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Happy 30th!

5 Aug

A woman giving birth to a child has pain because her time has come;
but when her baby is born she forgets the anguish
because of her joy that a child is born into the world.
John 16:21

 

It had been a very hot summer so far, and my feet and ankles were beginning to swell by day’s end.  The next day was Tim’s birthday, so despite the heat, I gathered up our dirty clothes and did the wash at the nearby laundromat.  We had also just received word that my sister-in-law was finally in labor, so I wanted to have all of the household chores caught up so I could spend as much time as I wanted during the weekend to visit the new baby and to help out with my young nephew.  Sue was past her due date, and I knew that she was more than ready to have this baby!  I called my mom before going to bed to make sure she would call me when Jay and Sue left for the hospital.   After putting the clean laundry away, I went ahead and set my alarm clock to get up for work, just in case Sue had an exceptionally long labor … all the while hoping that I was going to call in to work so I could take the day off and be with my family.  I then climbed into bed and cuddled my own nearly 9 month pregnant belly up as close as I could to my husband.  Sleep quickly took over my tired and swollen body.

 

A few hours later … Wow!  Something just popped and an unmistakable release of pressure immediately came over me!  I jumped out of bed … the best that I could … and with my hands pressed against my body in a protective way, I quickly waddled into the restroom.  A few minutes of inspection confirmed my speculation of what just took place … and all I could think was OH MY GOODNESS!!!!  IT’S NOT TIME YET!!!  Our baby is not due for another 10 days!   What a shock it was for my mother when the phone rang at 4:00 am and it was me on the other end instead of Jay!  She had said from the beginning that this would happen … that Sue would go late and I would go early and we would end up having babies on the same day.  And to make it even more crazy, this was Tim’s birthday!  So much for the awesome gift of a 10-speed bike that I bought him this year!  I was one-upping my own gift by giving him a baby!

Kimberly Kay  5 lbs 5 oz

Kimberly Kay
5 lbs 5 oz

 

Tim holding his little girl

Tim holding his little girl

Within the hour, I began to have contractions that quickly sent us to IU Med Center … about the same time that Jay and Sue were making their way to St. Francis.  My poor parents were zig-zagging across Indianapolis all morning, not wanting to miss either big event, but not sure where to be at what time.  After only 6 hours of labor, Kimberly Kay was born at 10:55 am, weighing 5 pounds and 5 ounces and 18 ½ inches long … such a tiny thing!  An hour and 41 minutes earlier, Sue had delivered Joanna Sue … weighing in at 8 pounds and 2 ounces and 21 ½ inches long.  The girls have always called themselves ‘twin cousins’.

Sue holding Kimberly next to Joanna

Sue holding Kimberly next to Joanna

 

What a day that was!  Oh, and happy birthday, Tim!!  And as a side note, August 5th is also Tim’s little sister’s birthday, too.  Becca turned 7 years old that year in 1983.  Two of Tim’s cousins have birthdays on this day.  And August 5th was his grandparents’ wedding anniversary.  Through the years, we have accumulated even more names to the list of birthdays on this crazy day in August!

7 year old Aunt Becca holding 3 day old Kimberly Kay

7 year old Aunt Becca holding 3 day old Kimberly Kay

 

Kimberly Kay was and still is a special answer to a lot of prayers prayed. Many years have come and gone since those times of infertility, and we continue to thank God for blessing our lives with the life of this precious person we call our daughter.

 

Kimberly Kay  ~ 1 year old

Kimberly Kay ~ 1 year old

It has been 30 years since that eventful day in 1983.  We have traveled quite a journey together as a family and find ourselves where we are today, still in love with the tiny little girl who has grown up to be a beautiful woman, wife, and mother of her own two precious children.

 

Happy Birthday Tim and Kim!!

Happy Birthday Tim and Kim!!

Won’t you join me in celebrating life?   Whether you know someone with a birthday today or not, find a special person and tell them that you love them!!  And if you have an August 5th birthday person in your life, please drop me a note and let me know!

 

Happy Birthday Tim, Kim, Joanna, Becca!
Have a special day!!

