Friday, April 10, 2015

A bit of history : THIS TIME WAS DIFFERENT

I believe 8 was the age when I "heard" the Name for the very first time.

Grampa used to chuckle about all the grandchildren not paying a bit of attention to anything- except when we heard a certain commercial on the television.

We could all be visiting together and totally engulfed in whatever we were playing or completely in another room of the enormous farmhouse they had- but if one of our favorite commercials began to play, we'd drop EVERYTHING and RUN to the set to watch.


That's just how it was, but this time was different.


There was no one else around and it happened. I heard the voice for the very first time and I HAD to go.

Looking, I stood motionless and listened...


                                                                   
One day at a t-i-m-e, sweet Jesus,...


("butterflies" started)...



that's all I'm asking of y-o-u...


(tears began to fall)...

just give me the strength... 

(maybe He was my hope!)...

to do everyday...

(how could HE, I wonder, help ME?)...

what I have to do...











testimony by: Hallie Agar

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