I’m proud to be an American where at least I know I’m free… And I won’t forget the men/women who died, who gave that right to me… This song gets me to my feet, with my hand over my heart, and tears streaming down my face. The lyrics also read… There’s pride in every American heart and its time to stand and say…that we are PROUD to be an American… Yes, there should be PRIDE in EVERY American heart! To every Veteran out there serving, those who have served, and […]
But when He saw the multitudes, He was filled with compassion for them, because they were weary and scattered, like sheep having no shepherd. Then He said to his disciples, “The harvest truly is plentiful, but the laborers are few, therefore pray the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into His harvest.” Matthew 9:36-38 This Monday, my Momma and I traveled to my doctor appointment and couldn’t wait to eat at our favorite restaurant on the way back home. As soon as we sat down, I heard the […]
My God, you formed me in my mother’s womb. (Psalm 139:13) I praise you, because I was no accident. Even in my momma’s womb, God had a plan for me. He also has a plan for you. The enemy can whisper lies to hinder us from being what God intended for us. For example, the lies he has always shouted more than whispered to me… Betsy, you are too shy to pray out loud, you will just start crying if you sing or pray for others, you don’t know the […]
It has been a while since I have wrote. The reason being… I wait until I know the Lord is laying it on my heart. I want to be sure of the verses He wants me to share. Sometimes, it is as simple as me finding it highlighted already in my Bible… other times I have to pray and seek harder that the Lord will reveal to me what He wants shared. It can be through someone speaking a verse to me or seeing a church sign that tugs at […]
Remembering this day, brings me to tears… It brings prayers and praise… let me explain… Since the 7th grade, I have had such sorrow in my heart on this day for all of those involved in the tragedy that struck our nation. I remember sitting in class and my teacher flipped on the TV to see the horrifying news. For the eyes of the Lord are on the righteous, and His ears are open to their PRAYERS; but the face of the Lord is against those who do evil. 1 Peter 3:12 When I arrived home that day, my parents explained further what had happened. I remember my Momma and I going to my church to pray for the victims, their families, our nation, and our soldiers. I remember praying for my little brother who was just 1 year old at the time. Praying for protection over his life with all this chaos going on, I felt like I needed to protect him with all of my might. (remember I’m just in the 7th grade, so with all the adults in my life worrying and crying you can imagine how scared I was) My baby brother was born when I was 11, so I somewhat feel like more of a mom to him than a big sister… (Protective sister to the extreme…Love you Bubba!) I still have that same feeling of trying to protect him from everything in this world […]
Traveling along a road (with red dirt roads on either side…something new to me) on the way to the beach I noticed a church sign that read, “Pray for each other.” Such a simple sentence with such a powerful purpose. “Pray for each other.” We all have people in our lives that ask us to pray for them. The Bible tells us… “Pray without ceasing.” 1 Thessalonians 5:17… I thought of all my friends and family that have asked for prayer, for the people at church who had ask for prayer… […]
Courage…strength… peace… All 3 things I needed this past Sunday morning. Let me take you back to a Sunday morning in my past (as a youngster…probably 12?)…I got up to sing “God so loved the world” only to get half way through, glancing into the congregation, seeing my Great Aunt with tears streaming down her cheeks. Seeing her cry, made me begin crying and I ran back to my seat without finishing the song. The rest of the service, I just wanted to hide under my Momma’s arm from embarrassment and fear… Embarrassment because I was not able to finish the song, crying in front of everyone… Fear… because I was so worried about what everyone would think or say about me. Of course, my Great Aunt came to me explaining she was touched by the song was the reason for her tears. At the age I was though, I just couldn’t understand it. (Yes, I knew Jesus… but not at such a personal profound relationship yet.) I had been in Christmas plays at my church, even sung with others and with a lady that played the piano… I sang at church with a friend who played the guitar and finally made it through without tears. Still yet, I wanted to run and hide because I was so worried about what others may think or how I sounded or what they may say once church was over and they go […]
