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The following thread is what has been happening on my facebook page the past few hours.  Someone suggested I copy and paste it here on my blog.  I thought it a great idea so here it is.  I hope everyone receives a blessing by reading the great testimonies posted here.

You just never know. One of the men we baptized on Sunday is a result of the very first park service we had where we baptized his children. He came in contact with some of our people this past week and he remembered them from the park a few years back. He was ready for salvation and came Sunday, was baptized and received the Holy Ghost. You just never know what your efforts will produce.

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      Jason West Amen. My mom came to God by entering her name into a drawing for a Free Bible a the First Church’s Peanut Brittle Booth at the County Fair. 

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      Jason West ‎2 weeks later, a Family came knocking on her door downtown San Jose, and said she won the Free Bible, but she has to have the Free Bible Study that goes with it. 31 years later…here we are. I thank God for people that put time and effort of putting together that booth and sat that booth for hours, for a single mother to eventually push a 2 year old in stroller past it, and be drawn to it. 

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      Ronda C Hurst Bro. Jason, That is incredible! Those folks’ crown will be full of stars. Heaven will be such an awesome place, just to see and hear the testimonies of how many people are saved because someone set up a peanut brittle booth at the fair and offered a free Bible Study. 

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      Jason West You just never know who will be impacted. 

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      Tanya Hale Treasure Wow that was an awesome testimony!!! 

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      Elaine Long Totally awesome. Thank you Jesus. 

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      Ronda C Hurst 

      Okay, Jason got me to thinking……..When my grandmother (Layne) received the Holy Ghost way out in West Texas (Mountain Top), she was the only one to receive it in that revival. The Lord spoke to an old time preacher man (Wilkins) to go …out there and have a revival. There was no church. He just went out and started preaching. My grandmother was touched and repented. She was so desperate to receive the Holy Ghost that she began to fast because she said that food didn’t taste good. My grandfather was an incredible cook and a Southern Baptist. 🙂 He was so angry that she was under so much conviction and not eating that he fixed a meal of Fried Chicken, Mashed Potatoes, Biscuits, Cream Gravy, etc and set it on the table and called for the children (Dean, Scoper, Murray[my dad], Doug and I can’t remember if Don was born yet) to come to the table and eat. He called for Grandma too. They all came, ready to eat. Grandma approached the table but when she stood there and looked at the food she began to cry and said she couldn’t eat. “What do you mean you can’t eat”, Grandpa said. She replied, “I want the Holy Ghost”. At that moment, she fell to the floor under the power of the Holy Ghost, speaking in another language as the Spirit gave the utterance. She was ecstatic! Grandpa was furious! Eventually, he received the Holy Ghost too. My dad (Murray L. Layne) received the Holy Ghost in a hog pen that they had cleaned out and scrubbed to make a prayer room.
      Even though some may say that was not a successful revival, I must differ. If Bro. Wilkins had not obeyed the call of God to go then my Grandmother may never have heard the gospel truth. And, consequently my dad would not have heard the call of God on his life. Not to mention the countless thousands that his ministry has touched through saints and ministries that were under his. Including: Keith (his son), Linda (daughter) married to Wendell Elms (both sons are preachers of the gospel). Myself (daughter) married to Nathan Hurst (our son is a preacher of the gospel and our daughter is married to a preacher of the gospel). Karla (daughter) married to Gene Holley (both sons have a call of God on their lives). Like I said, Heaven will be an incredible place to see the many souls whose lives were changed simply because ONE man answered the call to go to West Texas and hold a revival and ONE lady received the Holy Ghost and this precious truth.
      Do you think I’m going to give up?! Well, think again. This Truth and my heritage is way too precious to me to allow anything in this world to stop me from entering Heaven’s gate!See More
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      Jacque Howell Oh Ronda. I am so thrilled to hear this story. I had never heard it before. I just read it to my parents and they didn’t know it either. Thanks for sharing it. 

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      Don Doran 

      Sister thank you for sharing with us this great testiimony…I am a product of your father’s ministry, received the Holy Ghost in his church 1965 and have been preaching the gospel for 40yrs. 

      Your grandparents were very good friends with my …parents when we lived in Fresno and I remember many an evening visiting with them. What wonderful people they were. I remember Pop Layne testifying of how God had saved him and delivered him from coca-cola, among other things. Precious memories and their finger prints are on my life. I too have a precious heritage…again, thanks! God Bless…See More

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      Felissa N Jeff Woods THAT IS WONDERFUL! 🙂 

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      Karla Layne Holley Wow!! Awesome stories all around. So thankful for my heritage and for what God is still doing today!!! 

