Monthly Archives: December 2014

Is what you are living for worth dying for?

In church the other night a question was posed to the congregation. “Is what you are living for worth dying for?” If it’s not then its not worth living for either. Too many people work more than forty hours a week. They possibly have more than one job. Mom’s are working in order to provide better objects for their children, in addition to Hubby’s income. Are we sending the right message to our children? Are we saying that the new video game our kids want is worth our blood pressure from working too many hours? Are we allowing our children to understand its okay to go to the river on Sunday, after all God and consequently your soul is not as important as going out on the boat. After all, I’ve saved for five years and worked every Sunday for the past year, just so I could buy this boat.
Are we working to buy new toys or are we working to further the kingdom of God. Again I ask is what you are living for worth dying for?

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Gut Feeling.”

In my life, God plays a very significant part. I depend on God for everything, and because I depend so much on him, he allows me to know when something is just not right. A few years ago I was looking for a used mini van for my growing family.  I done the stats online and looked at each van that was offered and came up with the best possible solution, a caravan. They had the least amount of recalls, least amount of problems. I then called all the surrounding used car dealers in my county looking for a caravan. There was about six in the vicinity. Only two with my payment options and price range. I went and looked at the one closest to me and test drove the van. It didn’t feel right, something was wrong. I had prayed God would lead me in  the right direction with this purchase. I just absolutely did not feel good about this one. I passed, I then drove another 30 miles, and came across a van exactly like the one I had just drove, same payments, same down payment, same year… exactly the same. I was like really, I started to leave and God told me to go back and drive the van. Immediately I felt like this van was made just for me. It felt wonderful. I told the guy I would have to think about it and me and my friend went to grab a burger. While I was sitting there eating, God asked me, I told you I would give you the right car and you walked off? Why? I then told my friend I was going back to get van. That afternoon I drove home in my new to me Dodge Caravan. I had the van about 5 years and the only thing I had to do besides pay for it was put tires , brakes, and the regular maintenance. It never left me on the side of the road. Never failed me for one minute, the other van, I called them about a month later and asked them if they still had it, they informed me yes we do, but you don’t want it. A guy had test drove the car about a week after me and the thing caught fire with him driving the van.  I am going to ask you, gut feeling or God? I am convinced it was God leading me away from that sale. I am certainly glad he did.

Food for thought

When God moves you from something…. He always moves you too something.

After church yesterday while I was chilling between church services this thought came to my mind ans has not left me alone yet. So I decided to share it with you.

When churches split, I’m talking generally speaking, some members tend to follow others who left, some go their own way and find other churches, but yet there are and always will be those who do nothing. Yeah, they may tend to go to services sometimes, but the otherwise faithful attendee will not be as faithful. My question is this, did they get moved by God? or did they just follow along with the others and just decide to leave. My thoughts on the matter is this, one is supposed to find a body of believers to worship with and to glorify God. This is not always as easy said than done. But put on your big people’s pants and try. Do not give up on God, because someone who you considered a friend left, the pastor quit, the church ran off the pastor, or your feelings were hurt. The truth is, we are all human, we are going to screw up, make rash decisions, disappoint not only other people but ourselves as well. We are not perfect. BUT…. God is. He knew previously what was going to happen and he walked that road before the foundations of the earth was laid. . Joshua 1:9 says, ” Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.”

If this seems as if its speaking to you, maybe that’s the Holy Spirit of  God telling you to get back in church. He is not in churches splitting, but in unity. Don’t give up on God, he did not and will not give up on you.

Ancestors of the Day

Today I am doing a double post… I do not have time on Sunday to do a blog. I set the day aside for the Lord.

I am thinking about my biological grandparents today. I have no idea of their birthdays, death dates or any facts whatsoever except:

The following was derived from the adoption and original birth certificate received from the Vital statistics office in Montgomery, Alabama.

Henry C Hahn married Alice Marie Bennett. Henry was a truck driver from Texas. Alice was born in New York. This information was derives from the birth record of their daughter, Sharon Louise Hahn. My mother. Alice spent some time in Mobile, Alabama, and she remarried a man with the last name of Crowe. The original adoption papers says 1952, the following records says 1953 with the change of name. She gave Weavers address on the birth certificate of Haas Street.

This is a family tale of how the adoption took place. Can’t prove any of it.

My grandmother met Alice while they both were in the hospital in 1951. She was alone and had no where to go and pregnant. My grandmother set her up with a friend of hers who lived across the street from a boarding house in Prichard. Friend’s name was Weaver. My grandmother paid her rent and was trying to help her get on her feet. One day after my mother was born -about 2 months old- Weaver calls my grandmother and tells her Alice has abandoned the baby and she runs over there to find her in a closet, soaking wet, hungry, and near death. My grandmother picks her up and takes her to the doctor. She finds she has the ricketts and needs all kind of TLC. She takes it up the state and begins adoption proceedings. The state finds Alice who signs off on the adoption and she leaves town. She kept in contact with my grandmother, got remarried and was asked to come and do another adoption process with her new married name. After a while, contact was lost. the last thing my grandmother mentioned about the situation was she was sick and in a hospital in Alabama around Huntsville.

I have taken these facts and made a story, if any parts of this story is true, I don’t know.

Alice was working in a restaurant in New York and met this older man Henry. Henry was a truck driver and was on the road a lot. They fell in love, she wanted to visit new places and they were married. After their marriage, Henry got sick and died, around the Mobile area. Alice was pregnant and didn’t know what to do. She stayed and ended up having the baby. She then allowed my grandmother to adopt the baby, She met someone new, ran off with him and married. She wanted to begin a new life without the past attached.

Does any of this make sense… not really. In my ancestral hunt. I found A Henry Hahn in Texas who was buried in early 1951. Is this him. I dont know…