 

Until next time,
Debbie

 

I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the truth.
1 John 3:4

 

 

 

Prayer Mowing

17 May

In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy 
Philippians 1:3

Following a couple days of consistent rain and clouds, the sun has once again graced the sky, drying up any lingering puddles and moisture in the yard.  After filling the tank with gas and checking the oil on the riding mower, I set out on my weekly adventure to keep the grass cut and any new pesky weeds pulled.  For an hour and a half, I ride back and forth, across, around, and up and down.  What would seem to be quite the mindless activity is nothing of the sort for me.  I take full advantage of the ‘quiet’ alone time to pray.  Usually, it’s not just the hour and a half prayer meeting, but if I have planned on the afternoon duty since morning, then I have already spent the day in a special attitude of prayer.  Yesterday was no exception.  With my list of names already fresh on my mind and in my heart, I began my week’s assignment of lawn maintenance and heart care.  Having had Kerrie on my mind all day, I continued to pray for her as she had heart surgery earlier in the morning in Oregon.  Just having talked to two friends on my way home from work, both hurting from life’s hard blows, my mind then immediately went in their direction.  My friend, Louise, lost an older brother a few days ago to a heart attack.  A family crisis has reared its ugly head in another home, leaving my dear friend to wonder what will happen next.  A text on Monday from my precious friend, Wendy, brought a smile to my heart as she wished me a happy Mother’s Day and then requested prayer for her friend Sheila.  Cancer has returned to Bob, my childhood best friend’s dad, wringing out the hearts of those who love him and Pauline.  Many many miles separate Becky from her parents … and I understand the ache that is caused by that distance.  The memories associated with the anniversary dates of loved ones who have passed away, graduations and unknown futures, expectant families, marriages that are in trouble, those who are in pain and have unanswered health questions ~ and of course, my own precious family … Kim and Troy, Cole and Lillianne, Ryan and Brittany, and Tim.  It truly seems like the list goes on and on.  I name names on purpose.  I know that most of you have no idea who I’m referring to, and that’s ok.   But behind every name is a soul that needs Jesus.  I read something on Facebook the other day that made quite the impression on me ~

Peace is not the absence of trouble …
Peace is the Presence of Jesus.

Not only do I pray that for my friends, and their friends, but I pray that for myself as well.

May flowers

As spring quickly flows into summer and the grass continues to grow, I will be busy mowing.  It’s certainly not the only time I pray, but I do feel like it’s the perfect time to make it a day of prayer and fasting, interceding on behalf of those in my life who need the Presence of Jesus.  I would love to pray for you and your concerns.  Please leave a comment at the bottom of this blog, and I promise to add your name to my list.  If your request is too personal and you would like to share it privately, you may email me at dvanhook@hgcrc.com.

Looking forward to praying for you and yours …

Until next time,
Debbie

Is any one of you in trouble? He should pray. Is anyone happy?
Let him sing songs of praise. Is any one of you sick?
He should call the elders of the church to pray over him and anoint him
with oil in the name of the Lord.  And the prayer offered in faith will
make the sick person well; the Lord will raise him up. If he has sinned,
he will be forgiven.  Therefore confess your sins to each other and
pray for each other so that you may be healed.
The prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective.
James 5:13-16


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I thank my God every time I remember you.  
In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy  
because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now,  
being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will
carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.

 It is right for me to feel this way about all of you,
since I have you in my heart; for whether I am in chains or
defending and confirming the gospel, all of you share in God’s
grace with me.  God can testify how I long for all
of you with the affection of Christ Jesus.

