Today is Mother’s Day. I had a great day. I did not have time to do my Sunday night Skool. 😃 Thank you to my children and my husband for giving me a very nice day. Thank you to my Heavenly Father who knew exactly the right little souls to give to me to be their mother. He knows which children to give to what moms. Mothers teach their children things and children teach us things too. God knows how to match us. ❤️ I have three wonderful sons and a wonderful daughter. I am so blessed.

It’s Monday. I didn’t post yesterday because there was a fire 🔥 A man about a tenth of a mile away started a camp fire. A fire on a windy day near two foot tall dry grass and cedar trees are everywhere. Fire trucks from all over the county, raced past our farm and our scared animals. Smoke filled the air, lingering in the thick cedar trees. The 40 mile an hour wind gusts grabbed the wind, pushing it our way. I stood there helpless with a garden hose in my hand. The goats and sheep were screaming so loud I could barely hear the fire truck sirens that were still coming from the nearby volunteer stations. My husband raced there with our skid steer to help if needed. I stayed home. I prayed. I threw my hand out to the sky and screamed at the wind and the fire “in Jesus name stop! If it be Gods will!”. I cried a tear or two and then I believed everything would be good. No matter what. Even if the wind didn’t stop blowing or the fire kept raging. I prayed and I believed Gods will would be done. I would accept any out come. The wind didn’t slow too much but the fire was contained thanks to all of the firefighters. The man who started the fire lost his car and shelter. My husband and I decided to ask if the man needed help. He did not. His family came to get him out of there. My husband talked to a family member who is a volunteer firefighter last night. He is now joining the volunteer fire department. It seems my prayers for the fire to stop were answered pretty quickly. What if… If the fire had raged into our farm, today’s message would be Gods will is being done. The thing is, I wouldn’t know what his will was. We always have to be ready for the possibility that our lives could turn upside down. We have to still be able to rest in Him knowing that we prayed for His will be done. We rest and we wait. We praise Him and trust in Him. Be patient. Heavenly Father, we ask for your will be done in that man who lost his belongings last night. We ask that this fire transforms his situation into something wonderful that shows your glory in his life. I also ask that your will be done in all our lives and that you use us for your glory. We praise you and bless your holy name. In Jesus name,

I don’t remember not knowing Jesus. My mother started teaching me about Jesus before I could talk. I was saved at church around age 8 or 9. Jesus was responsible for that. Honorable mention goes to Pastor Boone and his family. And of course, my first Sunday school teacher. My mother. ❤️ “My church” was a Pentecostal church. Evangelical I guess is what it’s called. We spoke in tongues. I started going there in 3rd grade I think. This church played great music. The Boones teen son was the music guy. The pastor had an older daughter named Donna. She was my Sunday school teacher. Miss Donna gave me my first Bible. A tiny red New Testament. I still have it. My mom and dad gave me my first real Bible the following Christmas. It was the Old and New Testament! I still have it too. My church was quiet and lovely and at other times it was fire and brimstone. We all had the “Holy Ghost” in that church. Children and adults alike. I really loved that church and everyone there. It was a tiny church, five rooms or so. I went to that church twice on Sunday and every Wednesday and even on one other day of the week for Missionettes. I spent a lot of time praying during services asking God to help my dad. My dad was struggling emotionally all of my childhood. During these early years he would quiz me every time I came home from church about what I had learned. He was a new Christian back in the early 1970’s. I didn’t know it at the time, but I guess he was the first person I taught Sunday school to. We moved from that place when I was twelve years old. We moved right after my sixth grade year. We moved almost 2000 miles away. I felt lost. After relocation I left the fellowship of a church for a long time. I grew up, married (a few times) and had several children who are now all grown. During some of those years I spent some time teaching elementary age girls Sunday school at a baptist church I was attending. I enjoyed it. Years have passed and currently, I’m looking for another “my church”. We moved to the farm my husband grew up on recently. I have not found the right church here yet.