Oh how much I love seeing the trees starting to bloom out. Mom and I even saw some weeping willows already leafed out. Sunday and Monday’s weather just made our yearning for spring and warmer weather that much worse. The daylight savings time change Sunday morning was a welcome change for us. I love having time in the evening to just enjoy the outside.
Well, let me tell you what happened to my column last week. My sister Delores wanted to know if I’d been fired. I do my column on my email and last week when I finished it and sent it to The Mountain Eagle, I got a message that said, “An error has occurred, Message failed to send.” I tried again Tuesday morning and got the same message. I thought maybe it was our Internet. So, I thought I would be able to send it from the rec center. When I opened my email at the rec center my column wasn’t there just my notes. So, I will try to remember most of what I had written last week.
A lot of my news came from Facebook posts. One was Lee Bates Adams’s posting of her son’s ordination services. She told me when he was a young boy she knew he would some day be used of God in some form of the ministry. Zach was ordained in the Southern Baptist Organization. His dad, Larry Adams, and his wife’s dad, Bruce Martin, were both a part of the laying on of hands.
Another thing I wanted to post also came from Facebook. One of the women who belongs to the same church as me is Mary Ann Morgan. This testimony was posted and I asked her if I could share it on here. From Deborah Y. Fugate, “To all my Family and Friends. In 1996 God sent Mary Ann Morgan into my life. I was left alone with her at a picnic table at the lake. She started talking about God. I didn’t want to hear it, but I didn’t want to be rude. So I listen and ask her one question. How do I know heaven is real? Her answer was what do you have to lose in believing. We all will die someday and wouldn’t I rather wake up in heaven were God has a place for me or end up burning in hell for eternity? Then she said that what did I have to lose, knowing I may see my loved ones there one day and no more tears of suffering. I still didn’t believe her. She gave me a pamphlet when I left. For a week I had that in my purse. Then for some reason on Aug. 27 I got it out of my purse when Duke and the kids were in bed. I read it over and over. My heart was hurting and I didn’t know why. I looked at Duke, then went to Gary’s room and looked at him. Then I walked into Shanna’s room and looked at her. As I turned around I fell to my knees. A teddy bear Duke had gotten me when I was 16 was where my knees landed and Shanna’s rocking chair was there for my elbow and hands to land on. I was praying to a God I didn’t know. I kept repeating in my own words what was written in that pamphlet. I was crying and begging God to forgive me all my sins and that I believed in his son who was sin free, yet suffered and died on that cross so that I may live. I don’t know how long I did this. Then a warmth came over me from head to toe. My tears stopped and I knew that God had heard me and sent the Holy Spirit to dwell I’m my soul forever. I jumped up and ran to tell Duke. He said that’s great and went back to sleep. That never stopped my joy. I kept going back and forth in my house praising God for a feeling that I cannot not truly do justice in words. So I ran to the Phone around midnight to share my happiness with the woman I knew would rejoice with me, Mary Ann. She shouted for joy praising God and crying for joy with me. She had just received a crown of gold from God. We were so happy. I thanked her and she said that God had already thanked her by saving her and now me. So then I called Granny Mae next. We cried and praise God, who I knew nothing about, except that he loved me and would never leave me no matter what. Took me forever to go to sleep, but when I did it was the most peaceful sleep I’ve ever had. Then next morning my family told me to be careful, only because like me the day before, they didn’t believe in God either. Then a wonderful man knocked at my door. It was Pastor Bill Jones! Mary Ann had called him with the blessed news and he came to talk to me about any questions I might have. I had a million..lol. He understood and was so patient and kind. After that night my life become so much better. God has answered so many prayers for me whether it was yes, no or maybe. My family are still here all because God hears my prayers. It’s always been his will not mine. Once I accepted this, I could handle any pain that has come into my life. I can truly forgive others and feel happy when I do, because God forgives me every single day. Turning my fears and pain over to God in prayer has made me able to sleep peacefully every night since the day I heard him knocking and I welcomed him into my heart. I’m not sin free, but I am forgiven. Turning my burdens over to him gives me peace. This is a feeling only GOD can give you. The great thing is knowing that having faith in GOD, JESUS and The HOLY SPIRIT you have nothing to lose, but so much to gain. I love you all! May GOD bless you and yours forever. He has blessed me with another day with mine. Look to the Heavens and he is there waiting for those of you who have no Faith in him to answer that knock at your door. Please open that door, before it’s to late.”
One more thing on Facebook. Sunday evening I saw a post by Harry Polly of a picture that was in the Whitesburg Annual in 1959. I didn’t recognize the man but everyone that commented on it talked about Mr. Jack Burkich. Harry is a barber in Georgetown and so he didn’t know if Mr. Burkich was still alive or not. Well, I see him quite regularly at the rec center and senior citizens. So, I told him how often Mr. Burkich is there. He wanted me to get a picture of Mr. Burkich and post it on Facebook. Well, I did and he and Mr. Burkich both were glad to be in contact with one another. Facebook does have its positives for sure.
There were so many birthdays these past two weeks. One was a good friend of mine since grade school, Trenda Sturgill Kincer on the 3rd. Another good friend and co-worker at Martha Jane Potter Elementary, Kaye Watts Parker, celebrated her birthday on the 6th. My brother’s granddaughter, Kassidy Trotter, turned 17 on the 9th. Then, last but certainly not least, my oldest grandchild, Seth Lennon Hampton, turned 16 on the 3rd.
Some of you all may remember Madonna Taylor Whipple from Marlowe Coal Camp. Her sister Jo Ella Sturgill asks that we all remember to pray for Madonna because she has been having major problems with a kidney infection. They placed stents in one of her kidneys but that didn’t help. They need to drain the infection out now by placing a drain tube in.
Other very special prayer requests are for Laney Webb. The last I saw on Facebook posted by her mom was that the spinal tap numbers show leukemia is decreasing in her spinal fluid.
Also, please remember all those that have lost ones recently and are still grieving, especially our pastor, Bill Jones and his whole family.
Look around you all at the signs of the times and remember how Oma always ended her column. These signs are predicted in the Bible. Attend church somewhere Sunday and if your church has services Sunday night or throughout the week you should be there then, too.