 And this is my prayer: that your love may abound more
and more in knowledge and depth of insight,  
so that you may be able to discern what is best and may be
pure and blameless until the day of Christ,  filled with the
fruit of righteousness that comes through Jesus Christ—
to the glory and praise of God.
Philippians 1:3-11

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’Tis the Season

25 Nov

Do not be anxious about anything but in everything,
by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 
And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding,
will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
Philippians 4:6-7

Papaw and Cole

Yesterday was Thanksgiving.  People all over our good country gathered with family and friends in celebration of gratitude and thankfulness.  This year was no exception in my own heart for realizing the true significance of this holiday.  We have much to be thankful for.  Tim and I are both employed, and we have a nice home in which we live.  Our children are healthy, happy, and will be with us for Christmas.  Just a week ago, Tim underwent a heart catheterization during which a new stent was placed inside the stent that he received in November of 2004 while living in Albuquerque.  The original was 99% blocked, creating chest pain and discomfort that necessitated intervention.  A few days past Tim’s emergency medical situation, I had a minor hernia repair and am taking advantage of the quiet days surrounding the Thanksgiving holiday to rest and to heal.  We are truly blessed this year by doctors and medical professionals who know how to take care of our bodies when they fail. 

Today is the day after Thanksgiving.  Many followed the traditional holiday feast by going out late, or early, as the case may be, to shop and find the first great deals of the Christmas season.  Others are busy transforming their homes with festive garland, lights, and décor that somehow ushers in this special time of year with its music, its gifts, and its Love.  Today is exactly one month until Christmas Day.   We all have much to do between now and then, but let’s not get so caught up in the hurry and the rush that we forget the season of Thanksgiving!  It was a season in which we celebrated the birth of brand new babies and still anxiously anticipate others.  A season in which we were pleased with successful surgeries that gave hope to scary diagnoses.  A season in which there was God-given peace over life-changing events and decisions.  A season of rejoicing over long awaited answers to prayers, and the continued realization of God’s gift of breath and life, His grace, and His mercy each and every day.  Please join me as we place the Christ Child’s manger in our focus again this Christmas season, that we still hold on to the Spirit of Thanksgiving and keep it with us into the New Year. 

Until next time,
Debbie

“She will give birth to a Son, and you are to give Him the name Jesus,
because He will save His people from their sins.” 
Matthew 1:21

 

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**  Blog photo of Christmas decorations … 2011 

A – Z

4 Nov

Ascribe to the LORD the glory due His name; 
worship the Lord in the splendor of His holiness.
Psalm 29:2

Does it seem like your calendar has the hiccups, and every little bit another page turns?  Here it is already the first week of November!  Didn’t my family just get back from the shore a few short weeks ago?  Wasn’t it just yesterday that I returned from my birthday visit to Indiana?  I find it quite crazy to realize the mad rush that life gets into as the holidays approach, so I am determined to do things a little differently this year. 

For the next several days between now and Thanksgiving, I’m adding an exciting twist to my mornings.  Last Friday, I took the letter A and listed as many words as I could that described the attributes of God.  I found the concordance in the back of my Bible to be a great resource, providing wonderful words along with the corresponding scriptures – sort of like feasting on homemade guacamole and having fresh tortilla chips to eat with it!  It seems that with each day and my quest with a different letter, my acceptance of words has broadened.  You know how two friends share a vocabulary of special words?  Well, there are some that are just special between God and me.  After checking the back of my Bible, I then find myself combing through the hymnal that I keep in my special spot of quiet time.  A few words are usually added, but more exciting is the memory jog that takes place as I read titles of songs that have formed this very heart that loves Jesus.   I enjoy much of today’s contemporary Christian music, but when I hear a hymn, the very foundation of my soul catches its breath as the melody, the words, and the message still ring true through the ages of life.  The unexpected addition to the music portion of my holiday devotional journey has even surprised me, as today I even sat down at my piano and played several songs that I haven’t even thought of for several years, let alone sit down and play. 

 I don’t expect anyone else to do what I’m doing, but I would like to throw out a challenge to not allow the next two months of busyness and activity to steal an opportunity to on-purpose turn your focus on your relationship with God.  As I read over my freshly written list each morning, I do so in intimate conversation with my Lord…prayer, songs, tears, and even some laughter.  God and I have a history, and these words and more tell part of our story. 

