My log lodge dream has been set aside once again but not its purpose. My focus is helping to make the Into The Light home become a reality and a home these women can be proud to call home for the year they will live in it.

Pastor has been very busy. There is much to be done but with his busy pastoral duties he has still made time to tear out base boards, remove old light fixtures and ceiling fans. He’s painted the ceiling and puttied all the holes in the walls in preparation for when we paint, removed the broken stove, and that’s along with meetings with others “in the know” and gleaning more and more information and insight into the various programs and aspects of taking on a mission such as ours. There is some things we cannot do due to not owning the house but we do what we can for now.

Overnight the Lord has kept me awake with going over what I need to say tomorrow for our fund raising service. He does that a lot and at times I want to scream, ” Lord stop! I need sleep.”

Sunday morning Pastor gives his sermon and of course telling the congregation that every penny offered this morning will go into the Into The Light home. Having asked before service if I could say a few words when he finishes, he calls me up front. Everyone knows I’m very much involved in this ministry.

Pastor hands me a microphone. “You all have heard my testimony.” Heads nod and “Yes” is heard from several people. “The women that we are going to have living in the Into the Light home, if they gave their testimony it would make mine sound like a walk in the park. By donating you can help these women have a safe place to live, to heal, and to get on their feet, and you can give them that!…

I have one living with me! Gerri would you come up here?” (She had no idea I was going to speak or what I was going to do)

(again I’m giving a short version)

Gerri stands beside me, “When I first met this woman she was lost, had no hope, was scared, and confused. She looked like a bag lady! The Lord has given her a safe place to live and to heal, and to grow in Him.” Looking at her as she’s standing smiling and nodding her head yes! I continue, “Look at her! She’s smiling, she’s beautiful, and has hope!..”

Gerri returns to her seat. (Thankful she didn’t have to speak.)

“That’s what you can do for these women! You give hope! So when you slide that credit card, write that check, or put money in that box over there, you darn well better not be cheap!”

Pastor bursts out laughing while pumping his arm, he walks to the podium and as I walk back to my seat he says, “She needs to do the offering!”

I can’t wait to find out how much we raised. Naturally its a couple days before that can be counted. I hope my testimony and my “don’t be cheap” speech have helped but I take no credit for what donations came in. That glory all goes to the Lord be it a small amount or a large amount.

Are you ready? …………….Drum roll please…………………….

$88,000.00 !!!!!!!!!!!!

All praise, honor and glory goes to God Almighty and His Son Jesus Christ. Now tell me this isn’t a God thing!

Does this meet our $300,000 goal? Can we buy the house now free and clear?

See ya’ next time for more good news, or will it be?

Blessings to you.

Into The Light Ministry

http://www.intothelightga.com

Depositing some of the items we purchased into the house we’re excited about the work that is being accomplished. The trash along the side of the house is gone, the carport is pretty well cleared and work inside is being done.

Sunday morning pastor is preaching about forgiveness and near the end of his sermon he holds up an index card. “If there is someone you need to forgive write them down on this index card, pray about it and don’t let unforgiveness hinder your walk with Jesus.”

Each seat has an index card. Looking at the small card I shake my head. I needed more than that little card.

The next Sunday rolls around and Pastor gives part of his sermon and then calls me forward. Taking a deep breath I walk to the podium. I’ve given testimonies several times in several different churches around the country but for some reason I feel this is probably the most important one I’ve ever given. I’m not sure why.

Holding up a large pair of pliers I stand looking at it. Silence has filled the room. “I think most of you know what this is, or at least I hope the men do.” Laughter ripples and one lady yells out, “A walnut cracker.” When the laughter dies down I continue, “This is an inanimate object. It has no feelings, no emotions, it has one purpose, and is used when needed and then set aside until its needed again.”

(I’m giving just a few highlights of my testimony or you’ll be reading for 25-30 minutes.)

