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With all the pastors and bi-vocational laborers and with the economy the way it has been, I think we could fill an encouraging, faith-building thread up on this topic.I just experienced an answer to prayer, and I'd like to give God glory.

You can't over-praise Jesus! Just keep those good things coming!

You can't over-praise Jesus! Just keep those good things coming!Yes, He is WONDERFUL! Some facts but mostly just my [email protected]://shipslog-jack.blogspot.com/

Thanks for the encouragement.My concern is that if a message gets too long, lots of people don't read it.If you feel that way, share a testimony if you've got one. Let me know about that check that came in the mail or whatever it was

Tell it brother. That is what we ALL need. It builds our faith and inturn, builds yours too. If you feel it is too long (I don't), just break it up into several posts. This is a whole lot better than disagreeing on something that doesn't change anything anyway.

Okay folks, how about some testimonies

Several years ago, we made plans to go to the General Assembly for my kids to participate in International Teen Talent. Finances have always been an issue for us, so for 5 people to go to TX for a week was a real challenge. We made plans to go with a church group from Fayetteville, NC, Rivers of Living Water COG. We made hotel reservations with the same motel as the church group and would be riding with them to the services. I had some $ set aside for food expenses, but I really didn't know if it was enough for all our meals and whatever spending $ we would need. I prayed and asked the Lord to make a way for us. Did I mention this was for 5 people eating out for a week? I hoped I had enough money but I really wasn't sure, but I didn't know anything else to do except economize and make sandwiches after we got there, if needed.We left with the church group and traveled in a nice chartered bus to TX. When they stopped at a McDonald's to eat breakfast for the first meal, they told everyone to line up & as they were leaving the bus, they handed everyone a $5 bill to pay for breakfast, including my family. We were with them and had ministered at their church before, but we were not a part of this wonderful church family. After everyone else got off the bus, I spoke to the person handing out the $ and told them it was a mistake. We were not a part of the church group, we were just traveling with them. That person looked at me and said, As long as you are traveling with us, you are one of us. Take the $ and enjoy your meal. I was astounded. I stood there with my mouth hung open and tears streaming down my face. That church paid for every single meal for my family for the whole trip. This was such a miracle to me of God's miraculous provision. We had no thought of the church helping us out in this way, but it was such a blessing, and such a relief to me not to wonder if we had enough. This has been almost 20 years ago, and I still can't tell this story without crying. God was faithful to us and blessed us abundantly.And my son won in Teen Talent that year! More of Him...less of me.http://twitter.com/camiracle77http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=691241499&ref=name

SWEET CArolyn. Some facts but mostly just my [email protected]://shipslog-jack.blogspot.com/

OK, where's a Like button when you need it!

I tell the church that if it's sincere, it's OK to Thank Him Again! I remember, many years ago, when I was not even 10-years-old, I don't know that I wanted a horse that badly, but I kept praying for one. My dad, a Church of God evangelist, was at a revival and someone had a horse. My dad got it for me.I was so happy...until we figured out that there was a reason they had named the horse Satan. He kicked. He bucked. He bit. He was dangerous.With my dad so often away in revival, it fell to my mother, sister, and I to take care of that horse. Shouldn't have been a problem so long as we didn't try to ride him. But I had already been bucked (right onto a pine tree root). I had been walking along as my dad rode...when hooves flew by my head. I had been there when the horse had tried to bite my dad.In any case, my mother, sister, and I went to the pasture someone let us keep him in. My mother was heavily expecting my younger brother. We prepared water for the horse to drink. So far so good.... Then the horse moved into a position where my mother was directly behind him. She didn't know the danger. I didn't get it then. But later, you can imagine that dread and terror I felt when I finally realized how deadly that moment had been. Oh, how thankful I was that Jesus had spared my mother and my little brother! I wouldn't doubt that an angel stood in the way, protecting my mother and brother.Tomorrow morning, 40 plus years after that day, if the Lord tarries, I plan to be in church with both of them in the morning! I've thank Him before, but I want to THANK HIM AGAIN that He spared my saintly mother and my beloved brother (who, incidentally, grew up to be an elite, world-class drummer, a wonderful minister, and a huge help at the church).