Recently I finished a fabulous book on the basics of homeschooling called Homechooling for the Rest of Us by Sonya Haskins. Although I consider myself a veteran homeschooler after homeschooling my own four children as well as countless others over almost a twenty-year life span, I learned a great deal about the struggles and inevitable conflicts that arise when making the choice to homeschool.
Several years ago I began writing a homeschool manual for first time homeschoolers and those just entertaining the idea of educating their child(ren) in the confines of their own home. I spent nine months working on this book to become the next Dummies manual. One day I was researching something on homeschooling and I ran in to this site that was selling a new homeschooling book entitled Homechooling for Dummies. Needless to say I was too late, but I had almost reached the end of my first book and yes, someone else beat me to it. But, the book was written and countless families are benefiting from its vast knowledge, endless resources and invaluable information. And that is what was most important anyway.
Now, twenty-two years later after beginning my own homeschool venture, I have reunited with a dear homeschooling friend of mine, enjoy encouraging other homeschoolers still and I began homeschooling my fifteen year old grandson a couple of months ago. Wow, what a journey it has been. So very different homechooling my own children as I started educating my own kids when they were in preschool, my grandson is a freshman in high school, completely different story. But I am so very thankful for my grandson and the opportunity to offer him a better education, more one on one attention, chances to earn himself the title of honor student and I have the awesome privilege of getting to know my grandson on a different level than I ever have.
In light of homeschooling, I’d like to share a few things I found so very helpful in Sonya’s book, Homeschooling for the rest of Us.
Unschooling - It’s when a child comes out of the public school environment and they are allowed to play hookie from school for a time to readjust their thinking and change the way they have been trained to believe the only one they can learn from academically is their teachers at school.
Sharing the Plan- Tell the children your plans to now educate them at home. Explain there will be fun at home, learning and new adventures. Let them know their classroom has become their world around them. Be sure to let older children know your new plans to homeschool them will include their social lives as well as their academic interests and what is needed to fulfill state requirements.
Choices- While youngsters can choose what subjects to draw in art, what topic to write a report about in Language Arts and what hands on experiment they’d like to perform next in Science, older children can choose the order of their subjects, what assignments to complete first and what field trips to attend to widen their horizons and learning experiences.
Over the next few posts, I will be sharing some tidbits that will hopefully make the experience of homeschooling more enjoyable, more productive and less fearful. My philosophy has always been if God is calling you to homeschool, choose to homeschool. God does not always call the equipped; often He equips the called.
For some fabulous homeschool information and a place for great homeschool resources, please visit my friend
Holly Craw’s website at http://homeschoolcommunity.wordpress.com/homeschool/hollycraw/
When stress rises the best place to descend is on your knees and in the Word. Life is full of ups and downs, curves from around blind corners and storms that dare to shift the most steadfast human off course. When we enter into prayer, conversing with God in the silence of our hearts or loudly from the depths of our souls, there comes a peace upon an individual that no emotion or solution can compare. When we open the Bible and quiet out hearts, focus our minds on Jesus and bare our burdens, every care is swept from our minds and weary bodies. I Peter 5:7 tells us to cast our burdens upon the Lord for He cares for you. When your burdens get too heavy to bear, what do you do with them?
Yesterday my son, Branden began his journey in a thirteen month long discipleship program. It was bitter-sweet I must say as I fought back tears of joy most of the day. As we shopped for the necessary items he was to pack and take with him, I felt lonelier and lonelier as the time quickly approached for us to leave our home. So many memories flooded my mind, for he and I are pretty close friends in this mother-son relationship. We spent a lot of time together, did a lot of things together and just seem to enjoy the simple things in life.
For twenty-four and a half years Branden has lived at home. Beyond mission trips for a week to three weeks long, Bran has always lived at home. Don’t get me wrong, in his late teens he tried on a few occasions to room with buddies, but it never panned out. Either he had money and they did not or visa versa. Finally, this was his chance to leave home, to become his own person, to avoid having a mom to tell him to clean the bathroom sink, put his clothes away or remember to do his laundry. He is in an intense discipleship program here in Phoenix, AZ. He will travel often and to new places which will be a joy for him. He gets to meet new people, interact with them, hang with new friends and even have his laundry done for him. WOW! What a deal. Reaching out to others and meeting the needs of various community members is where it’s at! Fund raisers, bake sales, sponsorship letters and meeting several daily deadlines is what Branden has in store for him. There will be classroom work, on the job work, volunteering and time management conscious.