“My dad began with the touchy-freely stuff when I was six months old and around 5-6 years old it became full blown rape. For 18 years I was totally under his control. There was mind control, manipulation, lies and secrecy, physical, sexual, psychological, mental, you name it, abuse, and not just by him…”

Holding up the legal pad, “Pastor gave us an index card last week when he was talking about forgiveness. Believe me I needed something much bigger – a legal pad!” My testimony continued for several more minutes. Holding up the legal pad again, “And did I forget to mention that at age 14 I was gang raped? More names to be written down…”

Telling the congregation how the Lord had me drive to my Dad’s home and confront him about the many years of abuse, “I asked my Dad why? Why did you do all those things?” Taking hold of the pliers I look at the congregation and state, “He said I was his tool.” Holding up the pliers again and looking at them, “He said I was his tool. An inanimate object with no feelings, no emotions, only one purpose and tossed aside when finished, only to be retrieved when needed.”

I see tears streaming down some faces, heads are lowered, women shaking their heads with looks of horror. The impact of my words have definitely resonated. Waiting for the impact to sink in for a moment, I tell them how I faced my Dad and told him I forgive him to his face. “I forgive you for all that you did, for all that you didn’t do, and for not being the father you should have been. You are not off the hook though! You still have to stand before God and account for what you did, but I forgive you…”

“I’ll close with this. Before I confronted my Dad I prayed fervently that he would burn in hell. After I forgave him I prayed fervently that he’d be saved. Twenty four hours before my dad died (87 yrs old) he asked Christ into his heart. My mother, in her 80’s, asked Christ to be her Savior on a motor home trip I took her on, and my 2 sisters and brother have been saved.”

Ending my testimony with Psalm 129:2, “They have greatly oppressed me from my youth, but they have not gained victory over me! I am living proof that that scripture is true! Thank you and God bless you.”

Pastor helps me down the few stairs because my legs are shaking and finishes the rest of his sermon.

Next week we have Into The Light Home fund raiser service.

Will we make our goal of $300,000? Did my testimony have any kind of impact on what will be given?

Stay tuned, you might be surprised.

Blessings to you and see ya’ next time.

After spending the most of a day wading through the mud, heaving large pieces of wall paneling, item after item, boxes of God only knows what into the big dumpster, as well as separating all the bags of stuff, we started a list of kitchen items and other things we need to get.

Once we arrive home Gerri gets to take a shower before I hit the whirly. (Jet tub) I intend to soak until I’m as red as a beet and as limp as a wet rag. Feeling much better after getting cleaned up and a bite to eat we finalize the list, adding a couple of items we may need. Looking at Gerri with a big grin, “We’re going shopping!”

The next morning we have our list and have four stores we plan to hit. Walking into the first one we’re like hungry dogs in a meat factory. We bee-line it to the kitchen section with a large buggy. Gerri starts grabbing small items; measuring cups, measuring spoons, mixing bowls, and I’m grabbing other items.

The bottom of the cart is beginning to fill as we stroll down each aisle stopping to discuss which of the 2-3 items are better. We don’t want cheap, but not the most expensive either. Getting all we can at that store we load our goods into the back of my car and head to the next store. The list has not gotten much shorter so we still have plenty of goodies to hunt down.

Blankets, a hand held mixer, some coffee cups with inspiring messages on them, glass sets. We’re getting sets of 12 because we will eventually have 6 women living in the home. We’ll start with three women for now, but we need to have enough for six women and maybe their visitors eventually.

Once we’ve gotten what we can at that store off we go to the next. The cargo bin and back seat are filled to the roof. “There’s no way we can get anymore in, so lets go home, unload, and then we’ll hit Walmart,” I tell Gerri. Arriving home we unload everything into my office. Get a drink of water, hit the bathroom, and head for Walmart to see if we can get the items we couldn’t find at the other stores.

