I believe before I go any farther with my letters (maybe 75 of them) I need to explain “why the letters.” There are several reasons. One, my children and some of the grandchildren have for several years asked me to write down some of the experiences and stories that I have shared with them. Three grandchildren love the story about when the Shetland pony dumped Annie, Hoyt, and I in the ditch…OUCH! Vonda loves the story about Daddy coming to rescue me on his pony, Tony, when I was late coming home from school It was dark and for some reason my pony was spooked.

You could ALWAYS depend on our Daddy to be there in our need.

But the biggest reason for the letters is that God told me in my heart to write them and I have learned long ago to obey God. Just do what He says and leave the rest up to HIM.

At church, Nov. 17, 1996, I was given a message from God by the Holy Spirit through a Christian friend. He said, “This is for you and nothing that needs to be told before the whole church. I don’t know what it means but you are to stir the waters in the family, like the agitator in a washing machine.”

I told him I took it to mean that God wants me to keep encouraging my family and friends to walk with God and get ready because Jesus is coming back very soon.

My prayers and thoughts have been so strong for lost or seeking souls, but I have waited on the Lord to tell me how to reach out and what to say.

So while waiting, on December 28, 1996, at age 79, I fell and was in the hospital for 32 days with a broken hip. My pelvis was cracked and the elbow skinned and bruised to the bone. It was a miracle the elbow wasn’t broken or the ball in my hip because I was airborne from the Church pulpit, which was four steps down to the floor.

Vonda repeatedly has said “If only I had turned around more quickly, I might have seen the angel who caught you.” Three wonderful 3 inch pins later and after several months of terrific pain I found myself back in the hospital having them removed because they had slipped. Only the Lord carried me through the pain that followed. My oh my, what a setback in my plans to write the letters.

In the midst of this pain and suffering, Pastor Nate visited me at the hospital. It was now January 1997. He read Psalms 71 to me.

Now, I have loved the book of Psalms but 71 was not one that had stood out to me before his visit. I read it over and over and knew it was perfect for me and from my dear Lord.

Here is some of it and I pray you read the entire psalm for the full blessing~

“O God, you have helped me from my earliest childhood … And now that I am old and gray, give me time to tell this new generation (and their children too) about all your mighty miracles. I will talk to others about your justice and goodness.” (Living Bible)

So get ready…some miracle stories are “on the press” and the very fact that you will see the miracle-working God comes from the roots given to us by our dear loved ones who came before our time. I will close this letter with two Psalms.

Publish His glorious acts throughout the earth. Tell everyone about the amazing things He does. For the Lord is GREAT beyond description, and greatly to be praised. Psalm 96: 3 (LB)

Sing His praises and tell everyone about His miracles. Psalms 105:2 (LB)