Abba, Abide, Absolute, Above, Active, Adore, Air, ALL, Always, Arms, Aroma, Assurance, …

Balm, Banner, Beautiful, Believe, Belong, Beloved, Blessing, Bread, Breath, Broken, Builder, …

Calling, Cherish, Cling, Comfort, Companion, Compels, Complete, Constant, Consumes, …

Dance, Daughter, Dedicate, Defender, Delight, Deliverer, Demands, Depend, Desire, Draw, …

Effort, Emmanuel, Encourage, Endurance, Engraved, Everything, Expectation, Express, …

Face, Faithful, Father, Favor, Feet, Fit, Fix, Forever, Forgiven, Forsake, Fortress, Fragrance, …

Gap, Gentle, Gift, Giver, Glad, Glory, Grace, Gratitude, Great, Groanings, Guard, Guide, …

Haunt, Healthy, Heart, Hedge, Helper, Hide, Highway, Hold, Holiness, Hope, Hover, Hunger, Hymn, …

Won’t you join me in the next several weeks, as the 2011 calendar turns its last pages, to finish out the year with a renewed eagerness to be thankful?  … Ever alert to God’s constant presence in our lives, and to then be responsive to Him and His eternal love for each of us. 

Until next time,
Debbie

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**  Blog photo of fall decorations in my home … October 2011

Motorcycle Momma

19 Oct

Hear, O Israel: The LORD our God, the LORD is one.
Love the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul
and with all your strength.  These commandments that I give you today
are to be upon your hearts.  Impress them on your children. Talk about them
when you sit at home and when you walk [ride] along the road,
when you lie down and when you get up.
Deuteronomy 6:4-7

During our former life while living in southern Indiana, my husband hit a phase of mid-life crisis and purchased a motorcycle.  Tim’s extreme busy work schedule at that time prevented him from riding very often.  Although the invitation was usually extended, I really had no desire to accompany him on his journeys, so when given the opportunity, he would take to the roads alone. 

For those of you who faithfully read Morsels of Mercy, you will recall that my “Munchy Monday” girls blessed me with a black motorcycle helmet as a “See You Later” gift.  Knowing that Tim’s work schedule was going to dramatically change, allowing him evenings and weekends in which to ride, I guess they figured I might want to tag along.  Anyway, just in case, they provided me with the one safety accessory that was a necessity.  Then a few weeks later for my 50th birthday, several of them went in together and bought me a black leather riding jacket. Every time I slip the helmet on and zip the jacket up, I think of my precious friends and once again thank God for their love for me.

I have to say that I have begun to truly enjoy riding on the back of the motorcycle with my husband.  I know there are some very real dangers, but we do our part in eliminating as many of those as possible by our own actions.  We continually find ourselves riding on the back country roads, looking for real estate ‘for sale’ signs, trusting that one of these days we will drive by the perfect house in the perfect setting.  Since we are not high tech with a helmet to helmet intercom system, we’ll tap on each other’s leg – right leg to look to the right or left leg to look to the left.  Creative, aren’t we?  Talking to one another would be sort of nice, but I rather enjoy the quiet.  My thoughts are noisy enough … planning the next day’s wardrobe and dinner, the next blog topic, and the to-do list once we get home.  I also use the quiet time to pray.  There are always people on my mind, their needs, their concerns, and my love for them. 

I really enjoy looking at names of streets while we ride.  Curds Way is my favorite of all!   Then there is Chick A Dee Dr., Pebble Beach Dr. (in the middle of Pennsylvania?), and Ice House Dr., which is right off of Church Street.  I believe every town inPennsylvania has a Church Street– and every town inPennsylvania has at least one United Methodist Church located on Church Street!  We are truly blessed in America for having quite the smorgasbord of churches where we can find Jesus. 

