The Deep Roots: Part Two

(Pictured Right: Bobbie Sue Waxler, Wink & Jean Ann Rush, Anita Deckleman, Chris Rush, Tami Gatewood, Winston & Wanda Rush, Dottie Rush-Whitten, Clyde & Laverne Rush, and Larry Gatewood.)
God created the family unit as a foundational example of His love for us. With our family, we will not be alone here on earth, and one day we will be with our Heavenly Father. So, the family is such an important part of God's grand design. His purposes and plans for us are filled with His guiding hands as He is the Good Shepherd, and we are just like sheep. But when we go astray, He is looking for us, and with the use of His rod and His staff, He safely guides us home. He leads us to where we all are right now.

I Love to Tell Their Story... (Part Two)

For my grandparents it has been a long journey. Grover Clyde Rush was born on June 22, 1923, and Nellie Laverne Rush was born on July 25, 1925. For them, growing up in the "Roaring 20s" near Bay Village, Arkansas, there little was very little to "roar" about. Most of the south consisted of poor farmers and sharecropper families that lived off the land. During these days after the Great Depression, the economy showed very little growth and hope for their near future. Clyde grew up in this rural part of the state, but was afforded some amenities that many others did not have. His family lived only about 90 ft. from Bay Village School. He had to work in cotton fields at an early age, but at the age of 14 he got a job picking roots out of newly dug ditches for $12.50/month. With this money, which was very good at the time, Clyde was afforded opportunities to go into town and socialize and to have some things that others did not have.

Laverne was not so lucky. Growing up as a Deckleman and with 4 brothers and 3 sisters, Laverne and family struggled as most poor families did that were from "the country." Their basic mode of transportation was their own feet. They walked many miles barefooted. They lived four miles from Bay Village School. Early mornings, long days, and hard economic times limited their educations and its progress. Shoes would be bought once a year for each sibling using their "cotton picking money". They ordered them from Sears & Roebuck in Memphis, Tennessee, and they were kept even if they were sent the wrong size and were too small. Times were tough.
Laverne loved going to school. Her eyes lit up as she talked about it. One of her most embarrassing, yet humorous, memories is of her school's sixth grade spelling bee. Being shy, but smart, she was always very competitive during these exercises which occurred in front of her classmates. But, on this one particular day of memory, she was given the easy word "shirt." Smiling and exuding an extra amount of confidence, she quickly spoke the letters. Unfortunately, she left out a very important letter- "R". Sufficient to say, laughter erupted, and when she realized her mistake, Laverne turned beet red. This story is a mainstay classic in our family still today.
With her education cut short to the eighth grade, Laverne set her sights on work. Laborious routines of cotton picking was grueling and difficult, but this was their only way of life, and the only way they knew how to survive. Agnes, her mother and my great grandmother, would be just as involved. For example, she would feed her children and husband breakfast, clean up, and then usually bring a baby out to the field on a quilt and help pick cotton until lunch. Then she would go prepare the food and bring it all out to them for a quick break before the hard work would begin again and continue in this ongoing cycle of long days and short nights. But, this was survival. This was normal.
Like most children growing up in "the country," Laverne had her dreams. She yearned for an escape, a way out, and a better life. Dreams were long shots, but everyone had them. Perhaps this dream of hers was about to come true when, at the age of 16, she came to the "mecca" known as Harrisburg, Arkansas. On this particular day she went into the local hangout for all the young men and women. Pollyanna's was a soda shop/ drugstore in the town where anybody that was somebody came to rub shoulders, gossip, and just to meet other people in the area. This particular day was very special. This is the day when she met Clyde.

Next: Hope for a future...

Life Story:Part One

(Left) Laverne, Wink, and Jean Ann Rush in 2007








Cancer. Alzheimer's.
Before these words were uttered and then placed upon their lives, and now with time seemingly standing still, I spoke to my grandparents about the early days of their lives. The following includes a series of interviews I had with my grandparents in 2001 while they lived in Collierville, around the corner from my house.
(I miss those days.)

