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Now unto him that is able to keep you from falling, and to present you faultless before the presence of his glory with exceeding joy, to the only wise God our Saviour, be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and ever. Amen. Jude 1:24, 25. Little children, keep yourselves from idols. I John 5:21
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Two years ago my husband and I felt God calling us to leave the church I had grown up in. I fought it, because I was very attached and didn't think I would find another church that felt so much like home. Well, we DID find a church and God has blessed us beyond measure, and shown me that I can, indeed, love my new church. Beyond what I could imagine. And that makes me laugh with joy! (of course, more laughing is in store, I hope, since we're moving up here and are again searching for another church to love!).
I read this yesterday, and I had to think about what I was going to say, see some of you know that I grew up mormon, so did my husband and our family's... Well I never felt loved by them, we were only looked down on becuase I wasn't a perfect mormon and made my husband come to church every week, and I couldn't make him do what they wanted of him...
God made me laugh so hard with pure joy, when I realized that what those people felt about me just didn't matter anymore... That having a relationship with my Lord and being saved was more important...
I am invading the KY Siesta blog for a second. hehe I used to live in Berea, KY if that counts.
I love reading your answers.
Mine would be that when we moved to the Nashville area 8 months ago it was hard finding a church. Church after church visit, nothing. I decided I was staying home one Sunday and I got up early and had my prayer time. I asked God to show me the church He wanted my family and myself to attend and how tired we were in looking. After that I went to take a shower, after getting out of the shower I heard a small engine plane flying over, I looked up thru my skylight and I see the plane and it was flying a banner, on the banner it said, World Outreach Church,,,, I laughed my head off!!! We visited the next Sunday and have been there ever since. It is also 10 minutes from our house. Is that just like God?!!
Blessings,
Patty
Hey Girls,
I haven't officially checked in in awhile, but I am still doing the study and I read all your comments. I just had to respond to this question. When I was pregnant with my second child I was told about half way into the pregnancy that the chances were great that he was Downs. I was devastated, as most parents would be, but I prayed for peace. We felt our chances of Downs were great because I was an "older" mom and my husband's aunt is Downs. However, I began praying that God would give me peace through the pregnancy so I would have a healthy pregnancy and not one filled with worry or stress. During my pregnancy I was given the opportunity to attend the taping of The Patriarchs. Before leaving for that trip I prayed that God would give me an opportunity to meet Beth so she could pray for my baby. (I know that sounds a little weird, but at the time she was, and is, such a spiritual mentor I just felt that would be a valuable experience that would give me peace.) As the days progressed toward the trip I began coming to terms with everything the doctors had told us, but was still hoping for and praying for the best. During that time I began to approach God with boldness and pray for peace and a perfect baby and one with blue eyes. Blue eyes??? weid request ---But none of us have blue eyes and I think they are so beautiful. Anyway, at the taping of The Patriarchs one night Beth spotted another pregnant girl in the audience and in an impromptu moment asked all the pregnant women in the group to come forward to the stage with her so she could see and meet us. We did--there were 12 of us. She then said --I feel lead to pray for each of you and over these babies. I don't remember anything she said because I bawled crying throughout the whole thing--because I knew that prayer was just for me. ANyway about 2 months later my son was born absolutely perfect--no signs of Downs and with the most beautiful blue eyes you have ever seen---Glory to God. Every time someone asks, "Where does he get those blue eyes?" I laugh and tell them that God is soooo good to me....and then I get a chance to tell my story.
Amy H
Amy,
That story just warms my heart! I remember that moment in the taping so clearly. How neat that you got your special prayer...and those perfect blue eyes.
Traci
My husband and I have adopted both of our daughters from here in the Louisvilel area. Our youngest, Emily, was 4 days old when we brough her home from the hospital. Shortly after brining her home we discovered that she had acid reflux. She was constantly "projecting" after being fed her bottles. Our doctors were great, & we kept searching for a formula that she could keep down.
At our last attempt, the doctor said that if this one does not work, we may need to consider surgery. We'll you can imagine our fear of hearing that our precious little one could have surgery. What made it even more difficult was that, she was still considered our "foster daughter", so to a great degree we would have no say in the matter.
We brought our concern to our ABF class (Sunday School) class. The class came over to our house that Monday night and we went around the room praying for Emily and the reflux. We also prayed, that we would be able to adopt her.
Fast forwarding this, Emily is now 2 years hold how is very happy and very energic. Since that night Emily has not had another occurence of the reflux. Praise God!! One of her favorite things to eat: lemons dipped in salsa!! AND, we offically adopted Emily on February 26 of this year!!
I had to laugh even this morning as I realized how much God does to reassure me. I often struggle with whether or not I've made the right decision and so forth. I've questioned the wisdom of adding another bible study to the other things that I am currently doing many a time. This morning, the scripture in the NOG study looked familiar. It is the same one I am reading in my chronological study. :) Am I in the right place? Yep. Does God understand that I am a little slow and need a little extra reassurance? Yep. :)
I want to thank all of you for leaving inspirational comments on this post. God does take care of the big and small areas of our lives!
Karen, so good to have you back from vacation! I know that you have a lot on your plate because I read your blog (a stalker) and attend another Bible study with you (missed you this morning). It's great to have you back!
Wow Amy! Awesome story...
My most recent joy moment came after I lost my camera. I am an amateur photographer, and I dream of having my own studio one day. I take pictures all the time, and lovedmy camera. Well, we went to Houston in May for my brother-in-law's wedding. I had two kids and thir activity bags, a baby and her diaper bag, and my camera bag to keep up with on the airplane. I was operating on three hours of sleep (our flight left at 6:00am and I stayed up till 3:00am packing!), so I was groggy and rushed and overwhelmed with kids. As a result, I left my camera on the airplane when we landed. It was under my son's seat, because he and I had switched seats during the flight so he could look out the window. Long story short - the camera was stolen some time during the 30 minutes or so that it took for me to notice it was gone, get back through security, reach the gate and be told it was not on the plane....
I was heartbroken - it was a $1200 camera, and we had no money to replace it. A few weeks later, my husband took me out to dinner. I was surprised to find my whole family there. They presented me with a card that said my entire family and many friends had contributed money toward an early birthday present - the replacement of my camera. The envelope contained a check for $1600! I was so moved, and shocked! I now have a nicer camera than the one I lost. God is SO good.
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