in response to alexanderrob... I am happy to hear I helped make your day a little brighter, and you are so right, the Almighty Lord has a way of making all of these small details fall into place, and uses all of his Children to make his blessings happen. HE has always showered my life with wonderful blessings, when ever I am not getting in his way, which unfortunatly has been quite often in the past! I did not become saved untill about 3 years ago, when I had been broken down to my knees, litterally. With both of my parents passed on, and being an unwed mother of 4 beautiful children, i saw no way to live, but with thier father, even if that meant I had to cook, clean, work, and let him beat me every day, while he did nothing to help me, or the Children, let alone show affection or any kind of love. I did not think life would ever be any different. My father was a pastor, he learned the good news shortly after my mother passed away, I was 12 then) and my father always tried to share with me what he learned, but i was too stubborn to listen, i thought he was some crazy old cripple who was too sick with his many problems to know what he was saying. He at one point hallucinated deamons, and bugs eating him...he had heart attacks, strokes, seziurs, spinal stenosis, emphesima...the list goes on and on. While I did not listen to my papa, i always took care of him, and loved him more than anything. The only thing that REALLY bothered me that he said about God, was that he loved God first, and me second! SECOND?!? I was sooo angry about that. How could he love anyone more than the daughter who dropped out of school to take care of him, who gave up valedvictorian status to stay home and wipe his drool, help him urinate, bathe him, dress him, feed him, and be at his beck and call?!?! Well, praise Jesus, it may have taken me the hard way to learn, but I now understand how he felt, and what he meant. He passed on when I was 18, and 9 months pregnant with my first son, who is just like my papa. Several years of being abused daily, one night after work, i was late in comming home by about a half hour, which of course was not to be excused. He beat me so badly I had bruised ribs, broken jaw, my back, legs, arms and stomach were black and blue, and the entire back of he head was swolen to the size of a basket ball, my face was black and unrecognizeable. That next morning I realized if i did nothing, he may eventuailly hurt the children, and them watching him could, ( and did) scar them. I went to the abuse shelter...I lost my home of 20 years, where I had been raised, and both my parents had died, I lost my job, My van broke down, and I even lost my drivers licence. I had commited no crime, but I felt like I was being punished. But, I was safe, and so were my kids. It was a bad situation, but so long as we were together, i thought we would be OK, they were my only family, and all I had to live for. Then it happened. The worst thing I could have ever lived through, and almost didn't. Children services took my babies. ( as I tell you this I still cry when I remember how badly it hurt) The said I had no Job, no place to live, no way to care for them, and it would be untill I was a stable person again, and they might take me to court for full custody if I did not make those things happen in a matter of 2-4 weeks. I could not figure out what I did to deserve all of this. I had always worked hard, I have never done a drug, smoked a ciggarette, I had never even taisted alcohol, and never commited any crime, and yet, my children were gone as if I were unfit, as if I were a criminal. I wanted to die, and I meant that litterally, I even plotted my own death that night laying in the bed at the shelter, holding my kid's stuffed animals. That next day, i searched all day for a job ( I still had a van at this point, I lost it about a week later) With no luck, i knew I had to go back to the shelter or be locked out and get written up. I didnt want to go back to that horrible place, so I drove around for hours. It was a saturday night, and I did not know where I could go, I had been doing nothing but cry for what seemed like an eternity. Then I remembered my papa, and I knew I had heard good things about a large church near Tipp City. But I thought, it was a Saturday, and I "knew" Church was only on Sunday. I had not been to Church in years...the parking lot was filled with cars, and I couldn't believe all those people were there on a Saturday night! I hesitated on going in, but finally got up my courage...through a face of tears, i was directed to a lay pastor named Dee Todd, and that is the name of the woman God put in my life, to save my life, and my eternal soul. I realized that I was stripped of everything, because of my foolishness in not trusting the Lord to care for me if I had left my situation sooner, and I believe my children were taken, not only to allow me to make a better life for us, but to also teach me that I was leaning on them as a crutch, thinking I needed them, and who I really needed was Christ Jesus. Through Dee Todd, her husband Bill, and many other people's help that the Great King of Kings put in my path, i secured a position there, at the church, they helped me obtain an appartment, and furnish it, they helped me move in in a matter of 1 day, I had only 1 day or I would not get my children back at that point. They helped me to get another van after mine broke down, and helped and supported me in every way possible. I learned about Christ, and what he did for me, and although I already knew most of the stories, and the passages, I began to finally understand them, and realize they had real meaning. That Jesus died FOR ME. Had i been the only soul on this planet, he still would have given himself to save my soul, and I praise him now because I know he has come, and will yet come again soon. He may have stood by and watched all those awful things happen to me, but when I stopped being so self centered as to think I can do things without him, and I came to him, and I knelt at his feet, and I asked him for forgivness...he rained down down on me blessings I never expected. 3 years later...I have a home, I have my 4 beautiful Children to kiss every night...I have a life filled with the most wonderful people, and the blessings are still comming. I admit, I sometimes do still try to do things on my own, and then I begin to worry things will not be done right...but then I remind myself that God is in control, and regaurdless how badly I fail, he is perfect, so its OK.....ANYHOW....I wanted to share this story of my rise from the bottom, all the way to the feet of our Lord with you, I'm not sure why, but I felt compelled to do so...sorry I am so darn long winded, I really do talk too much, but regaurdless, I pray this may brighten another of your days, and may God Bless You!! Yetta