"If My people, which are called by My name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land" (II Chronicles 7:14).

In 1952 Congress created an annual National Day of Prayer. This year, it will be Thursday, May 5th. Millions of Americans of different faiths come together every year to lift their voices up to God in prayer…especially at noon. Even if you pray at other times on this day, stop to say a little prayer at noon. Can you imagine how God must feel to have millions calling out His Name at noon? I want to be in that number.

Abraham Lincoln, presiding over our war-torn land, said: "…it is the duty of nations as well as of men to own their dependence upon the overruling power of God, to confess their sins and transgressions in humble sorrow, yet with assured hope that genuine repentance will lead to mercy and pardon, and to recognize the sublime truth, announced in the Holy Scriptures and proven by all history: that those nations only are blessed whose God is the Lord…"

You may have heard that there is a lawsuit challenging the constitutionality of the National Day of Prayer. Pray fervently that the courts will uphold our religious freedoms. It makes me furious that a handful of atheist agnostics are a constant threat to the Christian principles that our Nation is founded upon. They are determined to remove God from our pledge of allegiance, our money, public prayers, posters of Bible Scriptures, manger scenes at Christmas, our schools…. When I was in elementary school, the government furnished Bibles along with textbooks. The days began with prayer, Bible reading and pledge of allegiance to our country. What happened? Read the Bible! God rescued people from slavery, took them to the Promised Land, "overflowing with milk and honey." How long did it last before they drifted back into terrible, unthinkable sins? How long for our nation? Did you know that over in Japan where the recent, and biggest, earthquake hit, there was not ONE church?

Have you heard about Harold Camping's declaration that on May 21, 2011 Jesus is coming again? Does Harold read the Bible? Jesus said, "But of that day and hour knoweth no man, no, not the angels of heaven, but My Father only…Be ready for in such an hour as ye think not, the Son of man cometh" (Matthew 24:36 & 44).

With His death on the Cross, Jesus gave us a prayer line to God when the temple veil of the Holy of Holies was torn from top to bottom. Prior to that time, only the High Priest could enter and relay to God the people's prayers for forgiveness of sins. Jesus said, "I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by Me" (John 14:6). When we pray to God, we end with "In Jesus' Name, Amen." How wonderful it is to talk directly to God, our Heavenly Father. We become as close friends, long before we meet face to face in Heaven.

Each morning , I thank God for my good night of rest; ask Him to be with me all day.

At night, I thank Him for the blessings of the day; pray for my family and friends; and for those who have asked me to pray for them. All through the day, I speak "sentence" messages to God, thanking Him for everything good as it happens; pleading for help in times of need. I feel His presence about me all through the day -- sometimes, I see where He walked ahead, clearing a pathway. It is good to be aware of His being in every incident of my life; especially in loneliness since my husband died 15 years ago. We were married 55 years; raised three children; had five grandchildren. Our life together was very good. Many blessings! Much happiness. I am contented; peaceful. I love my life! Not EVERY day! Sometimes they are like April 7…..

After living with me for seven months, Wanda and Dexter finally got their dream home in Tampa, Florida. Wanda left Houston on March 1st with my granddaughter Rachel, husband Mike and baby Jacob, so Mike could do a lot of remodeling work on her new home. Thursday, March 30, Wanda called and said, "I just talked to Sally. She has a table for Rachel. Can she leave it at your house until they can pick it up? She could bring it by about 3:00 today." It was fine with me. I'd love to visit with dear friend Sally for a while. She did not come.

Sally arrived about 5:00 on the afternoon of Thursday, April 7. I had answered the doorbell beside the garage. I said, "Sally, I'll open the garage doors. It will be easier than this one to bring the table in. What a big surprise awaited me as I opened my kitchen door -- then, the garage doors, revealing a deluge of water, over my shoe tops, in the garage! I exclaimed to Sally,

"Gee! It must have rained today, and I didn't even know it. Every time we have a real heavy downpour, the water comes in from the back door to the patio, flooding my garage floor!" I reached for the broom to help sweep the water on down the driveway.

Sally said, "It did not rain today! Look how dry your yard and driveway are." I looked at the back portion of my garage and said, "NO! There's no water at the back…just here in the front half. Where did it come from?" The 50-gallon water heater! I opened the door, above the 1"x4" board where it is closeted: four inches of water on the bottom; water on top; everywhere! I said, "The water heater LOOKS o.k. Maybe a pipe broke in the attic!" A LOT I know about things!!!

I'm beginning to panic again at my helplessness and dreaded experience with another plumber!

Sally just took over! She said, "We must call Mike!" He is in Florida! She dialed his number, explained my situation; was on the phone several minutes. I'm sweeping out water;

Thinking, "Lord, what am I going to do. How will I find a good plumber, etc. and etc."

Sally said, "Mike called B & B PLUMBING (281-323-0255 at 22811 I-45) in Spring, TX and asked how far his territory covered. The plumber said, 'wherever the job is!' I'll call him." Sally is in charge! She said, "It's too late to come out today, but he has an employee who lives in this territory. He'll come over when he gets off work tomorrow!" Like, everything's taken care of! I'm thinking, "Who IS this plumber? How long in business? A member of the B.B.B?" I say to Sally, "Thank you!!! You know how helpless I am. And to think you appeared at this moment, when you were suppose to come over last week! Look what a mess you came to!"

She said, "I DID intend to come last Thursday, but just couldn't make it. My days are too full, taking care of Dennis (husband), caring for my invalid mother, errands, shopping…and that table in the way in my van! I must go…can't stay to visit. Have to pick Dennis up at dialysis."

The plumber arrived at 4:00 Friday. I said, "I have a circulating hot water system giving instant hot water to two bathrooms 50 feet away. Do you know how to keep it hooked up?" He spoke in such broken English, it was difficult for me to understand him, and he didn't seem to understand what I was talking about! (Oh, ye of little faith! Am I in trouble again?) On my water heater was posted information that the heater was installed 21 years ago! The plumber said, "Wow! Water heaters only last about 10 years." I replied, "I want another one just like it." He called his boss, to report my problem, talking in his language (Spanish?). I didn't know a word he said. He read the name of my old water heater to his boss; then told me they don't make that brand anymore. That figures! Can't afford to make something last a long time. Bad for the economy! I told him to get me the best one on the market. He installed a 50-gallon General Electric. Good brand. He did a super, beautiful, wonderful job of installation. Even showed me the shiny new replacement flexible hoses that connect the water heater to the old pipes! He cleaned up the area around the heater. Really neat! Soon as he left, I checked the hot water! OK.

DO YOU SEE HOW GOD TAKES CARE OF ME? It's no coincidence Sally appeared when she did. God was really the One in charge of my problem. He is my constant Companion.

Dennis died April 19 at age 68…a good, caring, fun-loving man. I'll miss him. Sally said, "You've got to help me get a life without Dennis, just as you have after losing Jack." I will. Dennis has been ill most of the past year. He was like a father to Mike. Whenever Mike and Rachel came to Houston, from Tomball, they'd visit Dennis, Sally and her mother, Trudy. Then they'd call me and we'd all have lunch together. All of us love the Lord. He is good. He cares.

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