Hello everyone, Jack Blankenship here.
This blog today is about a testimony that touched my heart in a mighty way.
Pastor Don MacLafferty has written a book named simply FOLLOW Anytime, Anywhere, At any cost
He gave me seven copies to use for God's purposes. These books were not sold to the public if I remember correctly, but given to various people he knew. I have read the copy I kept for my own library a few times now.
I keep coming back to something he began the book with, and it IS a testimony that will reward you as well.
TESTIMONY: Is a note from the author of the book FOLLOW.
Excerpt from "FOLLOW"
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
My friend more than anything else in all the world, I
want you to know Jesus! I am not satisfied with your
just knowing the facts about Him. I want you to know
Jesus for all He is.
Jesus brings positive change into every day of my life.
He changes the way I love my wife, the way I invest
in our children, the way I treat my friends and the
way I love difficult people. He gives me hope when I
feel hopeless and a daily purpose to live, to love and to lead.
Countless times He has forgiven me when I have
wronged Him and others. His forgiveness and
uncompromising love moves my heart and fills me
with great love and desire to follow Him. I have not
found anyone on the six continents I have traveled
who loves me like Jesus!
I invite you to explore Jesus through each chapter
and follow wherever He may lead you. He will love you forever.
Why not discover who He is for yourself?
(FROM THE BACK COVER)
Have you found anything so good that you would go anytime,
anywhere, at any price just for the love of it? There was a movement
of people in the first century who found something that good. They
found Jesus and were deeply shaken to know that anyone would
love them that much! These early followers of Jesus turned their
world upside down as they lived a transformed life. The peace on
their faces, the obvious love in their families, and life-giving
power of their lives moved their friends to want what they had discovered.
I thank my Christian brother and his family for handing me this book,
it has definitely warmed my heart and been a blessing to my life.
I invite you to explore more about Pastor Don MacLafferty at: http://www.indiscipleship.org/index.html
And please visit a Seventh Day Adventist Church near you.
By God's Authority!
I Claim The Power Of Jesus
Greetings and prayers in the Name of Jesus Christ. I pray that the following words will encourage you in your walk with Christ. Amen.
My name is Sunday Poston. I am a 57 year old woman who has several stories to tell, but today, I want to tell you the story of how I am learning to hear and recognize when God is speaking to me.
I suffer from depression, anxiety and panic attacks, all to the point of immobilization. Sometimes just a little, sometimes to the extreme.
The evil one has kept me away from church and I have allowed him to do so, letting him use my mental and physical weaknesses against me. That is, until this past Sunday.
While trying to prepare for church, you know, showering, shampooing and shining, I became physically ill. Sick to my tummy, more than once, shaking, and dizziness, completely out of control. I thought I would never make it. I was having trouble standing.
Well, the feeling of needing to do something was overwhelming. Trying to rack my brain, I had that small little voice say to me that there was someone who could help me. It dawned on me, standing in the shower and holding on for dear life, the Holy Spirit was telling me who to reach out to. He said go on Sunday call him out. Tell him to go away and leave you alone.
With nothing else to do and or lose, I gathered what little bit of a voice I had and in between retching, I began to call on Jesus. Jesus gave me the strength to speak, quietly at first, “get away from me, I am going to church”. At first it was a moaning plea, but as I felt the encouragement of my Lord and Savior, my voice gained strength. My pleas for the evil to leave me became demands. I kept repeating the same things over and over.
I felt my tummy start to settle down, the shakes lessened and then stopped. My color returned and my resolve and strength were heightened. I was empowered with the Holy Spirit to defeat the evil ones attacks. I was able to get dressed, drive to church, walk into the building and face my weaknesses with a happy and grateful heart.
With everything I had faced in a short period of time, Jesus had won my freedom for me. He carried me and saw to it that I fulfilled my goal of worshiping God in His house. Glory be to God.
This is one of my favorite writings in the Bible, Ephesians chapter 6:10-18, The Armor of God. It will explain what we are fighting against and how to protect ourselves. It is very powerful and should be very helpful. It is for me.
Praise God in the good, bad and ugly. He will hear you and bless you.
I have one final thing to say to you brothers and sisters in Christ.
