A Drink of Water

 

I answered a knock on our door. A stranger stood there, a young woman, dressed as a person trying to find her way in life, looking tired, disheveled, and frustrated. “Hi,” I said with a question mark. She had dyed her hair a couple of different shades of red or pink or both. It was tied in  sort of a ponytail but it really wasn’t long enough! I don’t know how to describe her pants. They were black, tight, mainly with holes! Her black shirt was long and rather tight.

She began talking fast. “My phone is dead. I’m trying to find my boyfriend’s house. Can I charge my phone?”

Before I even answered I thought of the electrical outlet on our porch! “Sure you can, we have an outlet right over here.” I quickly moved the old antique buggy parked, covering the outlet. “Plug it in right here.”

She explained her boyfriend lived on this same road but she didn’t know where. She needed his house number. “What’s your house number?” She was very nervous. “Could I have a drink of water?” she blurted out.

“Sure,” I answered. “Do you want ice in it?” She nodded. I went in to get her a paper cup of ice water. But when I got to the kitchen I reached for a glass and filled it with ice cubes and water. A Drink of Water close up

She gladly accepted it. I suggested she sit on our swing. She seemed to relax a little bit. I didn’t see a car so I asked how she got here. “On my bike!” she replied.  Sure enough, there sat a bike in our driveway.

I asked if she’d like to call her boyfriend on my phone. She finally reached him and he gave her his house number. It was about a half mile east of our house. As she walked to her bike she thanked me for helping her out and then said, “My boyfriend is the father of the  unborn baby I’m carrying!”

I watched as she rode her bike down our long driveway to the road. I had so many questions. How far had she ridden her bike? How far along was her pregnancy? Did she ride out here from town, a distance of about five miles? Or did she also live in the country? How did she pick our house to ask for help? Did her boyfriend already know about the baby or was she meeting him to tell him?

Jerry and I had a lot to think about and talk about that evening. We had so many unanswered questions. We were so glad I was able to help her out in even just a small way.

Then we began to get some negative thoughts. What if we were being staked out for them to return during the night? No. This couldn’t be. She was too sweet! She just needed help. I don’t even know her name! I don’t know her boy friend’s name, even though he’s a neighbor of ours!

She is a person created by God. She was mysteriously brought to our door. She and her boyfriend and the tiny baby are being added to my prayer list. God knows their names! God loves them!

 

 

God Encounter

A few nights ago, sitting in my lazy-boy chair, in the loft, my phone made a sound telling me someone had texted me. I checked it, of course, but the message was one I almost deleted. It asked a question, ‘why did your phone number show up on my phone? Who are you and what do you want?’  My name is ___________ and I live in _______, Oklahoma.

The name caught my attention. When I was a little girl, I knew an even younger girl named ______________! My family lived in _________, Oklahoma.  She had a brother a year younger than I was. I wrote back telling her this. I asked if she had a brother named _________.

She wrote back, ‘Yes, she had a brother named _______! They lived in the same town as  my family!

So I wrote back, ‘Your dad was my pastor! How did you say you got my number?’

My number had simply appeared on her phone! We decided to keep in touch!

The next night she wrote again, asking for prayer for her brother! He had injured himself and was in severe pain! His wife is taking care of him, but they needed a touch from God.

How and why did this happen? Only God knows. I’m praying for my childhood friend, _______, that God will touch him and heal his injury. I’m praying for my new texting friend, ___________.

This was a God Encounter!

Change At The Top

Change is always hard… I don’t like change. I like familiarity. This isn’t a political post… I’m not talking about electing a new president. I’m talking about my church. Changing pastors. It’s hard. I’ve been in my denomination, Free Methodist, since I was only about two years of age! So I’ve seen lots of changes.

There’ve been changes in policies and rules, like the negativity of the  40’s and 50’s. A few of them were movies, dancing, make-up, jewelry, bowling, I could go on and on. Today I’m free to do whatever I feel is okay in my personal life. So even though I’m free now, I do very few of those forbidden acts.

What I’m referring to, in this post, is the changing of a pastor. In the Free Methodist denomination, pastors are appointed, not hired by a church. When I was a little girl, it was common for a pastor to be moved after two or three years at the appointed church. My dad was a pastor and we stayed at the church in Des Moines, Iowa for four years during two different appointments! That was unusual!