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      Scott Sarria Incredible! GOD is awesome… 

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      Rene Brewster Oh how awesome!!! I love hearing stories like this. You are so right, you just never know what a word or act of kindness will mean to someone down the line. 

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      Rene Brewster 

      Ok so after reading the testimonies here goes. Thirty years ago the church I was saved into used to go out every Saturday and knock on doors and offer free bible studies. They each took maps of part of the city with their route in yellow …high light. The men who had our area felt as if God told him to go off his highlighted route and to knock on our door. That day he spent 3 hours with us, my husband and I, telling us of the one God message. We did take the bible study, got baptized and received the Holy Ghost and I will never turn back!!! The wonderful thing is I found out later that my grandpa was a oneness preacher in the UPC and that my mom was raised UPC but because she was backslid and estranged from her heritage she raised us Catholic. Still God remembered the prayers of my grandparents, that I’m sure they prayed and brought, eventually, all of the grandchildren to baptism and allowed each of them to receive the Holy Ghost.See More
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      Kelly N Debbie Howard That is awesome!!!! 

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      Ronda C Hurst ‎@Rene, That is so awesome! Holy Ghost Inspired witnessing is the best! What was your grandfather’s name? The Lord stored your grandparents tears/prayers in a bottle and when it was time He poured them out on you. Your testimony brought tears of thankfulness to my eyes.

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I know my title sounds a little odd.  Let me explain.

When I was a little girl, growing up, Mother would load us up in the car every once in awhile and take us down to Bloomington (California) from Fresno to see Grandma and Grandpa Pound and all the uncles, aunts and cousins.  I loved to play around their house, in the yard and if we could get by with it in the sand pile and on the pipes of Grandpa’s business.  However, if we ever got caught (which we did often) we got in big trouble either from Grandpa or Uncle James, Uncle C.W.,  or one of the crew that worked for Grandpa.  Inevitably, one of us kids would get “hurt”.  You know, scrape a knee or get a small cut on a finger or arm.  That was one of the reasons Grandpa didn’t want us playing on or around his equipment.  We loved to climb on the big trucks, etc.  Back to my story….When one of us got hurt and we would run to the house, crying and asking for help, after Grandma saw that we wasn’t  hurt that bad she would always say, “Well, that wouldn’t hurt on my eyeball”.  She would always make us laugh and forget about our little scrape.

A few days ago, I spilled a cup of HOT coffee on my arm and my poor husband thought I had been shot or something really horrible had happened,  by the way I screamed and bounced around saying, “Oh! OW!  JEEEE—SUS!”  and on and on.  He tried to help me by saying, “Oh, I’m so sorry.  Run it under cold water, etc”.  Poor guy didn’t know what to do.  We both thought for sure it would blister and be red and burnt for days.  However, the next day, I looked at it and it looked just like a little scrape.  Nathan looked at it and tried to remain sympathetic but I could tell by the look on his face (he’s not good at hiding his feelings) that he couldn’t understand what all the screaming had been about the previous day. That’s when I just started laughing, almost uncontrollably, all the while trying to tell him what I was laughing at.  That look on his face took me back to much younger days, when I would see that same look on Grandma Pound’s face and she would say, “Well, that wouldn’t hurt on my eyeball”.  🙂

I know I could take this post and make something much more philosophical and maybe even spiritual (grow up already, in the Kingdom of God).  But, I just wanted to share a little Ruby Pound-ism with you and hopefully make you smile.  There was only one Ruby Pound and every once in awhile I feel her “spirit” get on me.  She was quite a character and I’m glad I had her as a grandmother.  She made me laugh more times than I could ever count.

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Happy Birthday, Nathaniel.  You are a joy and blessing to Dad and I and a host of other people.  We love you and we are proud to call you our son!  Have a wonderful day.  I pray that God will shower you with His best in the coming year.