Oh boy, did we! A large set of nice pots and pans, a toaster, a nice set of silverware for twelve, a canister set, laundry baskets, small trash cans, several smaller items we couldn’t find. The car is once again loaded to the hilt.

Here’s a valuable little nugget, ladies. If you go shopping for items to stock an entire kitchen with, and on a budget, don’t take someone who really likes to cook and bake! She’ll want to buy everything in the kitchen section of the store! Sorry, I’m laughing. Love ya’ Gerri.

Once unloaded Gerri makes a sign-up sheet we will place at church for the items that we didn’t get that people can purchase and donate. Like a Microwave and sheet sets. If we don’t do a sign-up sheet, we have decided, we will have several of the same items donated. We’ll present that to the congregation a little bit later.

We have no idea what kind of hell hole these women have had to endure or for how long. We feel that as they transition into their new lives we want to give them the best that we can afford. All the monetary donations, every penny, goes into this Into The Light Home. And its tax deductible! (hint, hint)

It has been a really fun and exhausting day and we both are really pleased with our purchases. Looking at the piles of boxed goods and many bags filled and running over with items, I have to smile. “Thank you Lord, I think we did good.”

Will the sense of joy and satisfaction last, or will it disappear over night?

Come back next time and I’ll tell you.

Blessings to you, see ya’ next time.

Into The Light Ministry

http://www.intothelightga.com

As usual while Gerri and I are doing our thing Pastor is talking to other pastors, people who have women’s shelters, and making as many contacts as he can. He’s gone to some of the local businesses in the area and has been told, “Sure, we’ll hire them.” That’s another service we will provide to the women; help them find a job. Oh no, not flipping hamburgers, but something they will like and be successful in.

We’ve cleaned out the cabinets and drawers, cleaned out the stinky food and two dead cockroaches from the refrigerator, (anyone ever find roaches in your frig?) and bagged up the donations and trash. We fill the back of my SUV with the bags and lose items for donating and on the way home I swing by a donation center and leave with an empty car and a smile on my face.

Returning the next day I’ve started lining all the drawers and cabinets and place my friends clean dishes in the cabinets. We have some baking tins and a few cups and glasses that we have decided we can use. They are set aside to wash and store.

We have learned that besides there not being any heat there is no hot water either. Ya’ can’t wash this stuff in cold water and we ain’t putting our hands in a sink full of cold water when we’re already fighting hypothermia! First things first must be done before we can have the gas turned on, and the hot water heater and furnace is gas.

Returning the next day, because there is no heat and we’re cold we debate whether to stay and do more if we can. We decide to stay a little longer and start a list of kitchen appliances and kitchen items we will need; the coffee pot is okay, we need a new microwave, there are no decent pots and pans, some more cups and glasses, a knife set, and the list goes on. We’ll finish the list at home where its warm. Walking out to the car we stop and look at the junk piled up along the side of the house. “Did Pastor say he has a big dumpster coming Monday?” I ask, with a sour expression as I pick up a filthy rag with the tips of my fingers and toss it on the pile.

“Yes.” “Good! We’ll come Tuesday and get this crap cleaned up as much as we can.”

Pastor calls and says the dumpster has been delivered and he’ll try to get a few of the teen boys to come over and get the mess cleaned up. I almost laugh out loud. Teens? Work? Yeah right! But no worry, for the next three days Gerri and I are like kids standing looking out the windows and whining, “Will it ever stop raining?” We’re bored, we’re anxious to get back to the house and get more done and finally it stops.

“Get your boots and work gloves woman, we’re heading to the house!” I holler downstairs. Throwing our rain boots and work gloves in the back of the car, we head out. The rain has started again but more of a drizzle. All the way over to the house we’re pleading, “Lord stop the rain, we have work to do!”