If you are searching, stumbling, doubting and questioning, please, please, find someone you trust, a man/woman of the cloth. A fellow believer, someone, anyone who can help put you in touch with someone who can and will, gladly, help you find or find your way back to Christ. He is the way, the truth and the light.
If you found this website, reach out and ask for help.
With love and prayers, your friend,
Thank you, Sunday
Jack Blankenship Ministries
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Serving Fresno, CA & Surrounding Area
God revealed Himself immediately to everyone on the jobsite I was on one extremely rainy and foggy late afternoon on highway 180 in the mountains east of Fresno California.
It was a dark and stormy day, all day, upon arriving to work as a Flagger / Traffic Control Technician at the jobsite I realized that I couldn't park my new pick-up anywhere off the side of the highway. A quick look around at the location I had been assigned to too hold traffic showed a steep cliff on one side and a very high mountain on the other, so the supervisor on the job directed me to park in the lane that we would be closing down for the work that day.
The entire day went by without any problems and it was time to get ready to pick up our equipment that allowed us to close the road. I would need to be able to jump in my truck and drive away on a moments notice, so I started my truck with the remote key fob. A few minutes later I decided it would be a good idea to turn on my hazard lights, running lights, and a flashing yellow construction beacon that I had been loaned by the company for this job.
I did so, but in order for me to do this I had to put the keys in the ignition and turn it to the start or on position. A vehicle came driving up to me at that moment that I had to stop. As I turned to stop the vehicle I automatically, with out thinking, closed the door to my truck and heard "Click", "Click", "Click" repeated several times as my truck locked all four doors and the tail-gate.
It immediately struck me that we are shutting down work for the day at that moment, I would need to move my truck from blocking west bound traffic, and that I had no cell service up in the mountains, and it was raining and getting dark in 30 minutes to an hour, and I didn't have a night time stop / slow paddle to manage traffic. I looked around desperately to see if there was anyway I could break into my "New" truck my wife had got me for Christmas just one month earlier. Fear gripped me! What was I going to do?
People started offering me tools to try and break in without causing damage to my truck, one friend kept telling me to break a window. After about ten minutes of frustration I had one of my coworkers take over my spot and I drove the Pilot Vehicle down the mountain to get cell service.
Upon arrival to a location with cell service, I called my son for help. He would have to leave work an hour or more early, drive to my house, get into my safe and get my extra keys, and the drive about an hour or more up the mountain to unlock my car. He loves me and agreed to do it. Knowing the rest of my co-workers needed the Pilot Vehicle to finish the work of picking up our equipment and too travel back to Fresno, I drove as quickly as possible back to them after hanging up with my son to get them the truck.
As normal they took the Pilot Vehicle to finish picking up our temporary traffic control signs, cones that divided the lanes, and all the signs with-in the closed area that are required by Cal-Trans for this operation, leaving me there alone at my pick-up to flag traffic around my disabled vehicle in the middle of the highway. (I'm feeling really down, depressed, discouraged, and extremely embarrassed.)
Everyone that drove up to me had to ask what the problem was. Many offered me help, but not one thing they offered would keep my new truck in "New" condition. One idea was to drag it down the mountain with a bigger rig. (Ripping all my tires to shreds), another was naturally to bust a window, and a third option was to push it sideways off or as close to the edge of the road as possible, and place cones all around it to keep it from getting hit by fast moving drivers coming around a blind corner 50 - 75 yards before it. (Who knows what damage that would cause to my truck?)
20 - 25 minutes after my co-workers left to finish picking up our equipment I heard them coming slowly up the road picking up the last of the cones on the highway that divided it. I looked around at my situation and to assess it. Trying to be positive. I had my rain coat, pants, and boots on. I had my daytime stop slow paddle, and my trucks lights, fog lights, flashers, and beacon were all on so I smiled with confidence raised I could handle this. After all It was evening, and I thought how many people are going down the mountain after 5:30 in the evening after dark anyway? Feeling a bit confident I started picking up the extra cones that made up my Flagging Station, but when I walked around the tail end of my truck I got a deep helpless sinking feeling, and at that moment understood how very little control I had of the whole situation, and that this COULD be IT!
