God is in control......be patient!

[Judy Harder]

God is in controls...be patient!


A man from Norfolk , VA called a local radio station to share this on Sept 11th, 2003, TWO YEARS AFTER THE TRAGEDIES OF 9/11/2001.

His name was Robert Matthews. These are his words:

A few weeks before Sept. 11th, my wife and I found out we were going to have our first child. She planned a trip out to California  to visit her sister.  On our way to the airport, we prayed that God would grant my wife a safe trip and be with her. Shortly after I said 'amen,' we both heard a loud pop and the car shook violently. We had blown out a tire. I replaced the tire as quickly as I could, but we still missed her flight. Both very upset, we drove home.

I received a call from my father who was retired NYFD. He asked what my wife's flight number was, but I explained that we missed the flight.

My father informed me that her flight was the one that crashed into the southern tower. I was too shocked to speak. My father also had more news for me; he was going to help. 'This is not something I can't just sit by for; I have to do something.'

I was concerned for his safety, of course, but more because he had never given his life to Christ. After a brief debate, I knew his mind was made up.  Before he got off of the phone, he said, 'take good care of my grandchild.  Those were the last words I ever heard my father say; he died while helping in the rescue effort.

My joy that my prayer of safety for my wife had been answered quickly became anger. I was angry at God, at my father, and at myself. I had gone for nearly two years blaming God for taking my father away. My son would never know his grandfather, my father had never accepted Christ, and I never got to say good-bye.

Then something happened. About two months ago, I was sitting at home with my wife and my son, when there was a knock on the door. I looked at my wife, but I could tell she wasn't expecting anyone. I opened the door to a couple with a small child.

The man looked at me and asked if my father's name was Jake Matthews. I told him it was. He quickly grabbed my hand and said, 'I never got the chance to meet your father, but it is an honor to meet his son.'

He explained to me that his wife had worked in the World   Trade Center  and had been caught inside after the attack. She was pregnant and had been caught under debris. He then explained that my father had been the one to find his wife and free her.  My eyes welled up with tears as I thought of my father giving his life for people like this. He then said, 'there is something else you need to know.'

His wife then told me that as my father worked to free her, she talked to him and led him to Christ. I began sobbing at the news.

Now I know that when I get to Heaven, my father will be standing beside Jesus to welcome me, and that this family would be able to thank him themselves.

When their baby boy was born, they named him Jacob Matthew, in honor of the man who gave his life so that a mother and baby could live.

This story should help us to realize this: God is always in control.

We may not see the reason behind things, and we may never know this side of heaven, but God is ALWAYS in control.

Please take time to share this amazing story.  You may never know the impact it may have on someone.  God doesn't call the qualified, He qualifies the called.

Give thanks to the Lord for He is good.  His love endures Forever.  Psalm 136:1

It's been reported that 86% of Americans believe in God.
'In God We Trust!'

"May the Peace of the Lord be with you"

JESUS SAYS:
"COME, FOLLOW ME, DISCIPLES AND FRIENDS, LET GO YOUR SELFISH WAYS, TAKE UP YOUR CROSS, COME FOLLOW ME, AND LOVE EACH OTHER, AS I HAVE LOVED YOU."

[Bullwinkle]

    Great story.

[Judy Harder]

 8:26am Aug 20 
Do you remember picking Blackberries? Those Kansas wild Blackberries sure were good. ..... "When you go in search of honey you must expect to be stung by bees."..... Kenneth Kaunda ....... Blackberry cobbler has been at the top of my "favorite" list for as long as I can remember. Early on I learned that gathering the ripe berries in hot mid-summer would reap a tasty reward come dinner time; but there was a hitch in the whole delicious picture. There was this little problem with bees... and chiggers..... more bees than you'd ever see anywhere else outside a hive swarmed every branch it seemed. There with my pail in hand, I'd gingerly approach each berry with one eye spying my flying adversaries. Try as I might, I rarely escaped the patch without a sting; but, by dinner time when the aroma of cobbler wafted through the air, the treachery of the blackberry patch was diminished, in fact forgotten, as the piping hot berry confection was placed before the family. The life lesson here is this: we each must pay a price to realize our dreams. Rarely are things just handed to us nor should they be. Others may have their eyes on the prize of your dreams and be willing to fight you to the finish to get it. So take your "big boy" or "big girl" pill and face the music. The sting may last a moment and the places the chiggers got you may itch for a few days but the sweet taste of victory will deliver healing in a heartbeat.
(This was taken from Sylvia Clubine of Independence on facebook. I just had to share.)