When I said goodbye yesterday around 3:30, I felt my heart dropping from my chest. It felt as though I would not see him for years. The issue is, I had to say goodbye to a very close friend of mine. One who I laughed with so often, cried with, prayed for and shared in many fun activities. I began missing him as soon as we arrived and began taking his things out of my car. Thirteen months is a very long time, but I know this was an opportunity he could not pass up!
Ever since Branden was growing within me, God was sending messages to me about his purpose in life, his calling you might say. The pastor of a church we were attending at the time, had prophesied heavily over me while Branden waited within the safe confines of my womb. He said, many would follow him and that he would love God with all his heart. He was correct, many do follow him, they follow his silence and his excitement for life. Jeremiah 1:5 was the scripture a woman gave to me and his dad so many years ago. It is Branden’s life verse to this day.
The hardest part for me was coming back home, back home without Branden. It’s too quiet, I don’t see him sitting on the swing in the backyard, chillin’ in the beautiful Phoenix weather. I turn a corner and Branden is not there. Boomer, his dog, paces back and forth, obviously perplexed by his maters disappearance. Boomer tried to squeeze through my legs to go in the front yard, nonetheless but to find Branden. Boomer nudges Branden’s bedroom door open and lays himself on Branden’s bed. Boom lowers his head and rests his chin on one of Branden’s pillows. He eyeballs the room and then lets out a deep sigh. He misses Branden terribly and just can’t figure out where Branden has gone.
Quite honestly, we all miss Branden but are so very excited for him at the same time. In the next thirteen months, Branden will become more independent than he ever has in his life, he will create beautiful works of art in woodwork, he will raise funds for the organization, attend class sessions, make new friends, volunteer in several different communities all over Arizona, feed the poor, give hope to those who feel abandoned and forgotten, begin new habits and throw out old ones and gain strength where he did not even know he was weak. Branden will grow closer to God and develop into the man God meant for him to become.
Yes, this new adventure for Branden may seem long, but the rewards he will reap will be priceless. And we, his family, are overjoyed for the opportunity for Branden. “Blessings to you and favor on you, Branden. May God always lead and direct your ways as you are trusting in Him with all your heart, leaning not unto your own understanding and acknowledging Jesus in all things (Proverbs 3:5), Mom’s paraphrase.”
To you our sweet son -
You are so very loved and we miss your beautiful smile and gentle spirit!
Be encouraged and know that God is with you always!!
Recently my husband asked me to make copies of an assessment we took long ago and more recently took again in our married class at church. I had to chuckle at first because my husband works as a shop supervisor at Fletcher’s Auto and the mere thought of him handing a two page love assessment to several greasy mechanics like himself at work was quite the thought. But he did, and he came home and told me every one of these men accepted the assessment and used their break times to fill it out.
Handing out the Assessment
So if my husband can share a quiz on love in a greasy auto shop with several men slinging wrenches (well actually using impacts) then I surely should be sharing it here with all of you. So here it is. The Five Love Languages was written by Gary Chapman and can revolutionize your relationships with anyone. Whether it is your spouse you are longing to connect with, your children you want to love their way, your family member who is not easy to love or a co-worker that seems irritable daily, after taking the assessment you will see perhaps why this significant other or daily acquaintance you must work beside is feeling out of sorts or just down right grouchy. There is a version of Gary’s book for adults, teens and children as well.
Our Assessment Results
When my husband and I took the assessment, we scored highest and lowest in completely opposite areas. I scored an 11 for Acts of Service where my husband scored 2. My husband scored a 9 for Physical Touch whereas I scored a 2. WOW! So this tells me when I hug or touch my husband it makes him feel loved and when does the dishes or checks off a job on the honey-do-list I feel loved. But how often do I serve him in so many ways hoping he will appreciate my love for him? Or how often does he hug and hold me with great hopes I will look deeply into his eyes knowing how very much he loves me? It’s just not happening and I’ll tell you why.