Autumn in southern Pennsylvania

Besides the awesome views of plush rolling hills, dotted with large farm houses, red barns, green tractors, and black and white cows, I so enjoy the smells!  Fresh mown grass, often followed by the distinct odor of the pre-mixed gasoline powered weed-eater.   Something about that combination makes me think of my Dad and my Pappy.  The other day we were riding beside a big row of very tall pine trees to our right, and my heart was instantly warmed as I caught the scent of Christmas.  There are other days that a different kind of pine will send me back a few years to the beautiful grounds of Bonita Park in New Mexico.  Fresh road tar.  Corn fields.  Rain.  We were quite a ways from home this one hot Saturday afternoon when all of a sudden we smelled it.  We immediately poked on each other’s legs and pointed ahead to the wall of rain that we were heading into.  Within moments, we were both drenched but having fun as we cooled off in the summer shower.  There is the fragrance of wild flowers along the road, the mouth watering aroma of someone’s steak dinner cooking on the grill as we pass by, and the mildly pungent odor from the freshly spread manure in the fields back in the spring.  The damp and mossy smell of the woods, along with the fresh strong aroma of wild onions and garlic will always remind me of my Mammaw Wells.  And this time of year as the evening shadows begin to fade, we’ll catch whiffs of bonfires burning and the musty smell of autumn leaves on the ground.  Then there is the unmistakable smell of a chilly evening – the slight tingle in the nose and you just recognize the smell. 

 

This past Saturday offered us perhaps one of the last few days of comfortable riding weather before winter.  With camera in hand and the GPS on my phone, we were gone for several hours as we enjoyed the fall foliage, the smells, thoughts, prayers, and the quiet company of each other.  Won’t you join me in the changing of the seasons, to take the time to enjoy all that God has gifted us with … the sites, smells, our abilities, our relationships with one another … and most importantly, our relationship with Him!

And a highway will be there;
it will be called the Way of Holiness.
Isaiah 35:8

Until next time,
Debbie

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**  Blog photo of fall decorations in my home … October 2011

 

The Quiet Morning

16 Sep

Be still, and know that I am God;
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth.
Psalm 46:10

 

Sigh … It’s Friday.  Earlier this morning as I knelt in my room to pray, I was immediately drawn to how unusually quiet it was…

There is still traffic in a hurry on the road in front of our house, but it seems like there just might be a little less of it at this hour of the day.  

The all-too familiar sound of rain, accompanied by thunder and lightning, has finally given way to clear, quiet blue skies today. 

The sun is shining brightly through both of the bedroom windows, desiring its warmth to take some of the early morning chill out of the air. 

Being bundled up in my long robe takes away any silly thought of running the furnace, and we certainly do not need the air conditioner … so the usual sounds of comfort are hushed this morning. 

The television that has been watched more than normal this week has been turned off  ~  So grateful for the convenience of a DVR during weekends such as Sept 11th

Mimi and Anticipation are hand-in-hand anxious for next weekend when Cole is expected to come and stay for a few days … but all the tractors, cars, trains, and trucks are still and in their proper places for now. 

A very brief good morning from Cole was already enjoyed as he and his Momma were meeting other friends for a fun day at their county fair.   So my cell phone lies quietly by.

The phone ringing along with the drama of my place of employment is someone else’s responsibility today.

In the stillness of my prayer time, I remembered someone’s status on Facebook from the other day that said something like … What would you have tomorrow if you were able to keep everything you thanked God for today?  Diverting from my normal list of people, too many to name, and asking God to help this situation and that, I began to simply name names.  In the continued quietness, I thanked Him for family, dear friends, those who are very ill, those who have lost loved ones, those who are hurting because life is just difficult.  I thanked Him for things, places, events, and most importantly, I thanked Him for Jesus.

There’s just something special about the quiet this morning.  I know Where it has come from.  Just yesterday, I prayed and asked God to meet me when I woke up.  I no longer  want to wake up and immediately think about the stress, the drama, and the concerns of life before I first feel His presence and His love for me.   My God is so faithful.   

Click Be Still and Know by David & Charlene Adams

Be still, and know that I am God;
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth.
Psalm 46:10

 As I sit here next to my place of prayer, scrunched down into the generational shared Big Bird Chair, except for the occasional vehicle on the road and the clicking of the keys on my computer, it is still very quiet.  As much as I would love to move up to the comfies of my bed and covers and spend the day reading, the stillness has motivated me to get busy.  There is an exercise video recorded on that wonderful invention of a DVR that is calling my name. There are people who are having yard sales and need to sell items they no longer want, and there are items of theirs that I would like to have.   I need to mow the lawn and do some light housekeeping chores. 

