Whatever ye ask, ye will receive....

if you ask in faith.
We are asking the Lord, to provide us with an Expedition, to fit our fast growing family. The bible says, if ye ask in faith, nothing doubting. and Ask and it will be given unto you. If we have faith as big as a mustard see. And He knows how to give gifts to his children.
Our lives are all about faith. We live this life on the faith, that the Lord will give us another breath to breath, a nice warm house to cover our heads, and comfortable clothes that we can wear. If we didn't have faith, we would think that luck was with us, and that we had good fortune. But there is always something deeper. Faith in something, or someone!
My hope is built on nothing less, then Jesus blood and righteousness, I dare not trust the sweetest frain, but wholly lean on Jesus Name. On Christ the Solid rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand, all other ground is sinking sand.
My faith has found a resting place, not in device or creed. I trust the everliving one, His words for me doth plead. I need no other arguement, I need no other plea, it is enough that Jesus died, and that He died for me.
So, on these things, we are asking in faith, that the Lord will provide us with a Ford Expedition, for our family, so that we can all travel places together.

Modest Clothes- My Armour

Modest Clothes - My Armour Used by permission of the author! May, 2007

By Anna S.

This is a personal testimony. I am looking back at myself, only a couple of years ago; certainly, there is a lot to tell, but today I would like to focus on the role modesty played in my life. I was born to a single mother. My father never appeared or even called, let alone helped financially, so Mother had to work extra hours in order to give me a decent living.

So I never missed anything – anything but the really important things, like attention and guidance, which would help me choose the right path in life. Modesty wasn't popular in the school I attended. There were no uniforms, and, although there was some kind of a dress code, it was never strictly followed, and as I came, I could see tight jeans, mini-skirts, and tiny tops. I could see flesh, flesh, flesh. And these were the girls who were more popular and got more attention. What was the lesson I learned? Well, isn't it obvious? A girl has to show all she has in order to become popular and get attention.

At that moment, I didn't think much of the true nature of the attention girls like these receive, and it didn't occur to me that by putting emphasis on their bodies, they actually said – "There is nothing more in me than this. I am my body". It wasn't all about clothes, either; it was about conduct. Speaking loudly, flirting, cursing, walking provocatively – it was all very common. I did the same. I wore tight clothes, showed off my legs, shoulders, and midriff. I flirted, I was provocative – and I received attention and looks as I walked down the streets.

Needless to say, I owned very few skirts those days, and those I had were far above the knee.The way you dress reflects the way you think. Dressing in a certain manner will almost undoubtedly have an impact on your life.

It breaks my heart to say this, but when I was still very young, I got involved in a meaningless, promiscuous relationship that was based solely on physical attraction and lust. No surprises here – if a young girl doesn't bring out her mind and soul, but shows off her flesh, she will only get the men who want her body. They will swarm around her, like flies around a jar of honey, and none of them will be interested in what she thinks or has to say. I am not going to elaborate right now about the promiscuity I was involved in. Unsurprisingly, it ended in heartbreak. So, what happened next?Suddenly, almost instinctively, I wrapped myself in long, loose and dark clothes – shabby, shapeless skirts and jumpers. They were mostly old and ill-fitting, but I didn't want to wear anything else. It was like trying to protect myself from anything that might hurt me again by covering every inch of my body. No one looked at me at the street anymore.

My heart was bruised and bleeding for many months. It was a time of intense, painful personal growth and change. And among many other things, I realized something very important - the feeling of protection I experienced upon covering everything that used to be revealed wasn't an illusion. Covering my body protected me from those who wanted only my body. I sent a different message to the world now. Of course, at that point I was dressed modestly, but very unattractively. The next step, after initial healing and understanding what had happened to me, was acquiring a flattering, cheerful, feminine, and modest wardrobe.

From that moment on, I intended to dress in a way that was attractive – not attracting. I wanted to dress in a manner that would say, "I respect my body and my physical attractiveness, but the most important thing about me is my soul, and it's not something I am going to reveal to just anyone." Today, I experience a wonderful sense of being on the right track. I received an outstanding blessing, a feeling someone took me by the hand and led me from darkness to light.

