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Jehovah Jirah

God is so Good!!!!!!!!!
God is my Provider
God knew I wanted to give Him the Glory for everything that happens in my life because He does and is and will.

I told the story of my bank account getting wiped out!!

Glory be to my Provider.

I can now take Julie out to a decent birthday dinner.
The Lord made sure I had my money reimbursed before my trip.
I got home from the last night of Camp Meeting after listening to Pastor Tommy Bates and receiving the confirmation that the Lord is my provider and found my money back in the bank that had been stolen from me.
Hallllllllllllllllllelujah!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you, Jesus

*dancing*

The enemy

Our church is having a week long camp meeting with awesome speakers every night.
I am needing whatever the Lord is putting on these peoples' hearts for us to hear. I am convinced of that.
The enemy has been beating me down lately with so much opposition to what I feel I am supposed to do in my life regarding work and family.
Right now I am battling with finances for my trip to spend some time with my daughter, Julie and her family. It has been on my heart for so long to spend some special time with her. With her birthday at the end of the month and my boss wanting me to take my vacation in that certain time frame, I thought it would be great to take her out to dinner for her birthday. So I got tickets at a reasonable roundtrip price, set it up with her and thought, ok, here we go. Great!!!!!

Well, if things keep going the way they are right now, I will be lucky to be able to have $5 to take her to mickey d's

After I got home Monday nght from work, I checked my on-line bank site to
see if my tithe check had been cleared yet so I could start planning what
I needed to pay and what I could save for my trip.
I saw where someone had withdrawn $5, 3 times that day. I thought, I don't know who that is so let me get an email out to the bank so they would see it first thing in the morning and put a stop to any more withdrawls.
( I got home after the bank had closed)
When I got home that next day and checked to see if I had a reply from the bank,
and checked my account, it had been wiped clean except for $17.
ALL of my money was gone. This happened before the bank opened and before the bank got my request. In researching the event, they did these first 3 small withdrawls to see if they could get away with it and then the next am around 4 in the morning they did multiple small withdrawls of $50 to $70 in a matter of seconds, not minutes, until it was gone.

Along with further research, the perps responsible for this scam, apparently have been doing this to people who have bought airline tickets on-line for the past 3 years and no one can get to them. They have a history of starting out with 3 small withdrawls and if no flags go out to the banking institution, your money is gone with in 24 hrs of the first 3 $5 taken.

I, of course, have taken the appropriate steps to insure they cannot get to my money
again and have taken the steps to try and get my money back. I do get paid again before I go BUT I won't see that other money stolen for a few weeks and
in the mean time I have rent to pay, other bills that have to be paid and that will really hurt the plans I made for a beautiful birthday day and dinner for Julie. I have never spent a holiday or a birthday with her in her adult life and she is turning 38 years old on the 29th of June.

I am so tore up right now because I wanted to show her how great God is while I spent time with her.
I do not want to give glory to the enemy for tearing up my plans and turning my world upside down.
I need prayer for strength, peace, protection from any more attacks from the enemy.
I am closing with this advice.

Check your bank balances on a regular basis.If at any time someone takes 3 small amounts by the name of microsoft adcenter bill.ms.net wa , hurry hurry hurry
cancel your credit card.

L O L

Black and White
(Under age 40? You won't understand.)


You could hardly see for all the snow,

Spread the rabbit ears as far as they go.

Pull a chair up to the TV set,





'Good Night, David.




Good Night, Chet.'



My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem to get food poisoning.

My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter and I used to eat it raw sometimes, too. Our school sandwiches w ere wrapped in wax paper in a brown paper bag, not in ice pack coolers, but I can't remember getting e.coli.

Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures then.

The term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a pager was the school PA system.

We all took gym, not PE...and risked permanent injury with a pair of high top Ked's (only worn in gym) instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors. I can't recall any injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now.

Flunking gym was not an option... even for stupid kids! I guess PE must be much harder than gym.

Speaking of school, we all said prayers and sang the national anthem, and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention.

We must have had horribly damaged psyches. What an archaic health system we had then. Remember school nurses?
Ours wore a hat and everything.

I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself.

I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, Play Station, Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital TV cable stations.







Oh yeah... and where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed!

We played 'king of the hill' on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites, and when we got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48-cent bottle of mercurochrome (kids liked it better because it didn't sting like iodine did) and then we got our butt spanked.





Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of antibiotics, and then Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.





We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either, because if we did we got our butt spanked there and then we got our butt spanked again when we got home.







I recall Donny Reynolds from next door coming over and doing his tricks on the front stoop, just before he fell off.

Little did his Mom know that she could have owned our house.

Instead, she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof. It was a neighborhood run amuck.











To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family.

How could we possibly have known that?

We needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes.

We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac!

How did we ever survive?