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Has it really been thirty three years?  I still feel like I’m that young blushing bride.  I was so excited for this day to come, 33 years ago.  As I was waiting to hear the organ play the introduction to the song I marched down the aisle on, “Here Comes Heaven”, I remember Daddy asking me, “Are you sure about this?  Are you sure you love Nathan enough to live with him the rest of your life”?  I looked him straight in the eye and said, “I’m sure”.  Little did I know at that time how much love can grow.  Looking back, our love for each other that day was nothing compared to what it is now.  All the things you go through together makes love grow deep.  One of the songs sung at our wedding was “Walk Through This World With Me” and that is what we have done.  We have walked together, flown high sometimes, crawled and sometimes just had to stand still, but we’ve had each other.  I’m thankful for the journey and I am looking forward to the future with the man of my dreams.

Our Wedding Party: September 2, 1977

Our Wedding Day September 2, 1977

On our Honeymoon, September 1977

Us Now!

Our Family: August 2, 2010

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Last week my sisters-in-law, Teresa Sarria and Patricia Hurst and myself took Mom (Dorothy Hurst) to Washington for Ladies Retreat. The retreat was held in beautiful Wenatchee, Washington. This all started with a phone call from Leah Seagraves, Ladies President, Washington District. She said that they would like to honor Mom for having started Ladies Retreat in their district 25 years ago and wanted to know if we thought we could make sure she got there. Well of course, we would do everything we could to get her there. We talked about it and planned, so on Wednesday, August 11, 2010 at about 2: p.m. we piled into the “old” Lincoln and took off. Randy’s (mom and dad’s youngest son) girls, Shavon (13) and Danika (8) rode with us to Kennewick, WA. So… there was six of us in the car. We didn’t quite know how this was going to go but we needed to get the girls home (Kennewick). As it turned out, we had a blast! We laughed and talked and slept (a little) all the way. We drove straight through which was about 15 hours. I’m sure that Shavon and Danika will never forget the trip. 🙂

Once in Kennewick we dropped the girls off at their home and then we got a room and slept for a few hours.

We awoke to a beautiful day in the Northwest and called Bro. Wayne Clemetson, pastor of the church that Mom and Dad pastored for 41 1/2 years to ask if we could see the newly remodeled church. He graciously said yes and met us there to give us the grand tour. They have done a beautiful job on the building and we enjoyed a little time with the Clemetson’s. May God richly bless them as they carry on the work at Apostolic Tabernacle, Kennewick, Washington.

Cindy Hansen (my other sister-in-law) who still lives in Kennewick, met us at the church and it was so good to see her. I always love to see Cindy’s big smile.

After the tour of the church, we headed over to Zips for a Papa Joe. This is one of our family’s all time favorite places for a good hamburger, french fries (with tartar) and something cold to drink. I’ve been in the Hurst family for 33 years (Sept. 2) now and was introduced to Zips from the very beginning and I love it just like they all do. We can never get near Kennewick and not stop in at Zips for a Papa Joe. We had a great visit with Cindy and then said our goodbyes and headed out to Wenatchee for Ladies Retreat.

The drive was beautiful, winding along the magnificent Columbia river and acres and acres of apple trees. We arrived at the Coast Wenatchee Center Hotel for Ladies Retreat with a couple of hours to spare before it all started at 7: p.m. August 12. When Mom got there, they had a hostess meet her and walk her to a reserved seat on the front row. Sis. Leah Seagraves stepped to the microphone and welcomed everyone and then especially welcomed Mom and said how honored she was that she was there. When she finished the ladies (all of them) began to applaud and stood to their feet and gave Mom a standing ovation. It was very touching. Bro. and Sis. Barnett the district superintendent also honored her with kind words. This was just the first night. Sis. Jalane Lumpkin brought the message and it was powerful. After service, we were all too tired to go out to eat so we went to the room and just ate a sandwich that Patricia so graciously walked across the street to a restaurant to get for us. Teresa has many friends in Washington district so she fellowshipped with them for awhile.

Friday was another great day in service with Karen Harding singing and speaking as only Karen can do. WOW! What a voice and what an anointing in both her singing and speaking.

Friday Night they had a big banquet and it was so good. Vicki Warren (ladies secretary) presented Mom with a beautiful cook book that the district ladies put together and dedicated it to Mom. They also had a beautiful bouquet of flowers for her. Vicki is from the Kennewick church and Mom was her Pastor’s wife all her life so the things she said about her were so beautiful. At one point ladies who had written a card for Mom, remembering past retreats brought them up front and put them in a basket for her. Sis. Leah said some beautiful things also and gave Mom such honor and respect. Thank you all for making Mom feel so special. I just have a feeling, that somewhere down the road of your life, you will receive double honor for the way you treated Dorothy Hurst at your retreat. You gave honor to whom honor was due and I believe the Lord smiles on you.