Won’t you join me in the midst of the busy days ahead?   If you ask Him to, Jesus will also be there waiting on you when you awake.  Spend some time alone with Him and be still.  Once we get up from our little quiet spot and on purpose enter the world of busyness, we can do so and KNOW that God is with us and takes great delight in us!  And when everything around us gets noisy, full of life and activity, He has promised to quiet us with His love.  He says He will rejoice OVER YOU with singing.  Wow!  God sings over us!  I wonder what song He will sing today …

The LORD your God is with you,
He is mighty to save.
He will take great delight in you,
He will quiet you with His love,
He will rejoice over you with singing.
Zephaniah 3:11

 

Have a wonderful busy, but Quiet day … listening intently to hear the beautiful voice of God singing …over you!

Until next time,
Debbie

 

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**  Blog photo of sea gull taken at Belmar Beach, New Jersey on September 3, 2011.

 

 

A Mother’s Day Prayer

8 May

I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the truth.
3 John 1:4

Happy Mother’s Day!

Moms sacrifice body, emotions, and mental stability in order to nurture and love another human being.  There are as many different scenarios as there are moms.  Every unique experience  could be written and sold as a best seller to those in their own world.  The following is a borrowed story, penned by a dear friend a few years ago on Mother’s Day.  His short narrative tugs at my own heart strings as I celebrate this special day in honor of my Mom and my own motherhood …

“Swept Away

There is a two hundred year old stream side mill in Allentown, New Jersey, known as the Black Forest Restaurant.  Featuring German cuisine, it is a favorite eatery for my wife.  So that is where we headed to celebrate Mother’s Day 2008.  Patsy has been and continues to be a great mom, and it is always a wonderful privilege to honor her.

Surrounding the restaurant are a variety of small shops filled with antique and artsy stuff.  They are a magnet for my wife.  Beyond the shops is a winding path that parallels a noble brook.  It is a magnet for me.  So we bid farewell to one another and became temporarily lost in our respective magnetic fields.

As I followed the wood-chipped walkway through springtime’s blossoming flora, I inhaled deeply the sweet elixir of wild rose and honeysuckle.  Blackbirds, robins and sparrows sang joyfully from behind leafy curtains.  I stopped to listen to the chorus of a favorite hymn, and that is when I heard the cry.

Baby Duck

Rapid-fire peep-chirps of distress were coming from somewhere upstream.  Listening to determine the precise location, I soon became aware that the source of the siren was approaching.   And just then, riding on the current, coming around the bend, floating down stream was recently hatched duckling.  Most likely this little peep had wandered too far from his brothers, sisters and mom and had been taken captive by the rushing madness of a storm swollen stream.

For the next twenty minutes I tried desperately to rescue the little fellow while the current whisked him farther from home.  Unfortunately the creek’s bank became too muddy and steep, and stream-side’s briars became impenetrable.  There was nothing left to do but stand and listen as the peep-chirps faded.

Following the path back to civilization I could not help but contemplate about Mother’s Day, families, and the currents of this world that too often sweep our own children into danger.

“Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength.  These commandments that I give you today are to be upon your hearts.  Impress them on your children!”
Deuteronomy 6:5-7

Therein is our hope! 

Your servant in Christ – Pastor Bieber”  **

Mother’s Day is a special day of celebration!  Celebration of our moms for their love, their prayers, their care, and their gift of life to us.  It is also a day of celebration for the privilege and the awesome responsibility for the priceless and eternal gifts God gives to us as mothers.  This tender little story will always tug on my Mommy heart as I daily spend time on my knees for my children and their loves, just as I’m sure my own mother stays on her knees for me and my brothers and our families.  The undercurrents of life are strong, but there IS hope when we love the Lord our God with all our heart and with all our soul and with all our strength.  Join me today as we celebrate our moms, and as we continue to pray for our families.

Until next week,
Debbie

** Del Bieber is Pastor at Tom’s River, New Jersey Churchof the Nazarene
You may subscribe to his written stories by contacting Pastor Del at trnazarene@juno.com
You may also subscribe to his podcast (you listen to him read his stories) at http://jerseypilgrim.blogspot.com
Thank you, Pastor Del!