Part One: (From 1/29/01, I wrote down all they shared with me that evening.)
I drove them out to my parent's house in Atoka, TN, for a catfish dinner my father and mother had prepared. We all sat around, and after a humble prayer from my father, we ate and talked. That moment seemed so right, like this is what family should be. If only I could bottle up what we had right then are there.
Why don't we do this more often? Excuses fly from every direction like work schedules, long drives, and gas prices ($1.70/gal. I only wish they were as cheap as back then). Discussions ended and the road trip home had begun. This normally 45 minute drive from Atoka to Collierville gave us ample time to talk. As of late, I have spent more time just finding time to visit with them, especially since my grandmother's short stay in the hospital. I guess their mortality has become much more of a reality to me. Therefor, I have made it my mission to go and visit both of them every morning before I go to work. But this time it was different.

The roads leading home are not well lit and are quite curvy, especially on Collierville-Arlington Road. My grandmother requested I be very gentle in handling these curves for it bothered her health in some way. Of course I obliged.
This brought us to a topic. I questioned them,"What was it like when you were young? How were the roads? How often or did you ever travel at night? How did families get together and visit?" The answers flew, and more importantly the questions stopped. I became a captured audience- a student, so to speak, of life. And these were not just any lives, these were the reasons why I am alive. This was a part that I knew so little about, but is so important. This past had shaped me (us). In a way, I am what they had been.
I became a sponge. I needed to know more, and they were willing to tell me. You could tell that they wanted me to know all about their lives.
How vivid are their memories. At the ages of 75 (Laverne) and 77 (Clyde)-(when I wrote this), they remembered so much. Personally, my long-term memory isn't that long anymore. Maybe it is because they relied on their minds more, and that they were better used? Maybe times were so difficult that scars left these dramatic waves of thought which became permanently ingrained in them forever? I cherish that gift. That is why their stories must be told.
My grandparents are not wealthy business owners. They have not traveled the world after retirement. Actually, they have rarely been farther away than Arkansas or Branson, Missouri. They do not live in a condo or retirement community in Florida or even dream of such. My grandparents have left us another kind of legacy.

As I endeavor to give some kind of life through words to these two people that I do so truly love, I pray that your lives will be illuminated and blessed by their love, their struggles, and how the past can teach us how to find our families again.

Next stop: "The Roaring 20's?"

Prayers for My Grandparents

Thank you. Thank you to everyone that has prayed for me, my wife, my family, and as of late, my grandparents. I don't know how I could ever say this enough, but my spirit is lifted and filled with love when anyone tells me they have prayed for me or one of my loved ones.

My friend, and brother in Christ, Andy Quaranta, stopped me the other night at church and asked about my grandparents. I shared the latest and he looked me in the eyes and said, "I pray for them everyday."

I stopped, holding back tears, and said thank you. I can't think of anything more encouraging and loving than someone's prayers to our Father for me or my family. What a blessing!

So many of you that have been praying for my grandparents do not even know them. They are simply names on a prayer list at our church, and yet, so many saints have spent moments alone with the Lord speaking their names, lifting up petitions to the throne of grace and mercy.

So, this is where I am-I feel that I am being drawn, and Holy Spirit-led, to tell you about my grandparents. I want to share with you some of their life story. Please be patient. I am sure this will not come easy because many tears will be shed on this end of the blogosphere and onto my keyboard, but I want to shine a light on just a small portion of their lives. I guess this is a way for me to give back something to them for leaving the legacy of our family to us. Their lives have not been perfect by any means. They would let you know that. There have been plenty of trials, heartaches, dissentions, and griefs to bare, but I know that sin has put that in the heart of every man. I will NOT focus on the negative. I refuse to dwell on any past mistakes or life choices. We all have plenty of those. Instead, I choose to look at the blessings of life. Forgiveness is my theme just as grace and mercy from the Lord are the strength of my faith.

For my own sake, and I hope yours, I desire to harken back to times when family and values meant something, and when divorce was not as easy as ordering shoes online. There is much to glean from our pasts, and much to share with our newest "Me-generation."

Stay tuned. I will tell some of their story. I want to share just a piece of their journey from humble beginnings that once was a blueprint for families in our country, and now is all but lost in this selfish/faithless, twenty-first century America.

Times have truly changed.

May I tell you the story of the Rushes?

I thank God for all your prayers!

Wink and Jean Ann

Seoul-Searching

These are pictures from Yoido Full Gospel Church in Seoul, South Korea.

*(We are only 3 weeks away)

We are so excited in anticipation of our trip to South Korea. Our group has been meeting and praying for God's wisdom and protection. Our hearts' desire is that we want to go and serve only Him.