Saturday Morning we went to Leavenworth, WA. It is an absolutely gorgeous little town. We walked and shopped the quaint shops and had a good time. We then left there and traveled to Bend, Oregon. Headed home! We awoke on Sunday and drove the rest of the way to Hollister. We got home about 9: p.m. Sunday Night, August 15.

As you can see we had a very full 4 days. God was good to us and I am so thankful for this time I had with my dear mother-in-law. And, of course my sisters-in-law too. 🙂

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Isn’t it funny how as we get older, we turn into our parents?  I began thinking about this last Monday (August 2) when Nathan and I was trying to get out-of-town and get to camp meeting in Santa Maria.  We had everything packed and ready to go….then when we got into the car we had to get gas, then go to the store, then go to the bank, etc. One time when Nathan got back in the car after one of our many stops, I said, “Well, Murray do you think we might get it all done”?  To which he replied, “My Lord, Lila, yes we are just about finished”!  You must know that my mother (Lila) and father(Murray) did this every time we were going out-of-town, and as a child I did not like it one little bit.  I could not understand why they couldn’t get it all done before I got in the car, ready to leave. 

Now and then I catch myself saying things just like my mother would say.  I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror not long ago and gasped because I thought I was seeing Mother’s ghost and came to realize it was just me.  “Mirror, mirror on the wall. I’ve become my mother after all”.  There are sometimes Nathan even calls me Ruby (my maternal grandmother), because I will say something that reminds him of her.  

After we got to camp-meeting, finally, 🙂  I was reminded again of things I do and/or things I like that Mother did, when my sister, Linda asked me take a picture of all the motorhomes/coaches at camp meeting and send it to her.  She said that it was Mother’s “fault” that we both liked them so much.  ha! 

Here’s a few other things I’ve noticed that I like that Mother also liked:  An ice cold diet Dr. Pepper,  an ice cream cone from McDonalds, a drive in the country, staying up late with friends and laughing alot, baseball (yes, she liked it), a good cry in a good church service, the clapping of the crowd at a general conference or large gathering of saints (she said it sounded like a rushing river), good preaching/teaching,  singing and good music.  Oh my! This list could go on awhile. 

 Do you ever catch yourself doing things like your parents or grandparents? 

It just happens to us all, I think. 

 Funny how that happens, huh?

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 I am posting this again.  The first time I posted this was 7/22/2006.  It has been one of the most visited of my posts.  I hope you enjoy and that you come in contact with the Master of the wind today.

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Years ago, a farmer owned land along the Atlantic seacoast. He constantly advertised for hired hands. Most people were reluctant to work on farms along the Atlantic. They dreaded the awful storms that raged across the sea, wreaking havoc on the buildings and crops. As the farmer interviewed applicants for the job, he received a steady stream of refusals.

Finally, a short, thin man, well past middle age, approached the farmer. “Are you a good farm hand?” the farmer asked him. “Well, I can sleep when the wind blows,” answered the little man.

Although puzzled by this answer, the farmer, desperate for help, hired him. The little man worked well around the farm, busy from dawn to dusk, and the farmer felt satisfied with the man’s work. Then one night the wind howled loudly in from offshore.

Jumping out of bed, the farmer grabbed a lantern and rushed next door to the hired hand’s sleeping quarters. He shook the little man and yelled, “Get Up! A storm is coming! Tie things down before they blow away!”

The little man rolled over in bed and said firmly, “No sir, I told you, I can sleep when the wind blows.”

Enraged by the response, the farmer was tempted to fire him on the spot. Instead, he hurried outside to prepare for the storm. To his amazement, he discovered that all of the haystacks had been covered with tarpaulins. The cows were in the barn, the chickens were in the coops, and the doors were barred. The shutters were tightly secured.

Everything was tied down.

Nothing could blow away. The farmer then understood what his hired hand meant,

so he returned to his bed to also sleep while the wind blew.

MORAL OF THIS STORY

When you’re prepared, spiritually, mentally, and physically, you have nothing to fear. Can you sleep when the wind blows through your life?

The hired hand in the story was able to sleep because he had secured the farm against the storm.

We secure ourselves against the storms of life by grounding ourselves in the Word of God.