Our Love Tanks
First off, God created everyone with a love tank. A certain part of this tank must be filled by God, the One Who created us (oh, that’s entirely another blog to be continued), but then the rest is for family and friends and even those we meet. God calls us to love as he loved, and God loves everyone, He has no favorites, so neither should we. So the way we love another might be completely different from the way we want to be loved. Filling someone else’s tank might resemble speaking words of affirmation to them such as “You are special to me” or “Your life has real purpose.” It could perhaps be giving gifts whether homemade, inexpensive, small or worth its weight in gold. For some it might even be quality time such as listening attentively without the television on or newspaper in hand or spending an afternoon alone strolling through a park together. To some, like my husband, physical touch means a hug, or gently touch, sitting beside him while he’s watching a movie or an unexpected kiss. To myself, it is acts of service meaning when he fixes a squeaky door or the ice maker, replaces the ac vent in our home or changes the oil in my car I get excited, thankful and feel oh so loved by him. Sound kinda strange, well, give it a thought or two and take the assessment for yourself. Make an extra copy for your spouse or significant other or just simply jot your answers separately on a sheet of paper and compare after tallying up your scores, it might be quite surprising.
Loving Others Yields Great Rewards
So if you are feeling a little empty and you just don’t know why, see if perhaps your love tank needs some filling and first, check out ways you can fill the love tanks of those closest to you. Loving others the right way reaps priceless rewards which could include your own tank getting full as well. As your loved ones begin to feel loved and their tanks begin filling up, they will be more capable of loving you the right way as well.
John 14:34 “A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another.
I was texting a very good friend of mine while she and her family were traveling to Phoenix to get their youngest son settled in on his newest journey in life here as a firefighter. As we were texting, I told her through all of life’s trials and tribulations, the mistakes we make as humans and tests we go through, it is simply amazing how God always pulls us through them.
In the Bible, Hebrews 13:5 says, “I will never leave you or forsake you.” I don’t believe I ever realized how true this was until now. Wherever I am, He is there. When I am shouting “Praise the Lord” from a mountaintop or sunk beneath my darkest troubles in the valley of seemingly no hope, He is there. When I doubt He loves me, cares about me or even exists sometimes, He is still there. When I feel overwhelmed with my own troubles or am persecuted for my strong beliefs, for mistakes I have made or when I am misunderstood, He is there. When the ravaging waters of grief, loss and despair threaten to take my very life away in the currents of hopelessness, He is there. When my health is deteriorating and I feel weak, numb or want to give up, He is there. When all else fails and I have nowhere to turn, He is there. When I am alone, fearful or cast away, He is always there. God is always there for me. Not even when I just need Him most, but especially when I need Him most. The God of all Creation cares so much for me, I am always in His thoughts, always in His care, always under the shadow of His protective wing. Nothing, I mean absolutely nothing can ever separate me from His love. Nothing can take me out of His presence. I am His child, His daughter, His very own. God loves me as much as He loved His only Son, Jesus!
It is not that God will spare me from every adversity, consequence or painful event in my life. It is that He will be there with me, right by my side, through every adversity in my life, through every consequence I must experience, and through every painful event in my life. This just simply amazes me, it drops me to my knees just as it did this very morning. Through my life and through my death, I will never be alone. God will always be there for me, just as He will be there with me on the other side of this life as I have known it, He will be right with me as I enter into eternal life and beyond. I don’t know about you, but this gives me peace that truly passes all my understanding of who God is, of who I am, and of what living an abundant life is all about.
So what about you? Who is with you when you are crushed beneath life’s sorrows and can’t see past another moment let alone another day? Who can strengthen you when you are your weakest? Who gives you hope when you bask beneath the doom and gloom that depresses your soul to the point of wanting to take your own life and stop all the pain? Who encourages your heart to beat another day and places a smile on your face that’s covered in tears from the endless fear of hopelessness? Who carries you when you feel beaten up, cast away or let down and life simply isn’t worth living any longer?
My friend, please let it be Jesus. Fall into the arms of an all-powerful, unconditionally loving and purely gentle Savior that can pick you up, carry you away and make your life something more beautiful, more dignified, more peaceful and more complete than anyone, anywhere ever can.
If you don’t know Jesus, if He is not the Savior of your life and you are ready to let Him be, in all sincerity, say this prayer aloud or to yourself, it doesn’t matter, God hears you, He is listening.
“God, I come to you now, a broken vessel, a sinner and one who never wants to be alone again. Please forgive me for the wrong things I have done, those I am still doing. I give my life to you, surrendering all those areas I need to change and those I don’t even know of yet. Take my life and make it something beautiful, wonderful, one worth living and one worth dying for. I believe in you God and in your Son, Jesus Christ. I accept your free gift of salvation and receive it by pure faith in Jesus Christ. Thank you for loving me enough to send your Son into the world to lay His sinless life down on the cross, for me. Thank you for giving me new life, for sending your Holy Spirit to live within me and to guide me, give me wisdom and to show me my wrongful ways. Thank you for giving me your Son Jesus, to protect me, teach me and save me. Thank you God for coming into my life, for giving me eternal life through Jesus that I may spend every day, from here on out, with You by my side. In Jesus’ name, Amen.”