Modesty in both conduct and manner of dressing, as I found out, sends a message of respect to everyone around me – and as a logical outcome, I get respect in return.If there is one thing I would like to say to other young ladies, it is this: you are lovely young women. You are more, much more than your bodies. Respect yourself and others. Showing off your bodies will only get you the wrong type of attention from the wrong men. A lovely, long, flowing skirt and a pretty, modest blouse will not only bring out your beauty – they will protect you from being used and abused.

Doing the Hard Thing!

Have you ever had to make a decision, knowing that it was the best for all? Have you ever considered the consequences of the decision and it's affects, not just on your family, but on you?
May 14th, I had to make a decision like that. Our little Kangaroo Rat, also known as a Gerbil, was ailing. She had an ulcer on the outside of her stomach. She had been suffering for nearly a month, and yesterday, I noticed a bulge. I picked her up, and showed her to my Mom. Mom concerred that something needed to be done. So, my brother being unwilling to do the deed, and my Mom, saying that I volenteered, told me how to do it. So, I took her out, and put her out of her misery! I tell you, it was the hardest thing that I could ever do! It was also my first time, and to see an animal, that I loved, suffering, as I put her out of her misery, was harder then I could bear. And the lamenting that came afterwards, was hard to bear too. I had a little brother dig a hole, to put her body in, and as we covered her, we told her to rest in peace. And I said, " We commit her body to the ground!"I was sobbing at this point, and shaking. Never had I done something like this. I knew that the Lord saw every Sparrow that fell, but I was still sad. She was after all, our pet. We had had two gerbils, and they were named, Samwise and Rosie, after two character hobbits in Lord of the Rings. Samwise had died a year before, of what we do not know, but I had to do the right thing for Rosie.
I know now what a parent has to go through, when an animal has to be put down, and buried! My Dad had done it to several of our pets, cats, gerbils, hamsters,etc. I didn't know the taxing realities of this situation, until faced with it myself. Now, I know I did the hardest thing of all!
I am now feeling better, knowing that she is not suffering anymore. God says, " A righteousman regardeth the life of his beast!" I regarded her life, and knew she would not make it very much longer, and I didn't want to see her suffer.
God bless you, and may you be spared the sorrow that I had to endure! But God told me it is for me to learn to grow, closer to Him! Hallelujah!
Perennial Pioneer

A Tribute to Motherhood!

( Lilacs in our front yard, give us a beautiful scent, when we walk by!)

To God be the Glory, To God Be the Glory, To God be the Glory, Great things he hath Done!

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Have you said thankyou to your mother for even thinking of marrying your father, and bringing you into this world?! She is the unselfish person, giving up a life that she had before you came along, to spend it on you. It is a big responcible task, to raise you, for the use of the Lord. She grieves when you go astray, like God grieves when we turn away from Him. She gives you a big hug and smiles, with tears in her eyes, as she welcomes you back home, forgiving you, just like the Lord does. Isn't it ironic, that the Lord has reflected his sentimental areas, on our mothers? Maybe there is something to that, that we as daughters, and children, do not appreciate in our mothers. She is a mother 24/7/365. She has not the time, for herself, and yet, you disappear for many hours, selfishly doing your own things. No wonder that so many girls are not ready for motherhood. I hope we are better ready for it, when our time comes! Praise God for our Mothers."

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Here is a poem, that I memorized when I was younger, but never saw the meaning of until now.

Who loved her Best

I love you mother, said little John,
Then forgetting his work, his cap went on,
And off he went to the garden swing,
Leaving his mother the wood to bring!

I love you mother, Said Little Nell,
I love you better then tongue can tell,
Then she teased and pouted most the day,
Til her mother was glad when she went to play!

I love you mother, said little Fan,
Today I’ll help you all I can,
How glad I am the school doesn’t keep;
So she rocked the baby till it fell sleep.

Then stepping softly, she fetched the broom,
And swept the floor and tidied the room,
Busy and happy all day was she,
Helpful and cheerful as a child could be!

I love you mother again they said,
three little children going to bed,
How do you think that mother guessed,
Which of those loved her best!

Joy Allison

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This is a very good day, so enjoy it and purpose to say something, to encourage your mother, today, and all the rest of your lives! She is the second in command in this home, and she has the experience, so let us give a tribute to our Mothers, and say, " Mother, I realize that you are the best Mom, in the world, and you have earned every word in that sweatshirt saying, " The hand that rocks the cradle, rules the world!" and " The World's best Mom!"