Oh Jesus is so good and He’s always faithful to hear our prayers. Pulling into the driveway and to the back of the huge dumpster the rain has stopped and we don our rain boots, gloves, and I make sure my crocheted hat covers my ears. Its cold and cloudy and wind in my ears? I’ll be sick in nothing flat! We grunt and heave as we struggle to get the big door open on the end of the dumpster. Taking a deep determined breath we step into the muddy yard and begin our work.

Some of the items takes the two of us to lift and carry to the dumpster. We drag a large sheet of heavy wall paneling to the gaping hole of the dumpster. Standing at one end of it looking at the big sheet of wall paneling, I think, If I was just 2 years younger I could pretend that’s a Javelin and heave that sucker right over the top. Taking a deep breath and flexing my 77 year old muscles, I lift one end and shove it into the dumpster as far as I can.

Cardboard boxes filled with stuff we don’t want to stick our hands in are soaked from the weather and fall apart as soon as we lift a corner, leaving the mess in the mud for us to pick up.

Each trip to the dumpster I have to shove my hat back out of my eyes. I laugh when Gerri stands watching, “I should not have washed my hair, my hat won’t stay in place.” Laughing we get back to work. Gradually the dumpster is filling up and the pile of garbage and left behind stuff is getting smaller. After about three hours we have to stop. The wood and panel pieces leaning against the building, the old dish washer and washing machine are just way too big and too heavy for us to handle. The men will have to deal with those.

Thankfully the slipping and sliding in the mud has ended and we start in the carport. A toy that a small child can ride is set aside for donation, bags with sweatshirts, jackets, and kids clothes are gone through and sorted for donation or tossed in the trash bag. A breast pump is gingerly inspected and tossed, the wood stretched across a couple of saw horses is left, and as Gerri sorts through more stuff she suddenly yells, “I found a key!” How the wife ever thought we would find a key hidden behind this stuff is beyond me.

We’ve had extra keys made from the one we found in the dish so there’s no question now about having to break in. We’ve also learned all reports, contacts, rules and regulations, and the pass word for the website have disappeared into the night along with the couple.

We’re determined to persevere and refuse to be detoured. Progress is being made. But will we find any more surprises as we continue to fulfill God’s plans?

Stay tuned, there’s more adventure to come.

See ya’ next time.

Into the Light Ministry

http://www.intothelightga.com

Into The Light Ministry

http://www.intothelightga.com

That last Sunday when we told Pastor we’d be back Monday did have a bright side. During Pastor’s announcements he gleefully announced, “We have raised $150,000 for Into The Light Home. We’re half way there!” Clapping, hoots and hollers fill the sanctuary. “In three weeks we will have Into The Light Sunday and every offering goes to Into the Light Ministry.” Then he follows with a prayer starting our service.

The Lord whispers in my ear, “I want you to give your testimony next Sunday.” After the service I tell Pastor and he readily agrees.

Monday morning Gerri and I head to the house with several large black trash bags and my step ladder. We find the carport door left unlocked just as Pastor promised. Stepping into the house we stop, take a deep breath, shiver from the cold, and head into the kitchen.

We begin pulling dishes, cups, glasses, and bowls out. Gerri is on the step ladder and reaches to the far back corner of the cabinet for a bowl we didn’t see. She pulls out a small square bowl, “I found the keys!” she exclaims. Inside the bowl is a ring with 4 keys attached. We immediately start trying them on the doors to see if any fit. One does and we have no idea what the other three are for. She immediately texts Pastor telling him we found the keys.

“How were we supposed to find those clear in the back of a cabinet when the door was locked so no one could get in?” I ask. Gerri shrugs and continues to separate what we will trash and what can be donated. Gerri sets the “good stuff” we plan to donate onto the table. “We’ll box it up later.” she states.

Once cabinets and drawers are emptied and separated she turns to the refrigerator. “I can’t hold my nose and clear this crap out at the same time,” she states, and begins throwing old milk, bowls of yucky food, slices of what might have once been lunch meat, an opened carton of juice, and gradually she has everything in the garbage bag. Opening the freezer she doesn’t even bother to try to figure out what the frozen packages are and just shoves them in with the rest to go to the dump.

