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A lost sheep that had trouble finding her way home
When I was young I remeber going to church on a church bus that would come by and pick us up. My mom and step-dad never took me or my sister. After a while we moved around alot so I got out of ever going, until I graduated high school. There was a new pastor at the First Baptis Church where I lived, real small town, a Baptist church or a Methodist church were your only options. After the football games they would have what was called fith quarter fellowship, well all the kida and the football players would go so I started going with some of my friends. We would eat, play games, and the youth director would share some scripture. After a while I started attending the First Baptist Church on a regular basis. We had a youth revival one fall and the pastor that came was amazing. He really touched my heart. The next Sunday the pastor of the church was preaching on Jesus second coming and the rapture. He was talking of the trumpet sounding and all the stuff that would take place. We lived close to a car dealership and one night I was laying in bed thinking about what the preacher had said and the Holy Spirt was working on me. Well the alarm at the car dealership went off in the middle of the night and I thought that it was the trumpet sounding and I had waited too late. The very next Sunday when the invitation was given I was one of the first down at the altar. The pastor came over to talk to me and I told him that I wanted to be saved and he told me to pray and ask for forgivness of my sins and to ask Jesus to save me. That was Oct. 19th 1979. We moved away not to long after that and I fell out of church and didn't go for quite some while. We moved to my mom's home town where she was raised and I kneww some girls here my age so I went over to their house one night and I began to run around with them. They attended the First Baptist Church here so I started going with them and joined the church here. They met some guys and got married to them who attended Penecostal Churches so they started going there and I backslid and quit going all together. I met my husband and every Sunday we would say we need to be in church. It took us six years before we started going again our oldest daughter Staci was four, our second daughter Jami was two,and our third daughter Randi was six months old. We started attending the Missionary Baptist Church here because it had a small congregation and that is what we were looking for. We raised our girls in that church and were there every time the door was open. We were blessed greatly by God in giving us the greatest daughters anyone could ask for. They never gave us a minutes trouble all through their teen years even though we only had one bathroom for five people. They learned to compromise and they were each others best friends. We still attend a Missionary Baptist Church and so does our youngest daughter and her husband,but the other two attend different kinds with their husbands. God is good and I give him all the glory in leading me in the way that He did.
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