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    The military transferred our family to Valdosta, Georgia in January, 1982.  Our son, Toby, was 21 months old and I was five months pregnant with our daughter.  At that time, we bought a double-wide mobile home trailer and rented a space in a trailer park.  That Christmas, we moved our trailer onto a piece of property that we had purchased.  The land was undeveloped, so we cut down trees, cleared…

  • Faith Promise Giving

    Missions is the very heartbeat of God.  John 3:16 says, “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.”  Because God is holy, the price of sin must be paid.  Yet, at the same time, He loves us tremendously and doesn’t want to see anyone die in their sin.  II Peter 3:9 says, “The…

  • Instructions That Last for Eternity

    As many of you know, I wasn’t raised in a Christian home.  My parents weren’t atheists or involved in a cult or religious in any way.  They were good (by worldly standards), honest, caring, hard-working people who did the very best that they knew how to raise their seven children.  I am the third oldest. When I was about eight-years-old, I remember a neighbor who used to take my younger…

  • 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…

  • Loving thy Neighbor

    As I mentioned in a previous blog, when we lived in Valdosta, Georgia, we started a Bible study in our home for the single GIs who were stationed at Moody AFB.  One of our regular attendees was Rodney.  He became a good friend.  He enjoyed playing with the kids or serenading little Jamie on his guitar.  Rodney was also a member of our church and he was just as faithful…