When finished with the frig she heads into the laundry room where we had found huge bags of who knows what. She finds boxes underneath the bags and is soon pulling stuff out of bags; old blankets, filthy pillows, and discolored sheets along with various clothes. She holds up a clear bag that has 2 brand new pillows inside. “Hey, we can use these, they’re brand new!” She exclaims while setting them aside.

When the wife had announced at church early on that certain items would be needed a very dear friend of mine gave me an almost new set of twelve dishes, saucers, and soup bowls. I had boxed them up and delivered them on that first visit to the house.

Once Gerri gets to the bottom of the bags we pull out a box. To my surprise and joy, its the dishes my friend donated! I had worried myself almost sick about them taking them with them or trashing them. More items are found in boxes and most goes into the trash bags for the dump.

While we’re buried in bags Pastor pulls in so we take a break. We’re walking through the house discussing what all needs to be done. My heart hurts just seeing all the work ahead but Pastor doesn’t seem to be fazed by it all. He’s upbeat, positive, and ready to get to work. “Now we can get it done!” He loads up the bags of trash in the back of his pickup and leaves, leaving us to finish up what we’ve started.

We have bags marked, “Donation” and a couple of bags marked “Keep.” The new pillows, a few twin size blankets that are in good shape, and one set of new sheets still in the clear plastic we’re saving. Dishes that will be donated are set aside. A few glasses and cups that are nice are set at one end of the table to be washed.

Finally getting through the bags and boxes we stand and look at what we’ve accomplished. “If you’ll clean the cabinet shelves I’ll come back tomorrow and put shelving paper in them.” I tell her. She agrees and while I sort through a few more things she cleans the cabinet shelves.

We feel positive about the work we have accomplished in the time we’ve been here today. At least its a start and we’re happy to have gotten a good bit done. On the drive home we’re discussing what all we found, what needs to be done yet, and who gets to hit the shower first.

Things are looking up, but will they stay that way?

Stay tuned to find out. Blessings to you.

Into The Light Ministry

http://www.intothelightga.com

For many years my late husband was a Deputy Marshal and much of those years was not only serving criminal warrants and dodging bullets, but serving eviction notices to the people who took advantage of free first month rent offers and those who lacked the responsibility to meet their rental obligations. Invariably the night before the eviction crew would show up the tenants would throw what they could in their car and disappear under the cover of darkness, leaving a disaster behind for others to deal with.

The day Gerri and I went by the house to see if our “tenants” had moved was a Saturday. Sunday morning we talk to Pastor and learn he has also gone by the house. “They didn’t leave a key, so I broke in.” He states. I don’t ask any questions about how that was accomplished. “I left the door unlocked,” he adds and we tell him we’re going back tomorrow morning for a walk through.

Monday morning we take a clip board and legal pad ready to write down what we find that’s needed to be fixed. Opening the door and stepping inside we both stop in our tracks with gasps. The kitchen counters are buried under stuff, the living room still has several pieces of old furniture pieces that we initially was told was the couples when they moved in.

Gerri begins opening cabinets to discover dishes, spices, baking pans, and the drawers are filled with old silverware and items commonly found in a kitchen. Opening the door to the dishwasher, she gasps. The dishwasher is full of dirty dishes, glasses, infant sippy cups, plates, and silverware. She slams the door quickly.

“I can’t believe this!” We both exclaim as we open more drawers, cabinets and finally the refrigerator. The refrigerator is filled with rotten food and the door slammed shut quickly before we gag.

Gerri moves to the laundry room and opening the dryer she yells, “Oh my gosh! There’s still clothes in the dryer!” Reaching in she starts pulling out some of the clothes and finds baby clothes, men’s and women’s wear. Large black bags filled to the brim are stacked next to the dryer. We’re both stunned and questions begin to fly about the baby clothes, sippy cups, and car seats on the trash pile.

