Oh yea, I am a big believer in the power of prayer. My life is a total miracle. God has save me form more than one certain death. And I had a mother that prayed over me all of her life. She was the most faithful Christian I will ever know. Not once did I ever see her faith fail. My father was also a quite, and faithful Christian. In both profession, and the way they lived their lives.

My Dad worked very hard. When I worked for him, our normal work day was from 08 am till 11 pm five days a week, and till 6 pm on Saturdays, and usually my did would be there working to late at night Saturday. But he would not even allow me to mow the grass, or do any work outside around the house on Sunday, not for the showiness of it, but he believe Sunday was the lords day. We were in church ever Sunday, and my mom and dad tithed faithfully up until the day they died. My mom gave me many examples of how the lord come through because they were always faithful with the tithe. That they never wanted for anything of necessity.

My grandmother was the same way. My mom told me the story about how one night, my grandmother was closing up her restaurant, and one of her good friends, a Senator from Florida watched her count her tithe out of the take from that days business. And the Senator said, Ms. Davis, I don't think your suppose to pay tithe on your gross profits. And my grandmother told him, this is they way I've been doing it all my life, and God has taken care of my needs, so that's the way I'm going to keep doing it. There are other storied of her tremendous faith that is I fear more than I could show.

One example I remember being told about my mom is when I was in a very serious car accident. When she first arrived at the hospital, and saw me bleeding, and shaking with convulsions, in the emergency room, she could hardly contain herself. But later, when It was still unknown whether I would live or die, other people around her would ask her, "how are you so calm in all of this." And she recounted to me that when she was nearly at the breaking point, she just said, 'Lord, I can't handle this, I am putting my son in your hands", and she told me that from that second on, she did not have one bit of worry in her mind, and knew that I was in Gods hands, and if I died, that was the lord will.

I know I have to get to heaven on my own faith, but it sure was nice to have a mom who prayed for me every day. I always felt like God saved me from that car accident, from three near drownings, and from countless other mishaps because of my mother prayers. I think she is praying for me, and my siblings even now from the Lords side,

Oh yea, I am a big believer in the power of prayer. My life is a total miracle. God has save me form more than one certain death. And I had a mother that prayed over me all of her life. She was the most faithful Christian I will ever know. Not once did I ever see her faith fail. My father was also a quite, and faithful Christian. In both profession, and the way they lived their lives.

My Dad worked very hard. When I worked for him, our normal work day was from 08 am till 11 pm five days a week, and till 6 pm on Saturdays, and usually my did would be there working to late at night Saturday. But he would not even allow me to mow the grass, or do any work outside around the house on Sunday, not for the showiness of it, but he believe Sunday was the lords day. We were in church ever Sunday, and my mom and dad tithed faithfully up until the day they died. My mom gave me many examples of how the lord come through because they were always faithful with the tithe. That they never wanted for anything of necessity.

My grandmother was the same way. My mom told me the story about how one night, my grandmother was closing up her restaurant, and one of her good friends, a Senator from Florida watched her count her tithe out of the take from that days business. And the Senator said, Ms. Davis, I don't think your suppose to pay tithe on your gross profits. And my grandmother told him, this is they way I've been doing it all my life, and God has taken care of my needs, so that's the way I'm going to keep doing it. There are other storied of her tremendous faith that is I fear more than I could show.

One example I remember being told about my mom is when I was in a very serious car accident. When she first arrived at the hospital, and saw me bleeding, and shaking with convulsions, in the emergency room, she could hardly contain herself. But later, when It was still unknown whether I would live or die, other people around her would ask her, "how are you so calm in all of this." And she recounted to me that when she was nearly at the breaking point, she just said, 'Lord, I can't handle this, I am putting my son in your hands", and she told me that from that second on, she did not have one bit of worry in her mind, and knew that I was in Gods hands, and if I died, that was the lord will.

I know I have to get to heaven on my own faith, but it sure was nice to have a mom who prayed for me every day. I always felt like God saved me from that car accident, from three near drownings, and from countless other mishaps because of my mother prayers. I think she is praying for me, and my siblings even now from the Lords side,

This I wrote kind of expresses my thoughts, at a low time, on my own salvation:(I wrote this one day after returning from church, and was feeling like the devil was one my back. You may have seen this. I posted in comment once before.

Judgement:

My savior is with me thou I struggle
In my heart with him I abide
Though in sin I toil through my trouble
He never does leave from my side
And I know before my final hour
Within him secure I will be
That my faith like a blossoming flower
Will bloom forth for my God to see.

Yet in this life filled with much bleakness
I pray to my God above
Lord judge me not for my weakness
But Father for only my love
For on that day when you open the book
Despite all of the errors I've made
I know on one of the pages you'll look
To see I was worthy of the price that you paid.

Oh yea, I am a big believer in the power of prayer. My life is a total miracle. God has save me form more than one certain death. And I had a mother that prayed over me all of her life. She was the most faithful Christian I will ever know. Not once did I ever see her faith fail. My father was also a quite, and faithful Christian. In both profession, and the way they lived their lives.

My Dad worked very hard. When I worked for him, our normal work day was from 08 am till 11 pm five days a week, and till 6 pm on Saturdays, and usually my did would be there working to late at night Saturday. But he would not even allow me to mow the grass, or do any work outside around the house on Sunday, not for the showiness of it, but he believe Sunday was the lords day. We were in church ever Sunday, and my mom and dad tithed faithfully up until the day they died. My mom gave me many examples of how the lord come through because they were always faithful with the tithe. That they never wanted for anything of necessity.

My grandmother was the same way. My mom told me the story about how one night, my grandmother was closing up her restaurant, and one of her good friends, a Senator from Florida watched her count her tithe out of the take from that days business. And the Senator said, Ms. Davis, I don't think your suppose to pay tithe on your gross profits. And my grandmother told him, this is they way I've been doing it all my life, and God has taken care of my needs, so that's the way I'm going to keep doing it. There are other storied of her tremendous faith that is I fear more than I could show.

One example I remember being told about my mom is when I was in a very serious car accident. When she first arrived at the hospital, and saw me bleeding, and shaking with convulsions, in the emergency room, she could hardly contain herself. But later, when It was still unknown whether I would live or die, other people around her would ask her, "how are you so calm in all of this." And she recounted to me that when she was nearly at the breaking point, she just said, 'Lord, I can't handle this, I am putting my son in your hands", and she told me that from that second on, she did not have one bit of worry in her mind, and knew that I would be okay.

I know I have to get to heaven on my own faith, but it sure was nice to have a mom who prayed for me every day. I always felt like God saved me from that car accident, from three near drownings, and from countless other mishaps because of my mother prayers. I think she is praying for me, and my siblings even now from the Lords side,

This I wrote kind of expresses my thoughts, at a low time, on my own salvation:(I wrote this one day after returning from church, and was feeling like the devil was one my back. You may have seen this. I posted in comment once before.

Judgement:

My savior is with me thou I struggle
In my heart with him I abide
Though in sin I toil through my trouble
He never does leave from my side
And I know before my final hour
Within him secure I will be
That my faith like a blossoming flower
Will bloom forth for my God to see.

Yet in this life filled with much bleakness
I pray to my God above
Lord judge me not for my weakness
But Father for only my love
For on that day when you open the book
Despite all of the errors I've made
I know on one of the pages you'll look
To see I was worthy of the price that you paid.