I have heard stories about the large congregations over there (they are the largest in the world for several denominations), so I decided to do a little "Seoul-searching"(forgive the pun but I had to do it :).
Above, Yoido Full Gospel Church, has about 830,000 members with claims that they are the biggest church in the world. WOW!
On Sundays they have services every two hours, each attended by over 12,000 people, in the vast rooms of their downtown Seoul location. All the services are in Korean, but are also simultaneously translated into English, Japanese, Chinese, Spanish, French, Russian, and more.
The church has been around since 1958, and has grown exponentially, taking a stronghold in a country with Buddhist and Shamanist roots.
After the Korean War, American missionaries came in and preached the gospel of truth and peace which offered an escape from the miseries of war through faith in Jesus Christ alone.

I am humbled to think that we will soon be sharing this same gospel to some idol-worshiping seekers that still have many questions about our faith in Jesus Christ. I am eager to point them to our Savior and to His Word.
For that is all I know, but I do know,
that it is everything to me.

Please pray for all those we will come in contact with, and that we will be bold in our witness and testimony.

"For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ, for it is the power of God to salvation for everyone who believes, for the Jew first and also for the Greek." Romans 1:16

"But God forbid that I should boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, by whom the world has been crucified to me, and I to the world." Galatians 6:14

Man on Wire

Scared of heights?
I was reading about this amazing, and death-defying 1974 walk across a wire between the World Trade Center Twin Towers and I had to share. This documentary about the Frenchman, Philippe Petit, was just released in theaters http://www.manonwire.com/, and since I was only seven years old during this incredible stunt, I decided to do a little research. What do you remember, if anything, about this event? Here is some of what I found out:

On August 7, 1974, shortly after 7:15 a.m., Petit stepped off the South Tower and onto his 3/4" 6×19 IWRC steel cable. The 24-year-old Petit made eight crossings between the still-unfinished towers, a quarter mile above the sidewalks of Manhattan, in an event that lasted about 45 minutes. During that time, in addition to walking, he sat on the wire, gave knee salute and, while lying on the wire, spoke with a gull circling above his head. Sgt. Charles Daniels, who was dispatched to the roof to bring Petit down, later reported his experience:
I observed the tightrope 'dancer'—because you couldn't call him a 'walker'—approximately halfway between the two towers. And upon seeing us he started to smile and laugh and he started going into a dancing routine on the high wire....And when he got to the building we asked him to get off the high wire but instead he turned around and ran back out into the middle....He was bouncing up and down. His feet were actually leaving the wire and then he would resettle back on the wire again....Unbelievable really....[E]verybody was spellbound in the watching of it.
He was finally persuaded by police officers to give himself up after he was warned that a police helicopter would come to pick him off the wire. Petit was worried that the wind from the helicopter would knock him off the wire, so he decided it was time to give up. He was arrested once he stepped off the wire. The police – provoked by his taunting behaviour while on the wire – handcuffed him behind his back and roughly pushed him down a flight of stairs. This he later described as the most dangerous part of the stunt.
His audacious high wire performance made headlines around the world. When asked why he did the stunt, Petit would say "When I see three oranges, I juggle; when I see two towers, I walk."

WOW! He didn't even use a net. My toes are tingling just thinking about it.

History is filled with men and women trying to prove something or just doing things for the "thrill" of it. Our televisions have become playgrounds for "reality tv". Many dare to test danger, death, and their ultimate fate of which God only knows their final destinations. The truth is that sin has placed this in all of us. We are at enmity with God until we are made righteous through the blood of Jesus. He is "the Way, the Truth, and the Life", and no one comes to the Father except through Him. John 14:6

Aren't we blessed to know Him, and that He is not only our safety net, but He is holding out His arms and will soon carry us home.

