I'm not only gonna make it....

I'm not only gonna make it.. I'm enjoying the trip...

With the Joy of the Lord as my strength, His peace that passeth ALL understanding as my rest, His promise that He'd never leave me or forsake me as my assurance, the comfort that is The Holy Ghost as my guide to a better life and all of His bountiful blessings given to me, HOW could I not enjoy living for Jesus!!??

An old song says it like this;

Life is a few days of trouble a wise man once said, but I'll not complain for I'm sheltered, I'm clothed and I'm fed. But many the trial my wants and my needs put me through, and the only real peace that I have Dear Lord is in you.

His LOVE will see us though every situation if we can just remember, "it isn't what we're facing that should concern us, it is what we are taking with us that should concern our enemy!" GREATER is He that is within us than he that is in the world!!!

The best is yet to come...

Mother's Memorial Fund Drive

The ladies Ministry challenged Victory Fellowship to step it up this year with their fund-raising and for doing so the person raising the most money for this GREAT cause would take home a lovely gift basket.

To motivate fundraising, the ladies leadership set the bar high, raising a total of $601.00!!!

Thanks to everyone who helped. Our grand total donated was $1,160.00!!!!!!

These are our two top contributors.... CONGRATS!!!

What's in your Bible?

A little boy opened the big family Bible. He was fascinated as he fingered through the old pages. Suddenly, something fell out of the Bible. He picked up the object and looked at it. What he saw was an old leaf that had been pressed in between the pages. 'Mama, look what I found,' the boy called out. 'What have you got there, dear?' With astonishment in the young boy's voice, he answered, 'I think it's Adam's underwear!'

Dear Dad,

Today marks the 29th anniversary of your passing. I never really got to tell you all of the things I should have nor did I spend enough time with you as I could have, but soon we'll be together in a happier place for eturnity.

When God filled you with the Holy Ghost and placed His calling on your life you truly became a new man in Christ, for that you can be proud! You left behind a remarkable testimony and witness to the POWER of His blood applied to a sinful life. I pray to be half the Christian you were.

We're still praying for Jimmy to see his need for God and I am not letting go of my promise. Ashley is doing remarkable well, she's such a sweet young lady. Jeremy is doing great, ministering and really working for the Lord. We all miss you and hope to see your smiling face one day!!

I love you .. HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!!!!

Father's Banquet June 8th

Victory Fellowship and the Ladies Ministry

honored the Fathers with a little banquet.

The theme was "Fishing" ...

here are a few special Kodak moments...

Our program, dirt pudding with worms,

and tackle boxes for deco and games prizes.

The serving bar and some of the decorations!

The Goldfish were game prizes for the young ladies.

We played a game to see who could guess how

many minnows were in the tank !

The happy winners won matching tee shirts

& the young lady won a goldfish and bowl

The Balloon game begins!!!

The winners of the balloon game ... CONGRATS!

He wins a tackle box and the young

lady gets a Goldfish and bowl.

Love, one heart, two bodies;

Love, one heart, two bodies;

Most would agree with me that Love shared is the epitome of true Love. There is no greater Love than love given away with no expectations or strings and then to receive it back again in a greater measure. This is how love was intended to grow. Your first crush, your first love, your first child, your first conscious recognition of a greater power in your life all of these are milestones.

We would not exist without Love of family, friends and most importantly, God’s love. John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave, and gave, and gave and is still giving. In-spite of our faults, failures and outright disobedience He LOVES! This is not meant to be confused with God’s approval of our actions, which most take comfort in thinking this way, it is about one more second chance!! He blesses us, pours out His mercy, answers our prayers, meets our needs and give us Love, not because we’re PERFECT and ready to face our Maker, rather it is His mercy keeping us close to Him in hopes that we’ll see ourselves the way He sees us and we'll desire to draw nigh unto Him, thus changing our ways.

This story is a great example of my thoughts: A minister’s wife was with a group of ladies going to a luncheon and the driver tunes in a classical radio station hoping to set a peaceful and sweet mode for the drive. Months later a comment was made to a group, in-front of the minister’s wife, “well Sister Majors likes classical music!” The minister’s wife spoke up and said, “NO, actually I don’t listen to anything but Gospel music.” The ladies replied, “The day we went to lunch you didn’t say anything about the choice of music, we assumed you liked it!” “No, I didn’t like it but it wasn’t my place to tell you! I knew somehow God would let you know!” The minister’s wife replied. (that same minister's wife is where I got the phrase, "help me to see myself the way you see me God." The first time I heard her pray this we were in a ladies prayer meeting in Ft. Worth, Texas in the 1980's and as usual I was situated in a place close to her during prayer just to listen to her experience in prayer and glean from her wisdom.)

Sadly so many are going to find themselves at the Day of Judgment honestly confused as to why their names are not in the Lambs Book of Life.

We must listen to HIS STILL SMALL VOICE.

Proverbs 26:2 Examine me, O LORD, and prove me; try my reins and my heart.

Shoes in church

I showered and shaved I adjusted my tie. I got there and sat in a pew just in time. Bowing my head in prayer as I closed my eyes, I saw the shoe of the man next to me, touching my own I sighed. With plenty of room on either side I thought, "Why must our soles touch?" It bothered me, his shoe touching mine. But it didn't bother him much. A prayer began: "Our Father" I thought, "This man with the shoes has no pride. They're dusty, worn, and scratched. Even worse, there are holes on the side!" "Thank You for blessings," the prayer went on. The shoe man said a quiet "Amen." I tried to focus on the prayer but my thoughts were on his shoes again. Aren't we supposed to look our best when walking through that door? "Well, this certainly isn't it," I thought, glancing toward the floor. Then the prayer was ended and the songs of praise began. The shoe man was certainly loud sounding proud as he sang. His voice lifted the rafters his hands were raised high. The Lord could surely hear the shoe man's voice from the sky. It was time for the offering and what I threw in was steep. I watched as the shoe man reached into his pockets so deep. I saw what was pulled out what the shoe man put in. Then I heard a soft "clink" as when silver hits tin. The sermon really bored me to tears, and that's no lie. It was the same for the shoe man for tears fell from his eyes. At the end of the service as is the custom here we must greet new visitors and show them all good cheer. But I felt moved somehow and wanted to meet the shoe man. So after the closing prayer I reached over and shook his hand. He was old and his skin was dark and his hair was truly a mess. But I thanked him for coming, for being our guest he said, "My names' Charlie I'm glad to meet you, my friend." There were tears in his eyes but he had a large, wide grin. "Let me explain," he said wiping tears from his eyes. "I've been coming here for months and you're the first to say 'Hi. I know that my appearance is not like all the rest but I really do try to always look my best. I always clean and polish my shoes before my very long walk but by the time I get here they're dirty and dusty, like chalk." My heart filled with pain and I swallowed to hide my tears. As he continued to apologize for daring to sit so near. He said, "When I get here I know I must look a sight but I thought if I could touch you then maybe our souls might unite." I was silent for a moment knowing whatever was said would pale in comparison. I spoke from my heart, not my head. "Oh, you've touched me," I said "and taught me, in part; "That the best of any man is what is found in his heart." The rest, I thought,.... ....... This shoe man will never know. Like just how thankful I really am... That his dirty old shoe touched my soul.