Now, let someone know of this decision you have just made, or even myself. I and all of heaven, are rejoicing with you, praying for you and excited that one day we will meet and spend eternity with God, our Heavenly Father and His sweet Son, Jesus Christ. (John 3:16)
Let me know in the comment section of this blog post and I will gladly give you some tips and pointers about living an abundant life now that you are a child of God, His very own. Congratulations!!! You have just made the most important decision you will ever make your entire life. God bless you abundantly! I invite you to visit my blogs for more inspiration and encouragement.
In the book “The Father’s Embrace”, Danilo Montero says as human beings, we long for a connection and I must say I completely agree with him. Through pictures kept in our memories, we can relive special moments, hear loved one’s voices, smile again, laugh again and rejoice in the times of victory and even cry again in the times of defeat.
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I know when I open a plastic container of play dough, the fragrance takes me back to my toddler years. I won’t go into how many years back I can go, but I am instantly a toddler again, creating shapes and forms that are suppose to resemble animals but never really did to anyone else but me. The same thing happens when I open a box of 64 Crayola crayons. WOW! I can see them now, all the brilliant colors, side by side, beckoning for me to raise them from their box and begin to create and design my own masterpieces which usually looked like stick men and rocks.Nonetheless, I knew what they were and I enjoyed every minute I added the beautiful colors to paper.
How about you? Do you have certain physical memories that whisk you off your feet and take you to far away places or perhaps turn back time for you by twenty plus years? Sometimes it can be a person who resembles someone you knew in the past, a specific fragrance of perfume, a street, flower or even something you enjoy doing such as cooking, playing a sport or reading. Whatever it may be, let yourself go there, just for a moment. Would you call this a connection? A point where you feel attached to something, or someone, even if you are no longer with that person or someone in the flesh, now, at this moment?
I believe, this connection, is the simplicity of our need as humans to reconnect with our Creator, our loving Father, God Himself. Fellowship with Jesus can never be replaced by any relationship with anyone else on earth. As humans, we were meant to beloved and to love. God’s unconditional love for us, through sending His only Son Jesus, to die for every sin we have ever committed, are committing or will commit, is the ultimate connection anyone could ever hope or dream of having with someone.
That’s what this blog is all about for the next several weeks. Connecting to our heavenly Father.
Come, let us rejoice and be glad in the Lord our God, our Maker. “Rejoice in the Lord always, again I say…rejoice!” Philippians 4:4
Today I began reading a wonderful book called “The Father’s Embrace” written by Danilo Montero. Let me first say what drew me to this book was not the cover, although it was quite refreshing, nor was it the author, whom I have not heard of previously, but it was the title.
In my forty-seven years of living I have discovered life is only as fulfilling as I allow it to be. It does not matter how many times, places or for how many people I volunteer, help or make laugh. It does not matter how much I sacrifice, give, mentor or counsel; life is only fulfilling because of the Who I do anything for. This Who is God and His Son Jesus Christ. I do things because I love my husband, my family, my friends and even strangers, but having a relationship with Jesus and knowing I am accepted by the Father of all fathers, God Himself, fills my heart like no other. There is really just nothing like it in all the world!
Earning salvation is out of the question, that’s not the rule of the game. I have accepted God’s free gift of salvation through faith in Jesus Christ. There is simply no other way to be saved and thereby spend eternity with God when my days on earth are through. So why is it I spend time, even good busy time, trying to make others happy at my physical or emotional expense? Why do I give ’til I have no more to give whether it is money, time, energy or material items? Why do I do most of what I do, when once I close my eyes to sleep at night, another morning arises and I am back on the treadmill of life once more?
It is for God’s glory; for the love I have for Jesus compels me to give until I have nothing more to give, to spend time I can never recover, to mentor when I am sick or weak myself, to pray like my life and others lives depend on it, and to make sacrifices at any cost. It is this love I have for my Savior, Jesus Christ, that drives me and deeply motivates me to share the love of Jesus with others and constantly ask myself, “What would Jesus do?”