Thank you for your prayers from the Gibsons (Guest Post)

We left our home and my photography studio last Friday, Sept. 12th knowing that it may be the last time we saw any of the items left behind, what we left behind was just stuff, nothing that can't be replaced, nothing of importance. Just so you know our home is less than 1 mile from the bay and my studio is only 1 block away. We truly anticipated the worst but prayed ceasingly for the best. Our family along with 2 other families left for the far west side of Houston to stay at a hotel with the hopes of returning the next day if Ike took a turn like he had done all week long and following other hurricanes (Eduard and Gustav) in recent weeks. This time it was our turn to face Ike and the southern coast of Texas took quite the hit. The island of Galveston, Tiki, Crystal and Surfside were almost completely wiped off the map. The images you see now are just so breathtaking it is too much to fathom. As we watched the news all day on Friday waiting to see where exactly Ike would come in at (being 230 miles wide, who cares at this point we were definitely in the path) but the eye was set to come into Galveston and head straight up the bay where we are. So again we began to pray (I have seen the hand of God in other natural disasters this was my first hurricane and I hope to be the last). Friday night was very long and full of anticipation, anxiousness and so many other emotions, too numerous to list here, the power went off and on several times and finally off for good around 3:30am. Now we really don't know the path of destruction because we can't see anything so another set of faith and trust came into play. We started calling friends we knew who still had power asking them to tell us what they saw on the news so we knew what to do next. Our backup plan as always when we have to evacuate is to go home if we can or go to San Antonio to Rick's parents if we can't. We have always been able to go home but this time was different and I think we were all in denial. We packed up our families and headed west to San Antonio where we have been ever since. Our husbands went home on Tuesday to find the good, the bad and the ugly. One of our friends home is completely unlivable, the other faired well with just some small easily fixed problems, and our home had not damage at all, other than lots of leaves and debris and algae in the pool, easily fixed. My studio, just 1 block from the bay, everything around it is severely damaged or completely gone, the water came right up to our doorstep, the awning outside my windows fell up against my windows and NO damage whatsoever!! Talk about seeing the mighty hand of God work, I do not know how or why He spared my home and my studio but He did and for that we are so grateful. A very good friend of mine who is 12 miles further inland lost her entire studio, again I don't know why or how. She is not a Christian and I have spent a lot of time with her just living my life out in front of her, I talked to her the day she went back and she told me the damage and I immediately offered her my studio for anything she needed. She was so humbled, this is a great opportunity for me to show her love, after I get home tomorrow I will be going to help her with whatever she needs (please know I am not tooting my own horn here). My 17 year old son went home yesterday to tarp roofs, cut trees and help wherever is needed. Today he gathered up some friends and went and handed out food, he is truly an amazing young man. He could be sitting at home playing halo with all of his friends (one of his favorite pasttimes) but instead he sees an opportunity to go and serve others and share Jesus with them. What a joy for a parent to see their child go out on their own, not being asked, and recruit friends to go and serve and love on others with the love of our Father. I hope you take something from this long letter, if you've gotten this far, to find a way to praise our Father no matter what the storm in your life is. Take the time to show someone else the love of Jesus, that is what He called us to do! Take the time to realize the things in life are just that, things. They can be replaced, but our lives and our hearts and souls have one chance to make a decision to follow Jesus. I guess I will leave you with my favorite verse I really try to live by, it is very simple....
....the harvest is plenty, the workers are few. Luke 10:2
are you ready to go and plant, water, sow and harvest?

Please continue to remember all of those who have been affected by Ike and other natural disasters, there are many lives torn completely to shreds and many of those lives do not know the one true hope, Jesus. Pay attention to those around you, they just might need a little watering, sowing or maybe you have been the one called to plant or harvest a seed.
Striving to serve Him first,
Steph

The Bride and the Bridegroom

This picture is from a Thai wedding that we were invited to on our last mission trip. It is considered a high honor in their culture for us as "visitors" to be able to attend. And let me just tell you, we were treated like Kings in this family's home. As part of the ceremony, we all lined up to go forward and pray and offer our blessings to the newlyweds. The tradition is for all guests to tie a string around both of their wrists, thus binding the happy couple together forever.

"Then I, John, saw the holy city, New Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband." Rev 21:2

As I sit here remembering the endearing couple from this wedding ceremony, I can't help but think about the majestic beauty shown to us in Revelations. I love the glorious imagery portrayed with Jesus as the bridegroom coming to get His bride. And what I can never hear enough is that we will be with Him forever. Bound because of His love and His sacrifice so that we may be His forever. Fettered to Him with an unbreakable, scarlet thread.

The wedding feast is being prepared and the bridegroom is getting ready for His return.

But is the bride ready?

The mansions are being prepared and the songs of praise are in the air.

I wonder if Jesus is pacing the floors of heaven. Is He asking His father, "Is it time? Can I go get her?"

I am sure our Father in heaven is smiling. For only He knows... but what a wedding day that will be.

