Spiritually Speaking…

I just want to say thank you to all of my fellow church members who are writing such wonderful blogs.I have been so inspired sitting here reading all of these words of Faith,Hope and Love.I was brought to tears of joy as I read each and every one.I hope and pray that the same thing will happen to anyone else who will be blessed enough to get a chance to read them.Thank you all so much and thank you Lord for working through all of these terrific people,my brothers and sisters in Christ.Love and Blessings to everyone.

                                                                Cindy

Hey everyone.I realize it’s been a while since my last blog and I have no excuse.It was brought to my attention by more than one person and on more than one occasion that I should really get back to it.As pastor Vic has preached on just recently,I have been letting the things of this world control my life.It’s ironic how many days and nights I could sit right here at this computer and surf the net but yet couldn’t manage to find the time to write a blog.For that I feel very ashamed.I am not doing what I should be, and that’s to praise the Lord. I just want to thank God for all of the blessings in my life,for saving me, and for leading me and my family to a wonderful church.It’s very easy to get wrapped up in life’s everyday worries and tasks and forget about what God has done for me.Its actually very SCARY.I realize I have been doing the devil’s will by not sharing my thoughts with people who may need to read them,lost or saved.I pray that I can continue to keep doing God’s will and that he will guide me in each step I take.I ask for forgiveness for my sins and thank him for everything he has given me,most importantly,my Lord and Savior.I would like to also say “Welcome home little Amber!”.You are truly a miracle and I know everyone is so excited,especially Heather(Mama),to have you finally home where you belong.Praise the Lord!In Jesus precious name,Amen.Love  and prayers to all who read this.

                                         Cindy

Today ,driving home from church ,Tony ,Cassidy and I passed a motorist under a bridge, stopped and out of his vehicle.We glanced over and Tony said”I hope everything’s okay”,but we didn’t stop.We continued to drive along and not a half of a mile down the road we heard a loud rumbling,which turned out to be a blown tire. So there we were stuck on the side of a busy highway,and I’m thinking,”was God trying to tell us something?Should we have stopped to help the other driver?”Not two minutes later a very nice man named Clay,a pizza delivery man,stopped and helped Tony change the tire.No one else ever stopped the whole time we were there and I started thinking about us not stopping to help the other person.Clay didn’t know us and had no idea what kind of person he might be stopping for.He just saw someone who needed help and didn’t hesitate to stop.We tried to give him five dollars(all the cash we had on us)but he refused.He said he and his family had been helped before by people just wanting to be kind so he wanted to return the favor.We thanked him and Tony asked him if he could mention him in church and he said yes, that he needed all the help he could get.I believe God was watching over us and sent this nice man to help us, to remind us that we should always try to help someone in need if possible. I am not saying that you should stop for everyone on the side of the road to offer help because thats not possible and sadly,in this world we live in now,it’s also dangerous.I have to admit when Clay pulled up ,Tony and I were both a little leery but we soon realized he was there to help.Its heartbreaking to know how much the world has changed since so many years ago.Back then people wouldn’t think twice about stopping to help, but the world has become so violent that people have lost trust in doing good will for others and I don’t blame them one bit.It just reminded me that we can all help someone in some way,whether it be giving food,money or just a helping hand.I hope Clay was as blessed by his good deed as we were for receiving it and I pray that one day we can return the favor to someone else.You never know how you may bless someone and be blessed in return by just a simple act of kindness.Thank you Clay, and if by some chance you read this,we will be saying a prayer for you and your family.May God bless you and keep you safe and may you continue to bless others with your kindness,Amen

                                                       God bless,

                                                        Cindy

I am finished with video homeschool.It made me cry.I will miss my teacher,but my mom is teaching me my last 10 lessons.I have learned lots of things about God and about Jesus.My mom is so proud of me.I like to go to church.I have lots of friends there.They are fun and nice.I love them.                  

                                                            Love,Cassidy

  All of my life I have heard,”You sure are quiet”.I admit that sometimes I got a little frustrated when people said that to me.I would always think “well you talk alot but you don’t see me pointing it out!”My testimony may explain a little about my personality. I grew up in a slightly disfunctional but semi-loving family.I say semi because My Mother was the only parent who ever said I love you,or gave me hugs.My father was and still is a functioning alchoholic.He and my mother would argue most every week about something and me and my sisters(one twin and one older half sister)would have to listen to it, ususally hiding in our rooms.My mother became very bitter and would put down my father in front of us which didn’t help matters.Don’t get me wrong,I love my parents and I did have good times ,it was just stressful living that way so I guess I began to withdraw.

   My first church going experience wasn’t exactly the greatest either.I think me and my sister were about eight years old at the time.My parents didn’t go to church as children or adults and didn’t care about going ,so since the church was within walking distance,you guessed it,we walked.Since we had never been taught about God or Jesus we didn’t really know what to expect.Needless to say,I was terrified when the Preacher got up and started yelling”One day Jesus is coming back to get us and take us with him”I thought it was a bad thing.I went home in tears asking my mother about it and of course ,her trying to calm me down told me it wasn’t true.So being a child I believed her.I even went back and one day the preacher gave an altar call.It all sounded good, so me and my sister went to the altar and got “saved”.I had no idea what I was doing at the time.I thought if I went up ,got saved and went to church,I would go to heaven.I continued to go throughout my adolescent and early teen years to Sunday school, church, and vacation bible school.I had fun but didn’t get the real meaning out of it.I eventually stopped going because I began to see little groups forming and would be judged about things.I felt like most were hypocrites and didn’t enjoy going anymore.Through the years as I got older I had visited a few churches but I never felt comfortable.

I was never what you would call bad person.Not to say I didn’t do wrong things like experimenting with drinking and smoking, but I didn’t enjoy it so I didn’t do it.I also was one of those people who believed if you were a good person and believed in God that you would go to heaven.I was so blessed by God to meet my husband.He was completely opposite personality wise, but we fit together perfectly.If you read his blog you know we went through struggles but made it through.In 2001 I gave birth to our daughter and she is such a blessing to both of us.In the hospital, after giving birth was the only time I can remember my father telling me he loved me.I don’t think he’s said it since.A few months later I was back in the hospital having gall bladder surgery and recovering from pancreatitis.I was in the hospital for ten days and was not sure about my recovery.One evening when I happened to be alone in my room,a nurse came in and said you have a message from someone who called.She gave me a piece of paper and I asked her who it was from she said “they didn’t give me a name.”The note said”from a group of angels praying for you.”I was very confused.Not long after that I was sent home and completely recovered.I was thankful to have a second chance but still didn’t understand how blessed I truly was.Four years went by and Tony,my husband kept telling me that we needed to find a church.After my experiences,I was in no hurry to go to one.But one day we were invited to church and very relunctanly,I went along.Thank God I did!I was sitting there listening to the preacher and it was like he was talking directly to me.I knew what I had to do.The spirit came over me and I went to the altar along with my husband and this time, I was truly saved.I thank God every day for saving me that day.God bless anyone who reads this and I pray you will accept as I did the wonderful grace of Jesus.

I just want to take this opportunuty to thank Steve Forcum for his time and dedication in setting up my blog as well as everyone else’s blogs.He’s humble and would never admit that its hard work setting these up.He has a full time job besides doing this.He is greatly appreciated by both me and my husband for this and many other things he does for us.Most importantly,I want to thank God for saving me,for all of the blessings in my life, and for allowing his work to be done through these blogs.I pray that anyone who is lost or just needs comfort,can read these and be blessed and more importantly,take the step to ask Jesus to be their personal savior.God Bless!