Hope you have a good Mother's day, and God bless you!

Perennial Pioneer

The Fellowship of the Unashamed!

This is something that puts me to shame. Am I part of this Fellowship? That is for the Lord to judge!

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The Fellowship of the Unashamed

The Dye has been cast.

The decision has been made.

I have stepped over the line.
I won’t look back, let up, slow down, or back away.
My past is redeemed,

my presence makes sense,

my future is secure.
I’m finished and done with low living,

sight walking,small planning,

smooth knees, colorless dreams,

tamed visions,mundane talking, cheap giving, and dwarfed goals.
I no longer need preeminence, prosperity, position, promotions, plaudits, or popularity.
I don’t have to be right,

first, tops, recognized, praised, regarded or rewarded.
I now live by faith, lean on His presence,

walk with patience, live by prayer,

and labor with power.
My face is set, my gait is fast,

my goal is Heaven, my road is narrow,

my way is rough, my companions are few,
My Guide is reliable, my mission is clear.
I cannot be bought,

compromised, detoured,

lured away, turned back,

deluded, or delayed.
I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice,

hesitate in the presence of the adversary,
negotiate at the table of the enemy,

ponder at the pool of popularity,

or meander in the maze of mediocrity.
I won’t give up, shut up, or let up

until I have stayed up, stored up,

prayed up, paid up, spoken up,

for the cause of Christ.
I am a disciple of Christ.
I must go ‘til He comes,

give ‘til I drop,

preach ‘til all will know,

and work ‘til He stops me.
And when HE comes for His own, He will have no trouble recognizing me.
My banner will be clear:
I AM OF THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE UNASHAMED!

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That is called sacrifice! Many of us are too proud to do this, and not be part of the "in" thing. So, let us do what He tells us, and we will become the Fellowship of the Unashamed!

Perennial Pioneer

Powerful Praise!

Here is something I really like. I hope you will be encouraged by it!
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Powerful Praise!
By S. M. Lockridge

My King was born King! The Bible says, " He’s the Seven Way King.
He’s a king of the Jews, that’s a racial King.
He’s a king of Israel, that’s a national King.
He’s the King of Righteousness.
He’s a King of the Ages.
He’s a King of Heaven.
He’s a King of Glory.
He’s the King of Kings and He is the Lord of Lords.
Now, that’s my King.Well, I wonder, if you know him?Do you know him?Don’t try to mislead me, do you know my King?The Bible says the Heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament showeth His handiwork.
My King is the only one whom there is no means of measure can define His unlimited love.
No far seeing telescope can bring into visability the coastline of His shore of supplies.
No barriers can hinder Him from pouring out His Blessing.
Well, well, He’s enduringly strong.
He’s entirely sincere.
He’s eternally steadfast.
He’s immortally graceful.
He’s imperially powerful.
He’s impartially merciful. That’s my King!
He’s God’s Son.
He’s the Sinner’s Savior.
He’s the centerpiece of civilization.
He stands alone in Himself.
He’s August.
He’s Unique.
He’s unparalleled.
He’s unprecidented.
He’s supreme.
He’s pre-eminent.
Well, He’s the loftiest idea in literature.
He’s the Highest personality in Philosophy.
He’s the supreme problem in high criticism.
He’s the fundamental doctrine of proved theology.
He’s the cardinal necessity of spiritual religion.
That’s My King!
He’s the miracle of the age.
He’s the superlative of everything good you choose to call Him.
Well, He’s the only one able to supply all of our needs simultaneously.
He supplies strength for the weak.
He’s available for the tempted and the tried. He sympathises and he saves. He’s a strong God, and He Guides.
He heals the sick.
He cleanses the lepers.
He forgives sinners.
He discharges debtors.
He delivers the captives.
He defends the feeble.
He blesses the young.
He serves the unfortunate.
He regards the aged.
He rewards the diligent, and He beautifys the meek.
Do you know Him?
Well, my King is the key of knowledge.
He’s the wellspring of wisdom.
He’s the doorway of deliverance.
He’s the pathway of peace.
He’s the roadway of righteousness.
He’s the highway of holiness.
He’s the gateway of glory.
He’s the master of mighty.
He’s the captian of the conquerers.
He’s the head of the heroes.
He’s the leader of the legislatures.
He’s the overseer of the overcomers.
He’s the governor of governors.
He’s the prince of princes.
He’s the King of Kings.
And He is the Lord of Lords.
That’s my King!Yeah! Yeah! That’s my king! My King, yeah!
His office is manifold.
His promise is sure.
His light is matchless.
His goodness is limitless.
His mercy is everlasting.
His love never changes.
His Word is enough.
His grace is sufficient.
His reign is righteous.
His yoke is easy and His burden is light.
Well, I wish I could discribe him to you, but He’s indescribable. He’s indescribable.
Yes. He’s incomprehencable.
He’s invincible.
He’s irrisistable.
I’m coming to tell you, the heavens of heavens cannot contain him, let alone a man explain him.
You can’t get Him out of your mind.
You can’t get him off of your hands.
You can’t outlive him, and you can’t live without him. That's my KING!!!
Well, Pharisees couldn’t stand him, but they found out, they couldn ‘t stop him.
Pilot couldn’t find any fault in him.
The witnesses couldn’t get their testamonies to agree.
Herod couldn’t kill him.
Death couldn’t handle Him and the grave couldn’t hold Him.
That’s my King! Yeah
He always has been, and he always will be.
I’m talking about He had no predecessor, and He’ll have no successor. There nobody before Him, and there be nobody after him.
You can’t impeach him, and HE'S NOT GOING TO RESIGN! That’s my King!

