Dear Mothers,
I had a lot of interruptions yesterday so didn't get to write all that was in my heart. One thing I want to say here is this. Ya know it took me 12 years of prayin' to see my family come into order. But it won't take you all that long. See, Jill and Dixie and I, and some of the others, found our truth as we went along. But we were trailblazers. And so are many of you! But with my knowledge of the Word and some others -- and with what God does for you personally that I don't know about -- you will get a healed family in a lot less time.
See, many came after Edison and improved the light bulb. They took his experiences and added them to what they knew and then perfected the harnessing of electricity. I don't think Edison could have ever even dreamed up a computer ... yet still he had a part in it. I remember when I first got my e-machine and was writing to New Zealand and Australia -- wow! I could hardly believe that all I had to do to shoot a message all the way to the other side of the earth was to punch a button. How unreal is that! And how many minds made the computer? It was many people adding knowledge and wisdom to knowledge and wisdom.
But Ladies, use up what I know and add it to what you know and increase in more and more power and understanding. And you know what? Your testimonies will far outreach mine. I will be forgotten someday. But some of you will shine like stars. I am a forerunner because I don't listen to the world. Hey. Hey???? Do I have your attention? The world and its folks don't know how to stay out of a divorce! They don't know how to pray a wayward husband home. Take a dang shortcut and quit listening to the world. They are here to crucify you, but, Girlfriend, if you can live long enough, you will be able to turn around and save their life.
I mean many years ago, Jim was my enemy and an enemy of Jesus Christ. But I loved him and didn't give up on him. And do you know how you got to know me? You got to know me because my husband supported me so that I could go to the world with a message that Jesus can heal your marriage. Jim became my power to the world to shout the Victory. The man that nearly killed me with heartache has become the hope to many other families. It is no secret what God can do. What He has done for others, He will do for you. The husband who deserted me and sinned against me one day gathered me up in his arms and said, "I am so sorry." And he lived long enough to give me a place of stability to shout this Victory to the mountaintops, "Jesus came to bind up the brokenhearted and to set the captive free."
Ya know bless Jill's heart. She would come to my house as I wouldn't eat for such sorrow of heart. And she would all but feed me. I always tell her that she was the reason I am fat today. But I would not eat days on end. The deep sorrow I felt was killing me. I was 5 feet 8 inches tall and was lucky to weigh 100 pounds. Often I lost weight and got to 95 pounds. I just wept and prayed all the time. But God delivered Jim and He delivered me! And I have told God that I have needed an eternity to praise Him for just this alone. He saved my Johnny Paul in 7 years. And YEEEOOOWWW look out devil, I see Mary Elisabeth comin' down the pike with victory in her wings!
It's shoutin' time in heaven! Oh, yes, its shoutin' time! I am pullin' glory out of heaven and makin' a place for it on the earth. I am binding the evil on earth and the Lord is breakin' heaven loose for me. Praise Jesus! Its shoutin' time.
Mountain Moving Faith
Ya know Wild Man would go to the mountains to hide out when he would hit the road. And Mama was at home moving mountains with her faith. I was speaking to mountains to be cast into the sea. Must have made it hard on a wayward husband who was tryin' to hide out in the mountains that wouldn't stand still. Then Papa got saved and never again saw the mountains. We were gonna go there so he could show them to me. But we never went. Maybe someday I will go alone but I doubt it. Oh, how I loved that man.
And soon it will be Thanksgiving! I can feel the earth fairly shake as I know all of my seeds are coming home. Christian Joy and her husband are traveling by car from NYC. Hungry hearts longing to see their loved ones again. John and his darling wife Christine and son Romeo will be coming Wednesday night from Missouri. Jimmy and his wife Aleksondra and their little baby girl will come from Illinois and get here Wednesday night. David lives near here and his family will come with the new grandson, Papa's namesake. And Mary will come, too. Dan will be the only one not coming and he will come for Christmas.
Aleks called a few days ago and she said Jimmy wanted me to make bread for Thanksgiving. She said he missed my homemade bread. I haven't made it since Jim died. I have never made bread for anyone but Papa. I even made it for him when he was gone, believing God he would be home to eat it. I can't imagine making bread that Papa won't eat. And yet Papa sends me his love from heaven, always encouraging me. I know he wants only what is best for me and our children. I know he wants me to make that bread with as much love as ever.
Papa only wanted the best for me after he was saved. He spent the rest of his life trying to make me happy. I am always at peace knowing how much he loved me and honored me. He loved our children and grandchildren. Always wanted what was best for us. He had a heart of compassion for us. His greatest grief was that he couldn't do more for us. But I was satisfied and happy with whatever he gave us.
I followed this man wherever he went from the time I was 19 years old. And when he did leave me for the final time and went to heaven, I knew where he was and I never feel I am without him. I have never grieved as others grieve for lost loved ones. I just know where Papa is and I know I will see him again. When you are as close as Jim and I have been, you just always know where the other one is. That comes as you go through the pit of hell and come out on the other end. Then the Lord gives you a heaven on earth. And then Jim's body wore out and he had to leave for heaven. I know he couldn't help it. It was his time to exit and he went in peace and love. I accepted it and let him go. I submitted to him ... finally I submitted to him. Before that, I wouldn't let him go. And we argued about it. He said a few weeks before he died, "Connie, it is my heart. I am dying." I screamed, "No, you aren't!" I wouldn't let him go. But when Papa knew the time was right, he went on ahead to heaven. I submitted to it. And I felt such a peace. I was able to minister to the children as they all 6 wept and cried out for him. The grief was controlled and peaceful. The minister there said he had never seen such love in a family. If only he knew that all of the love he saw came through years of prayers and intercessions.
Love,
Connie