I want to skip ahead to today. Pastors are still appointed, but the assignment may last for many years.  My pastor was here, in my church, for 20 years! I knew him well, he knew me well. I loved him and his wife. One day in May he made the announcement to a few committee folks (I was on the committee) that he had accepted a church in another state. We would be getting a new pastor. Oh…no…my heart dropped.

The committee I was on and our conference superintendent met numerous times in order for us to give the superintendent a clear profile of our church family and our needs. We  prayed for guidance for the conference committee in searching for a new pastor for us. This went on all summer! We were fortunate in having two assistant pastors who filled the pulpit, so to speak, over the summer.

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Midland Free Methodist Church

Finally as of one week ago, we have a new pastor appointed to our church! He’s not new to us. In fact, he was an assistant pastor here about fifteen years ago!

We, as a committee, were committed to prayer. We knew, without a doubt, that God had a person already picked out for us. We just needed to be patient. So we prayed, we interviewed, we discussed, we prayed…

Finally, another name was brought to us. We were surprised! We hadn’t thought of this person, even though most of us, on the committee, knew him.

Here’s his story. When he first heard our pastor was leaving, he began to pray for our church. After all, he knew us, he had been on staff as an assistant to our pastor, years before. Every now and then, our church came to his mind as he was praying and so he’d include us in his prayers. After a while, he asked God what was going on, why a new pastor wasn’t being assigned! Then he said, the thought came to him that maybe…maybe…he was the pastor to answer the call! He wrote to our conference superintendent telling him this and… the rest is history!

Pastor Gene LeForge has been assigned. This is a big change, but it’s one I can live with. I believe God is in it! “Thank You Lord, for Your guidance.”

There They Go…

The day I didn’t want to come is here. Rob, Jessica, Elmise, and Armon are on their way south to live. Haleigh is staying with us for a couple of weeks and then she’ll also be gone. They have lived next door to us for eighteen years! But life goes on… So while I’m sad, I’m also excited for them. What does life have in store for them?

We had our last breakfast together. Bacon, pancakes, orange juice.

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Last breakfast.

They loaded up the truck Friday and Saturday. Loading the truck

Today, early this morning, they drove off. Elmise in the car with Jessica.

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Rob is securing the motorcycle.

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There go Jessica and Elmise, Jessica driving.

Armon, in the truck with Rob.

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Armon and Rob

Good-bye…

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They’re off…

Happy Anniversary

Happy Anniversary, Rob and Jessica!

11054480_10203749146603427_8928236494717856378_n (4)  Nineteen years, how did it go by so quickly? This picture, you gave me permission to use, was taken today up on Lake Huron! You had a little overnight  ‘get-away’ time. You both look so happy. Getting away is always good.

Big changes are coming for you this summer. Tyler, your oldest son, is getting married so you’ll be gaining a beautiful daughter-in-law, Rebecca! Haleigh, your oldest daughter, will be enrolled in college. You and younger children, Elmise and Armon, will be moving to Atlanta. That’s a lot to handle, all in a three-month time span. But one advantage to moving to Atlanta is that you’ll be near Tyler and Rebecca and near Haleigh, at her college.

So, while we’ll miss you, to pieces, we’ll be praying for you every day, just like we have the entire nineteen years of your marriage.

Heavenly Father, thank You for Rob and Jessica! You have a plan for them so I’m trusting You to be with them in this big move they’re making. Jerry and I will miss them tremendously. But You have promised to be with them and with us. Continue to bless their marriage. Please keep them close to each other and close to You. We gave them to You long ago and trust them to You now. We love Rob and Jessica so much and You love them even more!

Released

My friend, Phyllis Sorter, has been released from kidnappers!

Phyllis Sorter  I posted this picture of Phyllis in Nigeria a couple of weeks ago asking friends to please remember Phyllis in their prayers. She was kidnapped in Nigeria, Africa. Then we were advised to take all pictures and notices of her kidnapping off the internet, so I did.

Phyllis Sorter has been released from kidnappers, March 6, 2015! This is a definite answer to prayer! Praise God!