So join me on my journey as I share and read through the pages of this fabulous book that encourages us to dig deeper, plow harder, open ourselves more and to risk yearning for the Father’s embrace like we have never known it before.
Psalm 42:7 “Deep calls unto deep at the noise of Your waterfalls; All Your waves and billows have gone over me.”
http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm+42%3A7&version=NKJV
Kenneth J. Mitchell was a Korean and World War II Veteran and I am proud to have been blessed with him as my Father. He was the type of man who could love unconditionally (a lot like Jesus loves me), and I am thankful for his devotion to my mother, sister and I.
Ken helped my mom raise my little sister, Kim, at a time when it was not the norm for mothers to be single-handedly raising their own daughters, keeping a nice home for them and healthy food on the table as well as purchasing clothing, school supplies and paying for a few extra-curricular activities to boot.
Although Ken Mitchell was not my biological Father, he was a Father that loved me, spent time with me, believed in me and was always there for me. Ken was a Father to me, before my mother and him ever married. He had accepted mine and my sister’s children as his own and was a Grandfather like no other. He sat his grand kids on his lap, listening to their stories, being sympathetic to their cries over wounds from days earlier and always shared wits of wisdom. He was their Grandpa, their buddy, someone to look up to and trust.
My sister Kim, and I loved this man so very much, and trusted him with our children, and our own lives. Ken Mitchell was a fabulous Father, one who we were proud to call our Dad. He never had children of his own, but called us his own, even before marriage made him our official Father. We referred to him as Dad, and the grandfather of our children.
Kenneth J. Mitchell was a man of integrity, one who believed in truth and honesty. He loved spending time listening to his family and people everywhere, and offered his help in any way no matter what he was doing or what resources he had. Ken was a generous man, not only with his money he worked hard for, but with his time and attention. Driving far to see my mother, sister and I, eventually my husband and mine and my sister’s children as well, he never complained. Ken was always excited to see us, brought us surprises and loved hearing about what was happening in school and in our lives.
Kimie and I cannot say enough about Kenneth J. Mitchell. He defended his country to the point of earning himself two purple hearts. He had been injured in combat when he was shot out of a military helicopter and lived to tell about it. But he didn’t tell the story often, just when we begged to hear it again. He much more enjoyed hearing about my mother, sister and I and his grandchildren. He did enjoy bowling, baseball and played on a league in both sports. His average was over 200 in bowling and loved playing slow pitch baseball. He was a Controller at Del Webb fin Sun City, Arizona for many years and enjoyed taking my mom out on the town in his 1969 Corvette… and sometimes my sister and I while hidden below the rear deck. 
It was both fun and exciting and we would go to some of the finest restaurants he could afford. He treated my mom, sister and I like royalty.
Most of all, Kenneth J.Mitchell, my father, was a man of God. He so humbly gave his life to Jesus Christ and devoted himself to prayer, Bible studies and spiritual conferences. He loved sharing the Word with me, talking about what he read, and what God was revealing to him. His excitement became my excitement. Sometimes we would search the scriptures together and share our thoughts with one another. Often, my father challenged me to search beyond what I saw; to spend time not only reading the Bible, but reading wonderful literature, and anything I had an interest in. To this day I adore reading and have become a professional book reviewer thanks to his encouragement and excitement for learning. While my biological father had left me a word one day in my roller skating case that read. “Winners never quit and quitters never win”, my earthly father, Ken, had faith in me as a person, a daughter, a mom, a sister, a friend and an advocate for protecting the life of unborn babies. In just about everything I did Ken cheered me on, and when I made mistakes or chose unwisely, he never ridiculed me for it, but challenged me to learn from my mistakes. Ken never gave up on me and convinced me I could do anything I put my mind to.
When Ken was struggling to save his own life, and cancer had ravaged his body because radiation therapy would not penetrate the shrapnel imbedded deep within his shoulder, he would come and be in the midst of his children and grandchildren to watching them play and laugh. He would not allow any of them to hug him or come close since he was lit up light a Christmas tree he would say, but I always sat with him. He didn’t argue too much, especially as he got weaker and weaker, but he did shake his head in disapproval when I would squeeze his hand and lean over to hug him. I figured we’d just glow together. As we looked at one another, eye to eye, not a word needed to be said. We both knew how much we loved each other. Our silent smiles told of years gone by and how we appreciated being in each other’s lives, how we thanked God for bringing us together through his and my mom’s friendship and then marriage just three months shy of Ken’s death. We knew life would never have been the same had we never became family.