Knowing how dangerous my job is on the highways, I realized I should record a message to my family just incase I get killed in the next hour or two. I had know idea, if my son successfully got the keys, if there was a hold up, or what was happening at that moment. I had no cell service and therefore, no communication. The rain could turn to snow and ice any minute after dark as the temperature plummeted.
Helpless! I had a hand on a cone, standing behind my disabled pick-up and I dropped my head crying out from my heart in silence, and said a prayer. "Lord, I am helpless, please Lord help me? I'm stuck!"
I hadn't looked up from my prayer when I heard the truck making sounds as if all the doors had just unlocked!!! Blown away, I immediately walked to the drivers door. Asking myself, Could it really be?
I reached out and the door opened! I reached in grabbed the keys rolled, the window down, when I realized it wasn't raining anymore (God) like it was when I locked my keys in it.
My co-workers turned the corner to pick up the last cone and saw me with the truck door open and me in my truck. One of my co-workers immediately asked how I got in. I replied;
"I said a prayer a few minutes ago, and immediately after God unlocked my pick-up! I heard several "clicks" and the truck was unlocked!"
Shocked and elated!
I realized that I needed to get down the mountain quickly to stop my son from traveling all the way up the mountain for nothing. When I obtained cell service I pulled over and called him. He was happy I got into my truck but he hadn't left work at all.
He told me a story of how he didn't have the combination to the safe, but he didn't have my wife's direct line at work to call her, but he remember that my wife had given it to his wife incase of an emergency. My Son and Daughter-in-Love had recently brought home triplets from the hospital and may have a need for it.
So she called my wife at work. My wife being as analytical as she is had downloaded an app from Dodge that might be able to open the doors to my truck, but she had never used it before and didn't have a clue if it would actually work.
She used the app, and then for 30 minutes text after text after text to my son and me to let her know if it indeed had worked.
I told my son in had been a Miracle, he said "no just technology", but after I told him the sequence of events he quickly realized that it WAS definitely an answer to prayer.
God used everyone involved and the technology to show himself to a lot of people on that job that day!
He is now using His website's blog, and His online talk show www.letsgetjackedup.com to show Himself to the world. (Please share and tell people online and in your realm of influence about this testimony, and where they too can find it.)
Two questions: Will you give God His credit for what He has done? Or, will you deny Him and give the credit to technology advancements?
PROOF OF GOD!
(I didn't have the APP. I had no idea my wife had it, otherwise I would have just called her in the beginning of this whole thing with an embarrassed grin and had my truck unlocked! Wouldn't I? )
Thank You, Lord Jesus! Amen
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Testimony Sent to Us from:
Valerie Ann Wells
August 12, 2015 ·
She hurried to the pharmacy to get medication, got back to her car and found that she had locked her keys inside. The woman found an old rusty coat hanger left on the ground. She looked at it and said, "I don't know how to use this." She bowed her head and asked God to send her some HELP....
Within 5 minutes a beat-up old motorcycle pulled up, driven by a bearded man who was wearing an old biker skull rag. He got off of his cycle and asked if he could help.
She said: "Yes, my daughter is sick. I've locked my keys in my car. I must get home. Please, can you use this hanger to unlock my car?" He said, "Sure." He walked over to the car, and in less than a minute the car was open. She hugged the man and through tears said, "Thank You, God, for sending me such a very nice man." The man heard her little prayer and replied, "Lady, I am NOT a nice man. I just got out of prison yesterday; I was in prison for car theft." The woman hugged the man again, sobbing, "Oh, thank you, God! You even sent me a Professional!"
Is GOD great or what!?!
Wednesday Night Bible Study
Once upon a time in a city called San Luis Obispo there was a young lady who disappeared. Most people in the community had knowledge about the situation, but months passed without any findings being reported other than the police believed she had been abducted. But as life often does with the average guy, I to felt disconnected from this situation and it had no bearing on me or my family, therefor, unimportant. My mind was focused on the routines and demands of daily life. I had a small handyman business that demanded every ounce of brain power to create ways to obtain more work to stay busy earning the old' Mighty dollar.
On top of this I was very active in church we were members of, and focusing on being a family man. Needless to say, very busy.
I had a Bible Study in my home every Wednesday Night and was in constant recruiting people to attend.