We have not gotten any further than the kitchen and laundry room and my mind is reverting back to the stories my husband had shared about the evictions. The power is on but not the gas, so we’re freezing as we head toward the bedrooms. We find so much more and begin taking notes on what needs repaired; windows with gaping openings where cold air freely flows in, one wall looks like someone used a scatter gun with large shot for target practice, light fixtures hanging by wires, shower door torn loose from the brackets, old furniture that needs a dumpster, doors busted as though kicked, paneling partially finished, and the list continues.

Finally walking back to the living room and looking around at the mess I turn to Gerri and state quite emphatically and angrily, “We’ve been scammed! This is exactly what my hubby described with evictions. They threw what they could in their pick-up and hauled ass in the dark!” Gerri texts Pastor and tells him we’ll be back tomorrow to start going through and clearing out.

Shaking our heads in disbelief and saddened by the state of things we’ve seen, I share with Gerri how for about ten years I had several rental properties. “I shouldn’t be surprised by this.” I state. “I had one house that was turned into a drug and prostitution home and my husband arrived just in time to stop the G.B.I. from ripping off the screened in porch because they couldn’t get in through the burglar bars.”

“I had a Condominium that cost me $5000 plus for repairs; Chandeliers ripped from the ceiling, feces smeared on the walls, rugs filled with human urine, and another house burned half way down because the tenants put hot coals from the wood burning stove into a cardboard box and set it in the laundry room and left for work. The stories I can tell, so this should not surprise me, yet it does!” Tears want to sneak down my cheeks but I check them and begin silently praying, thanking the Lord there isn’t more damage.

What’s in all those big closed bags? Or do we even want to know?

Stay tuned and blessings to you.

Into The Light Ministry

http://www.intothelightga.com

Having grown up in an abusive home with not only sexual abuse but physical, emotional, and psychological abuse, and then years of counseling to heal the emotional, physical, and spiritual damage that was done is overwhelming. Abuse steals not only the body, but the mind, soul, and spirit of the individual. I can barely comprehend what the victims of sex traffic have survived.

I don’t intend to go into the absolute horror and trauma these babies, young children, teens, and women have to endure, if that’s even possible, because even though I know some of it, there’s so much absolute unadulterated evil behind this that I can’t talk about it here. But you can research it on your own, if your stomach can take it.

I can tell you that these victims, and they are victims, are deceived and emotionally, physically, psychologically, and spiritually damaged. Babies that are stolen from their cribs, strollers, and grocery carts have no say and they are the most horrific victim. The young girl, or boy, that believe the pervert on the internet that is posing as a “friend”, have no clue what they are getting into when they sneak off to meet the pervert in a motel room.

And sadly there are grown women that in order to please “their man” will be used to recruit young ladies into a lifestyle they never dreamed of. And not just grown women, but young men; guys that are forced to recruit, middle aged men, people who care less about others and only see the end result in their own pockets and wallets or are being forced through drugs or brute force to comply.

Like all pedophiles, grooming takes place; gifts are given and promises made and then the reality strikes. Drugs are offered, encouraged, and even forced. Its imperative to make the victim subject to their now “master.”

Many are forced into prostitution and if they refuse they are beaten into compliance and used as an example to the others. If they get pregnant then killing the unborn child is forced upon them. Many become drug addicted and that is used as a means of control. Innocent lives are destroyed in a matter of minutes when the sex traffic demons take hold. Mind, body, and soul are now under the devil’s control.

And in my opinion, these are demons of the worst kind! They are demons posing as humans! The atrocities being done is nothing more than pure evil to its very core.

This is what INTO THE LIGHT MINISTRY is about. This is why we are working so hard to get the Into The Light Home renovated and ready for our women. We are helping women, no longer victims, but SURVIVORS, (18 yrs. and above) to transition back into society with pride and hope. They have been rescued out of the horrors of drug abuse, sex abuse, and prostitution and have gone through a year long program with drug rehab, counseling, etc.