So to Kenneth J.Mitchell, my father, my friend, my encourager for reaching new heights and embarking on challenging, new journeys, may you rest in peace and know how very loved you were, still are and always will be. May our absence from one another be short as we await the moment we are united together in heaven. Yes, heaven, a place that is a better place because of you. I am so very thankful we will spend eternity in the presence of our Creator, the one and only God, forever and ever. Thank you for so unconditionally loving my precious Mother, Shirley Anne Kubik-Mitchell, always on her terms. (RIP sweet Mom) Thank you for caring so graciously for my little sister and for loving me so deeply even through my turbulent teenage years, and thank you for so gently cradling my dear children in your arms as if your very own DNA ran through their blood. We were the ones that were so blessed to have you in our lives, as was every single person that ever knew you.
Love you Dad, and miss you so very much!
John 3:16 “For God loved the world so much, He gave His begotten Son, so that whosoever would believe in Him, would not perish, but have everlasting life.”
“Build me a son, O Lord, who will be strong enough to know when he is weak, and brave enough to face himself when he is afraid; one who will be proud and unbending in honest defeat, and humble and gentle in victory.
Build me a son whose wishbone will not be where his backbone should be; a son who will know Thee and that to know himself is the foundation stone of knowledge.
Lead him, I pray, not in the path of ease and comfort, but under the stress and spur of difficulties and challenge. Here let him learn to stand up in the storm; here let him learn compassion for those who fail.
Build me a son whose heart will be clear, whose goal will be high; a son who will master himself before he seeks to master other men; one who will learn to laugh, yet never forget how to weep; one who will reach into the future, yet never forget the past.
And after these things are his, add, I pray, enough of a sense of humor, so that he may always be serious, yet never take himself too seriously. Give him humility, so that he may always remember the simplicity of true greatness, the open mind of true wisdom, the meekness of true strength.
Then, I, his father, will dare to whisper, ‘I have not lived in vain.’”
Taken from Emilie Barnes’ book “More Faith in My Day” reviews on Amazon by yours truly.
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I was praying for all the families I nanny for and the sweet children I care for and it downed on me how blessed I really am. I have my own family that I love with all my heart and soul. I am truly blessed being the wife of a husband who genuinely loves me, the mother of four fantabulous grown children that think about me so often and help every chance they can, and I have friends that are so dear to my heart they are more life family.
Then I have my extended family I have the honor to bless by caring for their children, playing with them, teaching them and enjoying the beautiful moments of interacting with them as they grow up.
Yes, I am truly a blessed woman. If my days ended right here, right now, I feel I have lived a full and satisfying life. I have few regrets that will haunt me as I breathe my last breath. I have more memories that I’ve cherished during my journey on this earth than I could even begin to count, and I have Jesus to thank for all of it.
God sent His precious Son, Jesus Christ, to die for my and pay for my every sin, past, present and future, so that I will can eternity with my Lord.
John 3:16 tells us, “God so loved the world (YOU and me), that He gave His only begotten Son (Jesus Christ), so that whosoever believes in Jesus (God’s Holy Son, the Savior of the world), will not perish (spend eternity in hell), but have everlasting life (spend eternity in with God and His Son Jesus).
So, with that said, do YOU believe in God, the Creator of this world?
Do YOU believe in Jesus Christ, God’s Son, Who paid the price for YOUR sins so that if you accept the free gift of salvation through believing Jesus died for you YOU will enter heavens gates?
Do YOU accept this FREE gift of salvation through placing YOUR faith in Jesus Christ, that YOU will be saved when YOU leave this world?
If you do, simply repeat this prayer-
Jesus, I believe you paid the price for my sins. I indeed have sinned and am need of Your saving grace. Forgive me for all my sins, those in the past, present and future. I accept Your free gift of salvation and thank you for saving me. I give my life to you. Guide me, show me what my purpose in life is. Thank you God. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
Congratulations on making the single most important decision in your life! Welcome to God’s family!
Now, find a non-denominational church, one that simply believes in the simple gospel of Jesus Christ as told in the Holy Bible of so long ago.Here’s a link to my favorite place to worship and fellowship, it is Pureheart Christian Fellowship. From this link you can see what’s happening at Pureheart, the various ministries they offer and service times as well as past sermons and the way to leave a prayer request. May God bless you immensely as you follow Jesus~
