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RE: Your Story - 5/26/2008 7:34:43 PM
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L5FanLady
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The 13-Cent Story A few years ago, I was home on break from college. It was a Sunday night (I believe) and we had a guest preacher in for some special service (a revival? sorry I can't remember). Pastor said we were going to take up an offering to help our guest preacher and be a blessing to him. Well, I had but $2.13 on me. I said, "Lord, you know I can't give the $2.00, because I have to buy this certain item for myself, seeing I am staying at my grandparents' and I can't expect them to buy all I need for me. All I have to give is $0.13 how in the world would that little bit help the preacher? but I will give it anyway, Lord, I want to be a blessing. Please do what you will with it." and so I gave it. That night preacher asked me to sing the special, and I agreed. As I was up there singing, a fellow got up from his seat and came up on the platform and went behind me to pastor, who was playing guitar for me. I heard them talking and heard pastor say, "Yeah, we can do that." I thought to myself, "Couldn't this wait what he had to say until after I'm done? How unprofessional is that?" But I finished singing and went and sat down. Meanwhile pastor was talking to everyone and all I heard was, "Tina, come back up here. We're gonna take a love offering for you for going back to college." I was flabbergasted! and a bit embarrassed I came up and they have the peeople come up, one by one, and place their offering directly in my hand (!) I waited till after I was home at the Grandparents' before I counted the money. I recieved $133!!! I did the math, and God had blessed me 1023%!!! $0.13 to $133!!! GOD IS GOOD, ISN'T HE??? PRAISE GOD!!!
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RE: Your Story - 5/27/2008 12:20:11 PM
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dixiebass1
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Mine will be rather lengthy. I was saved in Aug. of 98. I was raised in Church with my Dad being the choir director. i asked the Lord to come into my heart and was baptized when I was 7 but that does nothing for your salvation if you don't mean it. You may disagree, but the Bible doesn't. It says you must Repent or perish. I fear we have made Salvation SOOO simple that it is not salvation at all. Any way, after I got into College I followed a path of Destruction that took me down some very dangerous roads. Things so dre3adful I would only share them on a one on one basis, not in a family friendly environment like this one. The whole time this was going on I was a choir director and youth director. I also made a solo recording and toured the south promoting it. It was a horrible life. My Mom seeing some of my condition bought me the John Macarthur Study Bible when I turned 25. I began to read the book of James (THE GREATEST BOOK IN THE BIBLE). LONG story short. I was truly convicted of my sin and turned my life over to the Lord. He saved me and turnedmy life around. It has been a long journey but worth every mile. I am now married, with a 2 1/2 year old Son, and one on the way. I am singing with the greatest Quartet in the world, and lovin every minute. GOD IS GREAT!!!!!!
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RE: Your Story - 5/27/2008 2:44:10 PM
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cinwood
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I wanted to share about how God sees the bigger picture and knows what lies ahead. Sorry if it's too long... I always thot that sign language (for the deaf) was a beautiful interpretation of verbal communication. I finally had an opportunity, about 8 years ago, to take a few community classes and I learned enough to converse. I didn't have many opportunities to use it, but it was cool to know how. About 5 years ago, I was driving home from work, much later than usual, and came up on a wreck that had just occurred. A lady had pulled out in front of a man and been hit broadside in the driver's door. I have CPR and first aid training, so I stopped. The lady was unconscious and a man at the scene said she had no pulse. He and a nurse who had stopped were going to try CPR. In the meantime, I walked toward the other wrecked vehicle and asked where that driver was. People started pointing to a man who was standing in the road, holding his arm, obviously injured. I asked him if he was okay, and he pointed to his ear and indicated that he was deaf. I gave the sign for "deaf" and he lit up and began signing to me. I was able to get his version of what happened for the police, witnesses names for him and I rode in the ambulance with him to the hospital, finding out what medications he was taking and that he was allergic to penicillin and got his next of kin's name and phone number for emergency personnel. As I thought about it later, I realized with greater clarity how we never arrive anywhere we go by accident, but by divine appointment. If I never get to use my sign language skills again, it was worth all the work and practice just for that one moment in my life. It also shows that even a puny effort like mine to learn another language can be used by God to help someone at a critical time in their life.
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RE: Your Story - 5/27/2008 3:06:37 PM
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ORIGINAL: cinwood I wanted to share about how God sees the bigger picture and knows what lies ahead. Sorry if it's too long... I always thot that sign language (for the deaf) was a beautiful interpretation of verbal communication. I finally had an opportunity, about 8 years ago, to take a few community classes and I learned enough to converse. I didn't have many opportunities to use it, but it was cool to know how. About 5 years ago, I was driving home from work, much later than usual, and came up on a wreck that had just occurred. A lady had pulled out in front of a man and been hit broadside in the driver's door. I have CPR and first aid training, so I stopped. The lady was unconscious and a man at the scene said she had no pulse. He and a nurse who had stopped were going to try CPR. In the meantime, I walked toward the other wrecked vehicle and asked where that driver was. People started pointing to a man who was standing in the road, holding his arm, obviously injured. I asked him if he was okay, and he pointed to his ear and indicated that he was deaf. I gave the sign for "deaf" and he lit up and began signing to me. I was able to get his version of what happened for the police, witnesses names for him and I rode in the ambulance with him to the hospital, finding out what medications he was taking and that he was allergic to penicillin and got his next of kin's name and phone number for emergency personnel. As I thought about it later, I realized with greater clarity how we never arrive anywhere we go by accident, but by divine appointment. If I never get to use my sign language skills again, it was worth all the work and practice just for that one moment in my life. It also shows that even a puny effort like mine to learn another language can be used by God to help someone at a critical time in their life. Amen!
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