Overtime I had become friends with the workers at the local building materials store. I invited just about every person who worked there at one point or another to join me for this bible study.
One day the Salesman who helped me out a lot volunteered to attend. Great! I remember I was so excited. Wednesday night came and this salesman, Rex Krebs, attended. He was full of questions. I was amazed at how much of the scriptures he knew by heart and could quote on demand. We became closer friends over a few more weeks. On some Wednesday evenings instead of Rex driving many miles away to his home and then back to make it to the bible study we offered to let him use our shower and to have dinner with our family and he accepted. On one occasion we had to run to the store , if I remember right.) and Rex watched over our two sons for us. On another occasion my son came to me while Rex was in the bathroom getting ready for the Bible study and told us he was talking to some one, and my wife said afterword she found cigarette butts in the toilet. We have always had a No-Smoking agreement in our home and automobiles, so this was disrespectful and offensive to us. I saw he was becoming more agitated when speaking directly to me, but I wrote if off as stress. One Wednesday night, Rex didn't show up for the bible study, and later I received a call from him asking me to meet him at a deli / restaurant / bar. This seamed strange, but okay, I went there. Upon my arrival I could tell he had had a few beers. He had a beer while we sat and talked. He asked me a strange question that no one had ever asked me before; "Why did God send you to me now?" I replied I don't know, everything is in God's timing, why?(Ding, a thought came into my head instantly!) In an attempt to help him, in the best way I knew at the time, I invited Rex to a "Promise Keeper's" Event. (Promise Keepers is a ministry that focuses on building better Christian fathers, husbands, friends, and men.) This event was taking place in San Jose, CA on the upcoming Saturday and Sunday, and a few of us men were to meet up and ride together to the event. Rex never showed up.
At the event my phone rang. It was my wife, so I went outside the event to call her. She sounded scared, somewhat horrified! I asked, Babe what's wrong? She replied, I know why Rex Krebs didn't show up for your trip. I said, okay why? (It was on the news a few weeks earlier that another girl fitting the same description of the last missing girl had been violently abducted.) She said that it was all over the news on television that he had just been arrested for the abduction, rape, and murder of the two missing ladies. My wife was horrified! This man had watched our children, bathed in our home, and ate dinner with our family! She was also extremely angry with me for bring him into our home and putting my children and us in harms way.
I was modified! I became sick to my stomach. Almost to the point of vomiting or passing out. I cried out to the Lord , why God? How did I not see him for what he truly was? Where was the power of discernment in me? Am I so unfaithful as to risk my family inviting this killer into my home? Now the questions, tears, and fears were consuming me. Then in a blank second, like deleting a text, all my anguish was gone! A new fullness came over me. God opened my mind and heart with joy and amazement! He opened my eyes that my family nor I were ever in harms way. He, God, had watched over and protected me and my family the entire time. He, God, had set up this whole relationship to give Rex Krebs an opportunity to confess all, be forgiven, and be saved. Defying the monster that is within him.
Rex Krebs requested me to be his minister (spiritual advisor) while in jail facing judgments for both crimes by the court system. How do I answer to such a request, and serve my Lord?
(This is to be continued in the next Blog.)
My testimony should be obvious? How many testimonies are there in this recount of these events?
For information about Rex Krebs I've added one link to a publication and his story below:
Facing an 18 Wheeler!
