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Upcoming Speaking Engagements.
Know someone in Tulsa?
Thursday, May 28th, I'll be speaking at the Tulsa Christian
Women's Connection.
Join me for a some decorating tips and my testimony at the Indian Springs Country Club, located at
16006 E 131st, Broken Arrow, OK.
For more info, contact Mary Porterfield at 918-492-7848. | |
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| Hey Friend, |
Today's evotional is an absolute must read about extraordinary encounters and the power of prayer. I met Andrea Decker while listening to my son, Garrett, rehearse for the youth worship band at Cherokee Hills Baptist Church last year. Since we didn't attend church there, I knew no one.
But not for long.
When Andrea introduced herself, I instantly knew we would be friends. Ever meet someone like that? I love divine introductions.
I hope that as you read today's evotional, A Game of Checkers, you will be encouraged that even in times of hardship and suffering, God is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all we can ask, think or imagine. And don't forget to post your comments! I love reading what you have to say. |
| A Game of Checkers |
by Andrea Decker, as told to Christy Johnson
Numb to the devastation, I lay on the couch in a self-absorbed pity party for three days while the news coverage of the Oklahoma City bombing hummed in the background. My children scrambled for my attention, but I was too consumed with my own grief. On the day that my hometown mourned a disaster, a bomb had exploded in my own world: My husband had just filed for divorce. It was the darkest day of my life.
It wasn't until a gripping local story of another tragedy caught my attention that I even considered the needs of anyone else. Two thirteen year-old boys in Duncan, Oklahoma, were killed in an oil field explosion. As I listened to the newscast, I heard the Lord say, "Andrea, you still have your children, and these two mothers have lost theirs. They need your prayers, but that will never happen as long as you are fixated on your own misery."
That reprimand was like a splash of cold water in my face. As ravaged as my own life was, I knew He was right. I made a decision to begin praying for these mothers. At first, all I could utter were short two sentence prayers. "Lord, please bring these mothers peace. Heal their hearts." I committed to lifting them up daily. Soon I noticed something strange. The more I prayed for them, Read the rest. |
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