“And at midnight a cry was heard: ‘Behold, the bridegroom is coming; go out to meet him!'" Matt 25:6

Amen.

Be Still

Galveston & Houston, Texas, are in the path of hurricane Ike, and as the waters rise, people (and their pets) scurry to seek higher ground.

Again? Another hurricane? Americans must be asking these questions as they consider the devastation that is seemingly making it's home on America's coastlines. I am reminded of Jesus asleep in the boat with His disciples and a major storm raging.

He is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow! Doesn't that give us comfort?

Jesus knew the storm was coming. He knew because He is the Creator. God in the flesh was asleep during this tempest because nothing takes Him by surprise. He is always in control.

"And they came to him, and awoke him, saying, 'Master, master, we perish.' Then he arose, and rebuked the wind and the raging of the water: and they ceased, and there was a calm."

"And he said unto them, 'Where is your faith?' And they being afraid wondered, saying one to another, What manner of man is this! for he commandeth even the winds and water, and they obey him. "

He spoke and the world was created. So, when He spoke- the storm ceased.

Never doubt the Savior of the Universe.

Nothing is impossible with God.

*Our friends, the Gibsons, have evacuated their Houston home.

With this storm they may lose everything, but as they have just told me in an email,

"The important thing is we are all safe and even if we lose all of our belongings, it is just stuff."

Let us all pray the Word of God:

"I will fear no evil: for thou art with me."

I thank God for the peace that passeth all understanding.

"Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding;

In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths."

Amen.

Our Calling

September 11, 2001, will always be remembered as a day of fear and weeping in the hearts of most Americans. Airplanes crashed and towers crumbled and death permeated our eyes as we watched while smoke and debris flooded the busy streets of downtown Manhattan. Those images will be etched in our minds forever.

Jean Ann and I visited "ground zero" a few years ago, and saw the gaping whole that once was the twin towers. We stood in awe of the vast emptiness surrounded by chain link fences and American flags.

Emptiness. What a symbol of the hearts of people during that time of grieving and seeking answers.

Churches did fill. People did pray. And for those of us that cried out to our Lord, I believe many answers were forthcoming. Faith in the Lord Jesus Christ is all we have. Everything else is but filthy rags.

I am sitting here considering what emptiness many must be feeling right now. How can we live without hope?

I believe that is my calling, and may I say, our calling- to share the hope that we have in all of us in Jesus Christ. At home, at work, with our neighbors, even with those that attend our churches. As if it were our last breath, we must tell others about our Father in heaven that has forgiven us of all our sins through His son's death on the cross.

Many may know the story, but how many believe it? Have you ever stopped and asked that question? How many know the story, but how many truly trust in Him who created the world?

"The harvest truly is great, but the laborers are few." Luke 10:2a

Isn't it the most amazing blessing to know your purpose, your calling?!

You have been called!

Glorify God in all you do!

Do you hear Him calling?

Love Him with all your heart, soul, mind, and strength!

When you read the Bible do the words speak to you? They are alive!

Love your neighbors as yourself!

Don't point fingers. Don't expect others to do what you were called to do.

Isn't it about time for us all to step out of our dens of comfort where the world simply passes us by via the images on our television and computer screens, and into the fields of souls, where God has created people in His image for us to show love, Christ's love?!

Hope is eternal,

as is life with faith in the Lamb of God.

Our Faithful Redeemer is waiting for His prodigals to come home. He wants to bless. He wants to hold us in His arms.

He is calling out to you....but then, what will he say?

"His Lord said to him, 'Well done, good and faithful servant; you were faithful over a few things, I will make you ruler over many things. Enter into the joy of your Lord.'" Matt 25:21

You are called,

Children of God.

Love of the Father

I believe this video about says it all!

If you have any videos that you want to share please let me know.
Wink and Jean Ann

USA Today Poll: Faith in America

http://usatoday.com/news/graphics/2008_pew_religion/flash.htm


I have included the link to this poll in today's USA Today which shows a breakdown from different religions in America on where they stand on various topics ranging from homosexuality to their belief in hell.

I found this to be very interesting and somewhat disheartening with some of the responses from members of evangelical churches; especially that only 28% said that their religious beliefs influenced their thinking about government & public affairs. I guess this explains how many can vote for a presidential candidate even if they don't stand with them on their core faith values.