I, Jack Blankenship, work in traffic control. My job is to close lanes, moving traffic around work zones on streets and highways in various locations in central California. On this one occasion I was closing down the shoulder of Golden State Highway (Old Hwy #99) for some utility work. The day started out normal, we set up our advanced warning signs before the work zone, parked our work truck to walk and create a work zone outlined by cones. I started out dropping cones as we do from the on coming traffic end of the closure, always keeping an eye on the traffic in both directions steadily rotating my vision from one side to the next. I rotated my sight to see the cars coming toward me on the opposite side of the highway, knowing that vehicles moving at about 65 to 70 miles per hour regularly on that stretch of road could cross over and hit me in a micro second. At witch two cars seemed to be racing by me as the road transitioned from a two lane road to a one lane road. The wind whooshing by, practically blowing my hard hat almost off when I glanced toward the traffic coming at me simultaneously, I heard a screech of tires, a car crossed the center line in front of an oncoming 18 wheeler causing me to jerk my head fully to focus on oncoming traffic on my side of the road. I saw clear as day, the semi truck hit this car head on in it's lane, the car start spinning uncontrollably back into it's own lane spinning and almost hitting the car it had been racing with up to that point. The driver of the other car thinking fast moved to passed off the road to be missed. The semi now trying desperately to stop was advancing rapidly directly at me. I froze for a second trying to calculate the very instant and direction I would have to jump to dodge the impact of this giant truck, being killed. I felt the adrenalin flowing through my veins. I remember a crazy smile on my face, from fear, and confidence! Not an arrogant or adventurous confidence in my ability to out maneuver and out run an 18 wheeler flying toward me at lightening speed, but I now know it was confidence that my eternity had already been put in the hands of ALL MIGHTY GOD. The fear of death was not present, therefor, my mind was free to manage the situation not being clouded by ultimate fear. Jesus Christ had set me free, and I now had the ability to think clearly, to see things as they really are not being clouded by earthly fears or blinded by a vale over my eyes. God saved my sole from eternal damnation and suffering, but He also saved me from fearing death!
Thank you My Lord Jesus! You deserve ALL the Glory for without you I could have been killed this day.
The semi came to a DEAD stop 30 yards directly in front of me, facing me.
I never had to leap for my life!
Fearing death is real, fearing Hell for eternity is also very real to most people.
But the fear of God my Father, and the fear of separating myself from Him is much greater.
The "Loves" of this world will pass away, but not the Devine Love of God will never be eliminated for those that know Him personally as LORD.
Get to know Jesus and gain the confidence to face your fears head on.
The 4,000 Foot Fall!
When I was just a kid about eight or nine years old we took a trip up to Shaver Lake, California.
The Lake was awesome, but at that time there was only one road up to the lake called "Tollhouse Road".
I had always read the name as a warning because the road was so narrow, winding, steep, and it seemed that we were always hearing about someone's car going off the cliff. (Road) I believe in some spots the drop was well over 4,00 feet down. I remember each time going up was very scary looking down the cliff from the edge of the road as we made those hairpin turns, but heading back down was more terrifying. On one such occasion my step dad road his motorcycle with his friends and the rest of the family went in cars.
We arrived safely to the Lake from home, played all day, swimming, fishing, hiking, jumping from big boulder rocks into the water and flirting with the girls, but the trip home was going to be a bit frightful.
As we headed down the hill in our car, exhausted I laid my head back to sleep. Dosing as children do when knowing and trusting in their parents to deliver them safely home without a care in the world. I was awaken with a jerk by a screaming step sister and two step brothers. Quickly it became clear to me that we were going to die. My mother was driving the car down that windy, narrow, and steep road when the car's motor died. This specific car had power assist steering and power assist brakes. So when the car dies so does all control! One second my mother is driving wonderfully, and in another she has no control! No Brakes! No Steering! And a car full of her step children screaming and crying scared almost to death. Until that day I had never seen my mother that filled with fear. She was terrified beyond measure. She pulled as hard as she could on the steering wheel only to budge it slightly in one way or the other, while pressing with all her might on the brakes to no avail! Over and over we rounded turns as the car hung to the winding road and was picking up speed. My mom was trying to calm everyone down, but I could see the terror in her eyes as the cliffs got closer and closer with every turn. The car sped up with every turn as well.
In that hopeless moment of terror, --- God intervened!
In a micro second my mother had a clear head as we rounded a corner, and in an instant she spotted a rain water run off ditch next to the mountain and it set into the mountain about four or five feet. With every ounce of her being she grabbed that steering wheel and gave one last try. To much to fast and we would hit the mountain to early, or to slow and we bounce/ ricochet off the mountain, off the cliff thousands of feet to our death.
She jerk that wheel and hit that ditch perfectly. The car crashed into the mountain and fell into that tiny gutter of a ditch plunging the car into it and bring it to an abrupt stop laying tilted down to the right leaving the driver side up in the air. Kids screaming and crying, terrified beyond measure. Horrified by the eminent likelihood of falling to our death, but God gave my mother a clear mind, a plan, and the strength to turn that wheel. Amen, and Thank You Lord!