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We don’t need to understand, we just need to hold His hand

to have peace in the middle of storms.

When I read this story I was reminded of a couple of songs my mother use to sing. One said, “I know the Master of the Wind. I know the maker of the rain. He can calm the storm, make the sun shine again. I know the Master of the Wind.” The other one had words like, ” ’til the storm passes over, ’til the thunder sounds no more, ’til the clouds roll forever from the sky…hold me fast let me stand in the hollow of thy hand. Keep me safe, ’til the storm passes by.”

For as long as I live, I will remember Mother sitting at her piano and singing that last song, “hold me fast, let me stand in the hollow of thy hand….” as she battled cancer in her body. Her voice was very weak but her spirit was strong because she had secured things between her and her maker. I could tell and so could everyone around her that she was not afraid of the stormy winds blowing in her life. Thank you God for a mother that really did KNOW the Master of the Wind.

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Louise Redden, a poorly dressed lady with a look of defeat
on her face, walked into a grocery store.

She approached the owner of the store in a most humble
manner and asked if he would let her charge a few groceries.

She softly explained that her husband was very ill and
unable to work, they had seven
children and they needed food.

John Longhouse, the grocer, scoffed at her and requested
that she leave his store at once..

Visualizing the family needs, she said: ‘Please, sir! I
will bring you the money just as soon as I can.’

John told her he could not give her credit, since she did
not have a charge account at his store.

Standing beside the counter was a customer who overheard
the conversation between the two. The customer walked
forward and told the grocer that he would stand good for
whatever she needed for her family. The grocer said in a
very reluctant voice, ‘Do you have a grocery list?’

Louise replied, ‘Yes sir.’ ‘O.K’ he said,
‘put your grocery list on the
scales and whatever your grocery list weighs, I will give
you that amount in groceries.’

Louise hesitated a moment with a bowed head, then she
reached into her purse and took out a piece of paper and
scribbled something on it. She then laid the piece of
paper on the scale carefully with her head still bowed.

The eyes of the grocer and the customer showed amazement
when the scales went down and stayed down.

The grocer, staring at the scales, turned slowly to the
customer and said begrudgingly, ‘I can’t believe it.’

The customer smiled and the grocer started putting the
groceries on the other side of the scales. The scale did not
balance so he continued to put more and more groceries on
them until the scales would hold no more.

The grocer stood there in utter disgust. Finally, he grabbed
the piece of paper from the scales and looked at it with greater amazement.

It was not a grocery list, it was a prayer, which said:

‘Dear Lord, you know my needs and I am
leaving this
in your hands.’

The grocer gave her the groceries that he had
gathered and stood in stunned silence.
Louise thanked him and left the store. The other customer
handed a fifty-dollar bill to the grocer and said; ‘It
was worth every penny of it.

Only God Knows how much a
prayer weighs.’

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For some reason I have been thinking about friends lately and the different places they fill in my life.  I have many friends and each of them are different. 

A few weeks ago I found out that one of my life long friends had to have emergency surgery and since she is older, I was concerned.  Even though it wasn’t what we would call major, I was still concerned.  I can’t really explain the feelings that I had during that time.  What if something happened?  What would I do without her?  And the funny thing is, we don’t talk everyday or even every week, but I just know she’s there.  If I ever needed her for ANYTHING she would be there.  I have a few friends like this.  Lifelong friendships are awesome.  You are totally you when with these kind of friends. 

Then, just a couple of weeks ago we attended the General Convention of our organization, the United Pentecostal Church International.  This is always a highlight to me.  To gather with so many people of like precious faith and worship together is simply great.  Also at this meeting we get together for fellowship with other longtime friends and our “conference friends”.  When we get with these people we just pick up where we left off at the last convention and have great times of conversation, laughter and enjoying each others company. 

After the convention I was privileged to spend a few extra days with my sisters.  These are my blood sisters and there is no one like them in my life.  What can you say about sisters?  They just are!  I love them both dearly. 

The new friends that God is bringing into my life are so precious to me.  We are getting to know each other and you are fulfilling yet another role in my life and I hope that I am doing the same for you.  With the family of God, it is so exciting. 

