were friends, I didn't feel friendly, but she never let up...she got saved at a
small county church in my home town....and she would not shut up about it.She
begged me to attend with her, she would call and come by and never would get the
message, that I just wanted to be left alone!!
� I had been through all that , I told her and years ago...
� Saved in 1964, at the age of 13...I felt as tho I had been much to sinful to
ever be accepted by the Lord again and the relationship , I had known as a child
was betrayed my me....He would never forgive me , for the things I had
done....any way she did not really know me at all.....I felt like the church
would be struck by lightning if I stepped foot inside...and I told her so...I
told her I knew hoh the preacher would look at me and make me cry ( I hated that
) and how the people would talk....I wanted no part of it...but she never shut
up...she worn me out with her insistance and finally , just to shut her up, I
agreed to go along with her one time.� With many conditions, if the preacher
preached at me, or if I cried , or if anyone looked at me cross-eyed....I was
outta there....and don't even look for me..she agreed and I went....for just the
one time, I reasoned.� Maybe she would give it up , at last...when she saw that
I really did know what I was talking about, besides I knew these people, she was
the new one in town...she would finally understand what I meant and leave me
alone....I thought.
� Struggling with the knowledge that I was the one who had broken the promise
made years ago to God...I was just to sinful to ever be accepted in His house..I
knew that He did not forgive divorce and I had been divorced twice, I also knew
He would not forgive my years of involvement in the occult and drugs....You see
, I thought I knew it all...and she would finally understand that some can not
be forgiven.... Boy, was I in for a surprise.� God must have heard all my
excuses, because when I got to the church with her , everyone seemed so full of
love and actually glad to see me....the preacher had the children line up and
march around the room to a cute little song....that I actually laughed and felt
so light-hearted ,I forgot that I had figured on crying.
� The preacher actually taugh on the very things I believed and explained that
God looks upon the heart of a man and not his outward appearance, hummm!! He
only took up one offering and explained that sometimes the greatest offering is
the one of praise or prayer and not always money...so if you do not have the
money for the offering, give a silent prayer for a neighbor or raise a word of
praise to God, as your offering....
� By this time , I am thinking, "Wow, where am I , is this church?"
� Then to top it all off , he forgot to give an alter call and I had to ask to
rededicate myself to the Lord and even asked if it was right to do so......
� God works in mysterious Ways and He worked a miracle that day in me....
� He had beat me to the church and every condition I had placed on my friend was
dealt with in Love and Forgiveness..I was breathless and awe struck....I had
forgotten that God is Love and this little country church and my new friend had
to gently remind me...
� I can not begin to tell of all the blessings and miracles that have occured
since that day, in 1996 when a new journey began in my life.
� Hope, and Faith, Peace and Love ...a family reunited and a marriage restored,
by God Himself....
