It was nearing the end of July, 1962. I had moved to CA with Mom and Phil, and I could see it wasn’t going to work, We had moved into the house on Francis Street in Corona on July 5th, and Mom, Phil, and I were fighting tooth and nail about everything… I was 19, and engaged to Richard. He called me one night and told me he was sending me money to come back. I was not sure about it, because all I knew about him was that God was not talking to me about him. I hew by the way everybody felt, that I needed to break it off with Jim M., and that he certainly would marry Judy LaPorte, but God was not saying anything about Richard. The money came, and they had thrown it in the trash. When I found it, I was not happy, so I went back without further thought.
I left on July 18, one day prior to Mom’s 50th birthday. She took me to the bus in San Bernardino, and showed no emotion whatsoever.
So off I went, and when I got there, Richard met me, and it was a whirlwind. I stayed at his place, and he stayed on Grange Avenue with his mom’s tenant. His mom was nice and we got along well. When we were planning the wedding, Grandma Z. told me that I could live with her, and not have to get married. I kicked myself for many years for not taking her up.
I got a phone call inviting me to dinner at Uncle Clem and Aunt Leone on 52nd street; they wanted to talk to me. They wanted me to go by myself, but by then I was so lost that I asked them if I could bring Richard. Aunt Leone seemed really distressed by my question, but finally she said it was okay to bring him along. I figured he had to go to class anyway, so he only stayed for dinner.
When we were washing the dishes, Aunt Leone told me that Mom had experienced a nervous breakdown when I was born. I knew that there was some kind of barrier between us, so that we couldn’t communicate, but this news made me shocked and sad. Later on, Uncle Clem started telling me that it would not be a good idea for me to marry Richard, for that was not the way we did things in our circles. I was not prepared to hear such a snobbish remark from a family member, and it did not sit well with me. My shame at perhaps hurting my dad was greater than the anger though, and as the evening wore on it got worse. By the time Richard got back, I was very depressed, and all I wanted to do was go home. In the car, I started crying and was unable to stop. I had not prayed in a long time, and was feeling guilty about everything Back home, I laid down on the bed and cried my eyes out and suddenly, God’s forgiving love came down on me and I knew everything was okay with Him. I was forgiven for all that mess in my past and I was a new creation.
From then on, I was under God’s protection and also my kids were under God’s protection as well. No real evil befell any of us, even though Richard tried to cause it to happen. As long as he was alive, there was a rift existing between myself and the three offspring I bore to him, but after he died, that was no more. He also wanted the child that was not his, but that didn’t happen either. Praise the Lord.
Once when a guy had a sawed off shotgun pointed at me, he never pulled the trigger, and another time, my fourth child was hit by a car and there were no fractures or nothing out of place. The Angles were all around us. My major surgeries turned fine, even though I was a Jehovah’s Witness, and was not supposed to take blood transfusions. Scott’s and my relationship was rocky for a while, but we were always friends, and still are. My two oldest children both had cancer at one time, but have been in remission ten years, and my middle son had a porn addiction which God helped him lick and now he is a Promise Keeper. Actually, we all serve the Lord in some way, and there are no more cults, no more evil.

I now have connections with all my children on Facebook.

It has been my goal to do this for four years and I have finally done it. My oldest son is not on, but his wife is, and I have connected with her, and my daughter has not connected with me, but I am following her husband, so it is the same thing. And I have one grandchild on Facebook as well. I am encouraging all women who have had dysfunctional situations in the past that they can have connections with their children later on in life. I went to the weddings of three of my children, and they have all been married for between ten and twenty years, unlike their mom. Actually, my daughter has been married almost twenty one years.

But I am on good terms with all of them, despite having been a Jehovah’s Witness, and my daughter accusing me of going back on my promise to God, and all my first husband’s bad mouthing of me, which they probably believed, but I managed to refute, and a lot of other garbage which happened in our lives. Now we are all happy, but they have a lot to overcome yet.

This is a poster made by a friend in Bakersfield, California.

Her name was Linda, and she passed away in 2009. I met her online, and we became good friends by phone and mail, but we never met face to face. I still am in contact with her daughter Lisa, who also has a strong online presence. The younger crowd; music videos, etc., but very active. Progress! Thank God for it.

Ministry of the Month-Praise Moves: A Christian Alternative to Yoga

Reblogged from The Liberal Conservative:

As everybody knows, myself and probably a few other believers are into a more homeopathic and holistic approach to "medicine" and the healing of the body. I'm sure there are a few believers that are fearful of pursuing these paths because they are backed by Eastern religions and Scientology which makes them a form of witchcraft. However, I'm sure a lot of believers havenn't had the revelation found in a bible study and a Strong's concordance of where the word "pharmacy" comes from.

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This is the ministry that the video is about. It incorporates the Word with the yoga to create a program that promotes wellness and the Christian Spirit.

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This is a program which inspires mind and body, and it is not anything which will hurt a Christian’s spirituality.

I have found something good.

I really need to tell you that I have never found anything like this, and it is really good for the strength of a Christian, both physically and spiritually.  It is called Praise Moves, and it consists of what was originally considered bad for a Christian.  But Christians need to be able to help themselves, so a gal named Laurette Willis devised this Yoga concept into a Christ based workout for the body.  It is found here.

 

I hope you like it.  Her website is PraiseMoves.com.

I dream of summer again.

Today the sun is shining, but it is cold and windy. Neither my husband nor I want to go out in it. I long for a heat wave; I am not pleased with being shut inside with no desire to go out.

I picture a beach, with sandy shores, and the sand is really white, and there is one palm tree at the end of the beach and it is tall and full of dates. It is waving in the breeze, and the air is warm, and my toes are squishing in the water because I am standing at the edge of it. I have no desire to go into the water; just to stand in the breeze and feel the warm air running through my hair, soothing my face.

Six months to go.