God handed us all back our lives that day! If not for that micro second of clarity and strength we would not be here. We would have suffered as so many had, paying a great "Toll" on Tollhouse Road!
In The Bull's Eyes!
As I said this blog will cover obvious events in my life when God intervened. During the time between blogs there are many events that God helped me, protected me, and even pull me to safety. I see God's hand in these events, but you may credit chance or destiny instead of God so I will skip across time to noted events where my Lord has revealed Himself, and shown me His pure love.
I was around 7-8, my stepfather and mother owned a small property with a couple acres fenced for horses and steers. At one point they acquired a baby bull. He was very small and completely black in color. I fell in love with this bull. At one point he was my best friend. We played together often. I would ride him, rope him, and play tag with him. I being a child didn't realize that as bulls grow to maturity some become irritated by just about everything. At one point my friend became mean. Either because of my in experience with bulls or care for my best friend didn't want him to stop playing with me and being my friend.
One morning, without a thought for my safety. Having no fear for my life from my best friend (as children do) I wondered out into the pasture and started brushing off the quarter horse that shared the fence in area with the bull. With my back to the bull, the horse started getting fidgety and then took of running away from me. I picked up a rope off the ground and turned to see my bull. Standing 20 0r 30 feet from me. Being a child I instantly thought he wanted to play, so I threw a lasso around its one foot long horns and head.
Suddenly without warning he dropped his head and lunged into a charge. I immediately understood he was mad and my life was in danger. Looking everyway in a second, I saw my target. I let out in a dash running in a diagonal way somewhat toward the bull that would lead me away from him and make him stop charging and turn completely around to attack me. My goal was to get to the wood planked fence, leap over, and turn right and run into the house, because I knew if he hit that wouldn't plank running full throttle he would plow that fence down with little effort. I was terrified, running for my life. My friend , my bull had just made the adjustment and lined himself for the charge. I looked at my goal. I was still very far from the fence, my frantic legs wouldn't get me there in time. So terrified! I looked back and he was gaining on me very fast, horns aimed to plow me under. I turned and with all my effort gave it one last accelerated effort, look back and he was one me. His right horn was three to four feet from my back ready to pierce me. (God intervened!) As I turned my head knowing I would be pierced and maybe dead in less than a second, my mind was given a new plan! Instantaneously, I dropped into a squat like a frog and leaped toward a low separation in the bottom two boards. I felt I was dead. Everything seemed to go into slow motion, my bull spun his horns to the right too try and gouged me. I felt his horn move past my side by mere inches, as I flew through those two planks (2 x 12 inch wide boards) into my back yard. Immediately expecting him to burst through the fence, he did not. I looked and the horse that I had played with, road, and took care of had pull his attention off me and was being chased around the pasture by my bull.
God saved my life. I was terrified, my mind was frozen with fear knowing I would be dead in seconds.
But God had my back. He filled my head with the right thoughts, and sent my horse to help.
I would love to say that the event was over and that everything ended well, but it did not. Shortly there after my parents did something that broke my heart. (Even now tears swell up telling you about this event.)
I came home one day after school on the bus, and as the bus pulled up I glanced toward my bull at the moment the men pulled the trigger and shot my bull in the head. As my bull dropped I screamed in horror.
God had saved my life, but after this day all that I would see of my best friend, my bull was a huge pool of blood on the ground where they shot him. My parents knew I wouldn't stop playing with our horse, or the bull. They knew that our horse now had to fear and watch for an attack from my bull, so they did what they had to do keep me and our horse safe. Sadly, the horror hadn't ended. A few weeks later while eating barbecue burgers my cruel heartless step brother told me these words:
"So how's your bull taste? Pretty good aye?" Yes, we were eating my friend!
God saved me, but now I had to learn to live with the ramifications of the event.
God had saved my life.
Thank You Lord Jesus, for loving me and watching over me before I even knew you. Amen
Bleeding Out at 5
My younger half brother and I were playing outside and broke a huge glass jar. Naturally, we didn't want to get into trouble so we tried our best for a five year old and a three year old to clean up the broken glass.