We got home on Friday Night and I was already looking forward to seeing and worshipping with my church family.  What precious people of God they are.  As I was kneeling toward the end of an awesome service today and thanking God for what He is doing in our midst, it just came to me again, the different roles different people play in our lives.  As much as I love and appreciate my lifelong friends,  my longtime friends, my conference friends and even my sisters, none of them can take the place of my church family/friends.  There is a special and different bond with each of these groups of people but each one plays a very significant role in my life. 

I can’t find the words to express my deep gratitude for them all.  For the friends that have been part of my life, all of my life,  I love you more than you even realize.  My longtime friends that have stuck with me through thick and thin.  You’ve been there when those closest to me passed from this life.  We have cried together and sometimes laughed so hard we couldn’t hardly catch our breath.  Thanks for just being there.  Sometimes you didn’t know what to say, but you was there and that makes all the difference in the world.  I like the saying, “You can’t make new, old friends”.  🙂

To my sisters:  I love you and appreciate you more with each passing day.  Even in our relationships though, we each play different roles in each others lives.  Talk about ups and downs!  We have been through it all.  We have cried ’til we didn’t have any tears left to shed.  We have shared sorrow and grief together.  Our worlds have been shattered.  However, with each of our strengths and helping each other, we have made it through, together.  Then there are the times that we laugh so hard we hurt.  I’m thankful that this happens more often than not.  You two are the best!  I love you dearly.  “I’m smiling because you’re my sister.  And laughing because you can’t do anything about it”! 

My church family:  You are incredible.  I cannot even begin to tell you what you mean to me.  After being with all my friends at conference, when I walked into the church today, I was so warmed by your love.  Church families hold a very special place for the Pastor and his family.  I love singing and worshipping with you.  I love dancing before the Lord with you!  I love it when you pray for me and I love to pray for you.  I love how you love to hear your pastor preach and teach. 🙂  I love your outpourings of love that is given in the form of a gift or just a simple, “I love and appreciate you”.  You are simply the best and no one can fill that place in my life but YOU. 

This has been my thoughts for quite sometime now.  I love my life and all the people in it.  Thank you all for being YOU!  You are precious to me. 

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I was walking through my father’s house in Wichita Falls, TX when I heard from the kitchen, “Ronda,  Come here”.  I replied, “Daddy, I don’t have time.  We have got to get gone”.  We were trying to get on the road back to our home in Texarkana, a five hour drive.  We had stopped by Daddy’s on our way home from California where we had just left Nathaniel for college.  Daddy spoke back in a very stern voice, “Ronda, come in here NOW”.  He had not spoken to me in that tone for MANY years so I knew something was of extreme importance.  I didn’t know if this was something about Mother who had just passed away a mere month before or what was so urgent that he would use that tone with me.  I went to the kitchen where he was sitting at the kitchen table, kind of like, in shock.  He just pointed to the radio as if to say, “listen”.  That’s when my world stopped.  As I stood in shock and listened to them say that one of the World Trade Center towers in New York had just been hit by an airplane, I could not move.  However, all at once we mobilized with lightening speed. We all jumped in the car and headed to the nearest place with a Television (Daddy didn’t have one).  🙂  As we walked through the doors of Market Street (a grocery store in Wichita Falls) and looked at the big screen, that’s when we saw that the second tower was also hit .  I can’t even describe the emotions I felt that day.  I had just left my son in California, 2,000 miles away, and I was afraid for him.  Would I ever see him again? I didn’t know at that moment.  I didn’t know if this was truly the beginning of the end.  Was this the beginning of World War III?  Were these people, whoever they were, going to hit someplace else in our beautiful land?  All I knew to do at that point was to pray.  Sincerely pray.  Nathan, Danelle and I got in the car and began to make our way to Texarkana.  As we went through Dallas, we noticed that the skies were empty.  There were no airplanes flying. Of course that was really strange.  It’s funny how things like that are noticed when they are no longer there. We made it home and called a special prayer meeting as I know many people across our land did that day.  So, as I sit here this morning, eight years later, and think about 9/11/01, all those emotions come back.  I think of the families who lost loved ones that fateful day.  My heart nearly breaks for them.  Then, all of a sudden, coming ever so gently into my play of emotions is something else, thankfulness.  Thankful for how America responded on that day and the days that followed.  Thankful that we are still here, eight years later.  Thankful, that even though that day (9/11) changed America forever, we are still here and still the greatest nation on earth!  I pray for America! I will never forget where I was or what I was doing the day our world stopped. 

GOD BLESS AMERICA. LAND THAT I LOVE. 

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