earth. Bro. Story ministered, and God began a work that makes me want to peer ahead and see the finished product! What a mighty God we Serve!
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Revival 2009







