My First Blog

I just happen to be testing my blog-writing abilities on my birthday, September 2, 1010. It wasn't planned that way, just worked out that way. God has blessed me with a wonderful, rainy, pleasant day - a day that hasn't included a huge amount of transcription work to preoccupy my time. For those people who know what I do for a living, having an easy work day is a rarity for me. So, once again, thank you Lord! Having a less-than-hectic work day is a huge gift for me. Maybe God knew I needed a break and He decided to save an easy day for my birthday. He's so good!




As I was sitting on my back porch listening to the rain, I began to think back to the previous birthdays in my life. I've had a mixture of really outstanding birthdays and some I'd rather forget. The birthday that stands out most in my mind and was without a doubt the most meaningful and life-changing birthday that I'd ever had or that I'll ever have actually occurred in May of 1979. I was 19 years old. My life was in shambles. I was going through life like a robot; getting up, going to work, coming home, going to bed; getting up, going to work, coming home, going to bed, etc., etc. My life had absolutely no meaning whatsoever. My main concern, my only concern actually, was taking care of my baby girl. She was my focus and all I thought I had to live for. As I was thinking back to those years and how they are such distant memories, just blurry spots in my mind, it occurs to me that those days and weeks and months and years were like walking in a fog as I was actually living them. The plans I'd made for myself had crumbled, I felt I had disgraced my family, and I had no hope for the future - except to do whatever I had to do to make sure my baby girl had everything she needed and was well cared for. My hope, in essence, was in my little girl. She was the only source of happiness, the only reason I could smile. . . until that evening in May 1979. . . .



My life had been on a downward spiral for so long and I didn't think it could get any more out of control. I was so wrong. When I hit rock bottom, hard, I knew I couldn't do this on my own. I felt such a strong tugging at my heart, I literally felt I was going to die. God literally caused me to fall on my knees and I knew there was only one thing I could do, only one Person I could talk to, that could help me. I was in such agony and need of help, I could not even force words out of my mouth. I was in such anguish, I could do nothing but weep bitter tears of desperation. I was lost, completely...unmistakably...lost. I could literally feel the spiritual warfare that was going on all around me, as I lay on the floor of my bedroom unable to move. I've never been so frightened in my life. It entered my mind that God was going to take my life because of all those years of refusing His call and pushing Him to the side. I could feel the struggle between God and Satan for my soul. I can't describe that kind of anguish and fear. There are no words. I finally heard myself softly crying, "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus". The heaviness in my heart and weightiness of my sin was intensifying and I could only muster enough breath to utter that Precious Name; but, in the depths of my soul, I was crying out in shame and pleading with God's Son to forgive me. I could see Jesus hanging on the cross, His Life-Giving Blood dripping from every pore of His beaten body. I felt so ashamed. I felt so unworthy of His Forgiveness. Then....in an instant....I felt Jesus come into my heart. I FELT JESUS COME INTO MY HEART! I felt the weight of the world lifted off my heart, off my soul, off my body instantaneously. As I lay there in a fetal position on the floor, covered with sweat and tears, I was again speechless. I had a renewed spirit, I was a new creature, and all I wanted to do for the next several minutes was take it all in. The minute before, I was in shackles. Now I was free. All I could do was smile and thank Jesus. Jesus - my Friend, my Redeemer, my Hope, my Savior. It was truly Joy Unspeakable and Full of Glory!



My life has never been the same since that May evening in 1979. That's not to say I haven't had problems and issues and storms in my life. Oh my, I've had my share. The difference is that now I have Jesus in my life to lead me through the valleys and hold my hand through the storms. Those of you who are reading this and know Him as your Savior, you know what I'm talking about. Those of you who are reading this and do not know Jesus Christ as your personal Savior, I urge you to seek Him. I promise you that you'll never regret it. I also promise you that He'll never leave you. He's the Best Friend you'll ever have, the Only One you can depend on, and the Only One who can take you to Heaven when you've taken your last breath on earth. This is my prayer for all who read this.



I was born at St. Anthony's Hospital in Morrilton, Arkansas on September 2, 1959. I was born again in Plumerville, Arkansas in May of 1979. I thank you, Jesus, for giving me the breath of life as a newborn baby on that September morning in 1959; but, mostly, I thank You for giving me the Breath of Eternal Life as a newborn child of The King on that May evening in 1979.



Roman Road to Salvation:

Romans 10:13

John 3:16

Romans 5:8

Romans 3:23

Romans 6:23

Corinthians 5:21

Romans 10:9-10

Romans 10:13