What does happen to people between the alter and the door?
Let me know what you think.
God bless.
(The above picture was taken in Washington D.C. last year in front of the National Archives.)

Write for Us

Friends and family,
I have had several positive comments on this blog and our attempt to journal our lives as we get ready for our trip to Korea. So for your information, I don't plan on stopping after our trip. On the contrary, I pray that this can be a springboard to becoming a communicative and sharing device for all that are interested in discussing biblical/family/worldly topics as they relate to all our lives and our servant hood to Jesus Christ our Lord.
So, basically what I am saying is- Help!
If you have any thoughts that you may want to add to one of my posts, please comment. There are links at the end of each post. Subscribe to the blog so you can keep up with anything that has been added. Also, write! If you have a question or topic to throw out there, please send me and email with your blog submission, and I will post it for all to read and make comments. It's that simple. It is like having a forum or message board, but we will not limit ourselves to just what I want to say. I want to hear from all of you.
Do you have a favorite scripture that has changed your life? Tell us about it.
Do you have an amazing salvation story or testimony that is too hard to speak into words, but it would be easier for you to write? Please share.
This is for us all, to encourage one another in the body of Christ. We are His bride!
And PLEASE spread this blog to all your friends and family. My hope is that we will build a prayer list that will shake the gates of hell!
Well, I hope I got my point across and I hope to hear from all of you soon.
May God continue to bless you all.

My verse of the day is- Matthew 25:21. If you don't know it, look it up. :)

Wink and Jean Ann

(The picture is from Thailand. On our last day at the school, all the kids (about 200) wanted each one of us to sign our name and give our email address, etc. To this day, we still get emails from a few of them. That just goes to show you what kind of positive influences we can all have in the lives of children if we just spend some time with them.)

Pro-Life Palin

I thought that Al Mohler's comments on his blog deserved a special spot today, so I am posting his link here. The comments and those he used from around the country are examples of what people are saying about our new vice president candidate and her family. I have discussed Sarah's family situation with my wife. I initally had concerns for her running and serving as VP with a family of 5 which includes a newborn, down syndrome child and a pregnant daughter. My wife says that if she can handle her family and being the governor of Alaska, she can surely handle being Vice President. I have to agree with her.
What do you think? Is there a double standard for men and women in office?
From Al Mohler's blog:
http://www.albertmohler.com/blog

Labor Day 2008 came with a bang as Hurricane Gustav plowed into the Gulf Coast and as the presidential campaign of Sen. John McCain revealed that the daughter of Alaska Governor Sarah Palin is five months pregnant, and yet unmarried. The word spread quickly, even as Americans celebrated their end-of-summer holiday with an unusual attentiveness to the news.
A statement released by the McCain campaign got right to the point, quoting Gov. Palin and her husband, Todd:
"Our beautiful daughter Bristol came to us with news that as parents we knew would make her grow up faster than we had ever planned. We're proud of Bristol's decision to have her baby and even prouder to become grandparents."
The release added little to that statement, other than that the father is an 18-year-old named Levi and that the young couple plans to get married.
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Go to the blog link to read more.

Prayers to stay Gustav

Ezekiel 5:11 (New American Standard Bible)

"So as I live,' declares the Lord GOD, 'surely, because you have defiled My sanctuary with all your detestable idols and with all your abominations, therefore I will also withdraw, and My eye will have no pity and I will not spare."

Yesterday our pastor, Dr. Chuck Herring, who attended seminary in New Orleans, began our prayer time with a cry out to God to diminish or even stay hurricane Gustav.

How little faith we all must have when many of our prayers are initially only for the people or the city of New Orleans. Jesus said that if we ask, we shall receive, even if we only have faith the size of a mustard seed, we can move a mountain. What power we have in our Savior!

As the church prayed, I wanted so much for the storm to seize. Not just for the people of New Orleans, but for any who would doubt God's power and his sovereignty.

But then it obviously occurred to me that God's will is what we should pray. Does God continue to allow these vicious storms on America to get her on her knees. Ezekial offered the warning from God that He would withdraw, and would have no pity and would not spare those that worshiped idols. Just look at America today. Is this part of a judgment from God?

My prayer is that all of these storms that we face will bring many to repentance and faith in our Lord Jesus Christ.

Do you have any thoughts. Please comment.

God bless and safety to all in harm's way.

Romans 10:1