My little brother was trying to throw a large piece in the garbage and struck my upper arm making a enormous cut just beneath the shoulder. My muscle was sliced and my arm went crazy, blood was pouring out of my arm. My brother ran for my mom, but she had already heard the commotion.
We lived on a dairy quite a distance outside Tulare. I remember my mom trying to hold my arm as blood spewed out rapidly on the way to the hospital. They took me in immediately, but I had passed out. The blood loss was extreme. (God intervened!) The ER Doctor told me and my mom upon my waking up that he doesn't know how I survived. The amount of blood loss should have killed me before getting into the hospital. It took many stiches, both inside the deep cut and outside to close the wound. I was dead or should have died that day. You chose, I am just thankful to God. Amen
He watches over us even when we don't know Him as Lord and Savior.
I give credit where credit is due, Thank You Lord. Amen!
I've been asked by many people to write about my journey through this life.
Some say it's very colorful and full of the different aspects that make up a good book or for a good read.
I have refrained from writing a book because my education was somewhat lacking in grammar, spelling, and use of the English language. So, I am stepping out on faith. I ask that you over look my mistakes and focus yet on the stories I will tell.
I've been a Born Again Christian now 38 years, but my first 18+ were in a far away world of sinfulness, anger, hatred, and at many times madness. I will never go back to being the animal I was then.
In writing this I will start from the beginning. One of my favorite uncles told me this story.
Before I was conceived my mother was much like any other innocent fifteen year old. Rock-N-Roll music had become the hottest music at the time with performers like Elvis. Young girls loved the lead singers and band members of Rock N Roll Bands. Teens would follow bands from concert to concert just for a chance to meet them in person. My mother had become head over heals infatuated (Love) with a Band leader and guitar player named Jack W. Blankenship. He was very good looking, had a great voice and in the state of Missouri in 1959 He was the local band heart throb. Many young girls wanted his attention at the time.
My mother felt overjoyed that he chose her one night, but one night took her innocence, and soon would crush here heart and dreams. She found out very quickly that he was already married and had two kids.
But I can imagine that he told her all those lies, like, I'm leaving my wife for you. and any other lie he could muster up because she stayed with him living in motels on the road until she became very obvious she was pregnant. As my uncle told me this story I became very sad, knowing because she was pregnant with me her life must have been an emotional hell after my uncles next statement.
My father kicked my mother to the curb, she had to go, her current largeness exposed or showed everyone that he had a pregnant girlfriend and it was cramping his style or shutting down his bedding other young virgins on his tour. My mother, pregnant, tried to return home, but her father refused her request.
He told her that she had made her bed, now she must lie in it. She fifteen, no job, homeless, alone, and pregnant! My grandfather and many others pushed my mother to get an abortion, and then she could return home and resume her life as it was meant to be.
I am broken up to tears, thinking about what my mother was going through. At that time abortions were illegal in Missouri, but a girl could go across the state line into Arkansas and have the procedure done.
The appointment was scheduled and her mind made up. In a few days this would all be behind her, as she was told by her family and friends. The trip was , as I was told, a little over an hour away.
The drive was quiet except for the radio playing at times. If not for the radio, my uncle said you could have heard a pin drop. No discussion, silence! A defining silence came over the care as they pulled up to the doctors office and abortion clinic.
GOD STEPPED IN! (Testimony Time!)
My mother changed her mind for good. She was quoted as firmly stating, "This is my burden, no one else's, and I'm will handle it!" Yes, I am an abortion survivor, thanks to God.
The ride back was very loud, as well as when she arrived home from people trying to talk some sense into her. God helped my mother stand firm in her decision. I was her Burden.
My mother had me despite her father and all those who recommended my death.
I would like to say that was the end of turmoil, but it was just the beginning.
God watched over me and would intervene in my life many times prior to becoming a Born Again Christian at 18 years old, and many times after accepting His love and grace.
Thank You Father for My Lord and Savior Jesus Christ
This story was recounted to me by my dear uncle David. David had a very large and loving heart, but he also was an alcoholic and it took his life at a young age. It ate him up over time, and I miss him. I can only hope he will be in Heaven with me, but sadly, I'm almost sure he won't be.
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