That’s My King!
Thine is the Kingdom, and the Power and the Glory. Well, all the power belong to my King. We’re around here talking about black power, and white power, and green power, but it’s God’s power. Thine is the Power. Yeah, and the glory! We try to get prestige and honor and glory for ourselves but the glory is all his. Thine is the Kingdom, and the power and the glory, forever, and ever and ever and ever. How long is that? And ever and ever and ever and ever and ever. And when you get through with all of the forevers, then Amen!

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AMEN AMEN AMEN!!!!!! HALLELUJAH! HE'S MY KING!

Does that say it enough? I don't know about you, but I would have loved to sit in on that sermon, raising my hands to heaven, in praise!!!!!!

Perennial Pioneer

A Time for Quilts!

I don't know about any of you, but when I see a quilt, I see artsmanship, and patience! How could anyone spend that much time on something, that would not stay together, with the wear and tear of life! But then I get a comment, that Quilts have been a part of our heritage, for centuries! Caroline Ingalls, made quilts, her daughters Mary and Laura, spent their Sunday afternoons, pieced their pieces, by HAND! Today we have the convenience of a sewing machine. Ma Ingalls didn't get that, until Mary was going off to college, and Laura was getting married! But in Little House in the Big Woods, you hear of Laura making a Bear Paw quilt. What girl has that talent now, of even sitting long enough, let alone sewing by hand, the beautiful quilt I imagine it was, later on.
Quilts are a part of a grandmother's gift to a granddaughter, on her wedding day. Or a mother, handing down a quilt, from her past. Or finding an antique somewhere in a musty closet. I found a beautiful appliqued quilt, in a closet, that my great great great grandmother made, all by HAND! Amazing! We have it hanging up, in our living room, at this moment. I think that quilts add character to a room.
Also, quilts have sentimental value. If someone died who was a friend of yours, and the last thing she made for you, was a beautiful log cabin quilt, you would not get rid of it, for the life of you, even if it is not the most decorous thing, to go with your decor. Put it in a small room, where it will be enjoyed by only you, and remember the sweet memories of that person, and the wonderful times. Quilts leave memories, that are hard to forget!
So, if ever you find a quilt in a closet, don't put it in the thriftstore stuff, put it aside, and if it needs to be repared then repare it. Add your own unique things to it, and make it all yours, retaining the memories. The person whose closet it is, ask them who made it, and if they don't know, then find someone who does. You never know, it might come from the Civil War!
So, a time for Quilts! Quilts to decorate the bedroom, the living room, the balcony of a home, or, just hang on the wall, somewhere. Do not ignore the simple decor that goes with the quilts. It adds a homeyness to it. God bless those whose hands have made them!
Perennial Pioneer