A Lesson From God

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    One afternoon, I ran my fourteen-year-old son to a craft store to pick up something he needed for a project that he was working on.  Toby ran into the store, and I waited in the car.  A siren caught my attention and I glanced over at the main road, watching an ambulance zip by as it headed toward the nearby hospital. Immediately, my mind shifted to the goodness of God,…

  • A Semi Empty-Nester

    I’m a semi empty-nester.   An empty-nester because my three children are grown and gone.  Even Michelle, my special needs daughter, no longer lives at home.  However, I’m a semi empty-nester because I’ve practically raised my grandsons, Jay and Luke, ages 12 and 10 respectively.  They belong to my daughter, Jamie, who lives only ten minutes away and has had to work full time since the coming of her firstborn.  Grandma…

  • A Near Miss

    In August, 1989, Floyd worked for GE Aircraft Engines, and they were relocating our family from Cincinnati, Ohio to Valdosta, Georgia.  It was a straight shot down Interstate 75.  A moving truck packed us up, so all we had to transport were our two vehicles, three kids, and ourselves.  That sounded easy enough. We loaded up and hit the road.  I followed Floyd down 75, through downtown Cincinnati and into…

  • The Day I Believed

    When I was a senior in high school, my friend, Lynn, invited me to spend Saturday night at her house.  I wasn’t into church or religion; nor was I saved.  But I knew it would be rude for me to spend the night and pack up and leave early Sunday morning to avoid church.  So I spent the night and attended services with them the next morning.  They were members…

  • Standing for What’s Right

    When Floyd and I were stationed in England, we had a choice of attending the Church of England, which didn’t preach the gospel, the base chapel, which preached more of a social gospel, and a Southern Baptist Church.  So we attended the Southern Baptist Church right outside the main gate. The people there were young in the Lord (as was I).  Well, Floyd was my mentor, and God used him…

  • God’s Never-Ending Provisions

    After serving three years of military duty at Alconbury, England, Floyd received orders to Valdosta, Georgia. Our official PSC (permanent change of station) date was around January 7, 1982, approximately two weeks after Christmas.  That’s when we were actually getting on the airplane to go home. The military allowed us one week in billeting (the base motel), which meant that December 31st was the soonest we could check in.  During…