They then come to us and live for a year in our Into The Light Home and find love, acceptance, safety, counseling, jobs, and how to make their own way in society with Christ’s help.

Having gone through the many years of abuse myself, my heart goes out to these women. They deserve so much more than what life has handed them! God has a purpose for each person, a destiny to be fulfilled. Into the Light Ministry wants to help them fulfill their God given destiny.

Will you help us to be the hands and feet of Christ in helping these survivors? Into the Light is a Christian non-profit 501c3 ministry sponsored through Abundant Life Church in Cumming, Ga.

If you are a business, large or small, and want to partner with us we will place your business on our website giving you free advertising and your donations are tax deductible.

For individuals, your prayers and financial support, be it large or small, is appreciated greatly. You too can become a partner and be proud to be a part of what God is doing.

To learn more or make a donation go to:

http://www.intothelightga.com

Stay tuned and I’ll get back to the work next time.

Thank you for your prayers and support.

Blessings to you

Into The Light Ministry

http://www.intothelightga.com

There are many who do not believe the devil exists, much less is alive and well and his sole purpose is to cause havoc through lies and deceit. If someone turns to the Lord he will do all he can to reverse that desire to follow Christ. If a new ministry is being started you can bet he will show up at some point to try to put a stop to what the Lord is having someone do.

That’s what has happened. The devil has influenced the couple living in our ministry house. Jesus stated in the Bible that, “What satan means for evil, God will turn for good.” And boy howdy did He ever!

When the wife told me I would not be able to make a second visit I knew something was wrong. Her excuse just didn’t fly within my spirit but I let it go. Pastor had made a couple of visits and wasn’t pleased and the next time he went to check on things he was refused entrance into the home. During their encounter outside the home the wife finally tells pastor, “I’ll turn in my resignation in the morning.” Her resignation was accepted immediately and a date set for their departure.

I think all of us were in a bit of shock. There was no forewarning of their intent and yet due to the recent attitudes and lack of work I guess we should have expected it. When Pastor told me about it I knew the dream wasn’t dead but now what? We have to start from scratch once again! The house is torn to shreds, we have no one in mind that can do the net working, the boots on the ground for visiting churches, taking legal documents to the courthouse, visiting businesses to recruit supporters, campaigning to raise funds, and whatever else she was doing or was supposed to do. Plus finding someone to do the repairs.

“The devil has tried to knock us down. But he won’t succeed. This is just a bump in the road. We’ll get this done!” Pastor said when he told me what had transpired. You go Pastor! But this was another blow to my old heart. I know the Lord will come through, it is His ministry and He’s using us to do it! Buck up Cass and move on! Once again we regroup and will continue the endeavor knowing it might take a little longer.

The day the couple was to be moved out Gerri and I drive over to the house to make sure they are gone. Ohhh are they ever! The piles of trash in the front of the house, thankfully, is gone. We have no idea who hauled all that off but thankful that we don’t have to. The piles along the side of the house are not gone, it’s higher and larger. I can’t believe there is several baby items thrown on top. There are items that could have been donated to some charity, and more boxes filled with whatever and stuff that makes no sense. We shake our heads and head into the carport only to find more baby items, sacks of clothes, and children’s toys.

We aren’t able to find a key so we’re not able to enter to see what damage is left. Peeking through a broken blind I turn to Gerri and say, “I think we need has-mack suits!” A bit discouraged and many questions rattling around inside our heads, we drive home knowing our work is really just beginning.

Will we be able to get into the house without breaking a window or smashing a door in? What on earth will we find when we’re able to enter, and will we really need those suits?

Stay tuned for next time. I’m sure there’s more surprises coming.

Blessings to you.

Into The Light Ministry

http://www.intothelightga.com