Are You Watching & Listening? (Pt. #3)

Post #3 of 3                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 God chose the Jewish people to be the ones who would introduce His presence and His Laws to all the world; He also knew that their stubbornness, arrogance, and stiff-necked pride thinking they are more righteous and holier than all others of the world would cause them to fail to accomplish His plan, for all have sinned, and there is none that doeth good, no, not one.                                                                                                                                                                                                                       In the last thirty years I have been asked maybe a half dozen times or more, “Why do you think God has given you so many personal encounters?” I believe that was one of the easiest question I had ever been asked concerning God. My comment was always, "God knows our hearts better than we even know ourselves. God most likely knew even from the womb I would be every bit or maybe even more stubborn, arrogant, and stiff-necked as anyone else; therefore, this hardheaded man would need many personal encounters to convince me of His presence and His love."                                                                                                                                                    For the wisdom of this world is foolishness with God. For it is written, He taketh the wise in their own craftiness (1 Corinthians 3:19 ). Even the most educated who have studied for many years and have several degrees or a Doctorate to their name; yet, if they fail to acknowledge and accept Christ Jesus as their LORD and Savior, they will have achieved nothing at the end of this life.                                                                                                                                                                       **************************                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      39.    January 2000, I took off two weeks with bronchitis, and then asked if I could have two weeks of my vacation also, dispatch okay this request.                           February 2000, I was now back to work, and dispatch kept me busy with local runs in and out of the Fontana terminal for the next week or so.                                               Finally given a dispatch to pickup a load in Santa Clarita for a delivery on the upper East Coast and I am told to stop off in Cedar Rapids, IA., to pick-up my next student. God never ceases to amaze me, I had been praying that my next student would be a Christian man as I was East bound for Cedar Rapids, IA.                                         Arriving at the Cedar Rapids terminal on February 24th, and that morning I met Vincent _____, a young Black man in his mid-twenties, who was from Chicago Heights, IL. I quickly learned that Vincent was indeed a strong Christian man.             I even started calling Vincent my long-lost cousin, who I had been looking for. I explained that my Mother’s maiden name was the same as his last name.                   I am certain Vincent had not asked this, but after I had mentioned that I was raised on a farm in Southern Indiana, I had been asked by several of my Black students if my people owned any slaves, I would most always laugh, and say, “No, Indiana was a Northern State, and my hometown of Petersburg was a stop on the Under-Ground Railroad for many who was on their way to Gary, IN. or Chicago, IL.                          One night as I was praying, I said, “Father God, remember, my two years in California are nearly up. I have been with CRST now for over seven and a half years, it would be nice if I could find a job with CRST which just required Monday thru Friday driving so I would not lose my seniority with CRST, and possibly find a good spirit filled church to join and establish some roots somewhere.”                                   I believe it was two weeks later which was Vincent last week, we arrived at our consignee late Thursday night in Franklin Park, IL. and our delivery was scheduled for 7 am the next morning. I notice three CRST tractors parked nearby as I parked that night and I saw no one around them.                                                                The next morning, I was up early and as I am approaching the office, I see two men leaning on a handrail, I mentioned, “I saw these three CRST tractors parked here last night but I haven’t seen any drivers around them.” One of them says, “We are the drivers, and this is our terminal.” I asked, “Well, why here?” The driver says, “We are local drivers, driving for this company five days a week, with our weekends off.” I said, “Wow, that must be nice, five days a week with your weekends off, I have been looking for something like that.” The other driver says, “We need a driver for the other tractor out there!” They gave me the phone number to call their dispatcher.     This was Vincent’s last day and as with many of my students, he was a real joy to train and I was blessed to have met Lisa, his wife, and their three sons later that day when they met us in an Oasis on I-294, on the Southside of Chicago, when they came to pick him up.                                                                                                      I called the dispatcher and asked to be considered for the opening in Franklin Park and I started working there on April 17 after moving back to LaGrange, IL. from California.                                                                                                                       I quickly reconnected with some old friends in LaGrange and one of them suggested that I should check out the LaGrange Christian Assembly Church which he attended and is located in LaGrange Heights.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              40.     April 23, 2000 was my first Sunday attending the LaGrange Christian Assembly Church, and I attend this church for more than six years. It was here after having shared God’s warning of the coming attack on the WTC #2 Tower, and America’s destruction with most of the men of the Church that one gentleman invites me to sit at his table one Saturday morning in the Men’s Group.                             Ken ____ says, “Let me tell you of a vision a former pastor was given back in the mid-1980s, here in his office one morning. Pastor Jeff ____ said he was reading some scripture when he suddenly looks up. On the wall in front of his desk there hangs three elongated pictures, which started melting off the wall. He said it was as if he was looking down on the United States."                                                               Ken continued saying, "Suddenly the Pastor Jeff saw submarines rising to the surface along the Eastern seaboard, the Gulf Coast, and the West Coast, and then the submarines began firing their nuclear missiles, hitting all the major cities along the coast. Ken says, then he spotted missiles come down over Canada, striking Chicago, and several other major cities throughout the Midwest, and then it was all over, America as we know it today was gone.”                                                               It was another six months or more when I was given an email address for this Pastor Jeff and I sent him the information I had of Pastor Dumitru Duduman and the warning God had given Him in the mid-1980s of America’s destruction.                           Pastor Jeff sent me an email describing the vision which God had given him. He wrote saying: “The worldly protector of Israel was now out of the way so that the end of all things may be. God spoke to my heart that this was His Judgment on America for its abandonment and her embracing abominations. He clearly spoke to me, ‘This will happen.’”                                                                                                            Pastor Jeff went on to say, “A few weeks after the vision, unsolicited, someone had sent him a book titled, ‘Set The Trumpet To Thy Mouth,’ written by Dr. David Wilkerson, which also describes the destruction of the United States.”                         Once again, I started praying to ask God for the two confirmations if the message from Pastor Jeff was to come true for America’s destruction.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         41.     It was a few months later one Sunday after the service I was walking with a friend Tom ______, and his family out to our vehicles; their three young sons were just a few feet in front of me, and they were trying to trip each other as they were walking. I started thinking about my older brother, Alan and younger brother, Kent. I suddenly bumped Tom and said, “Tom, do you know what these boys need? Tom laughs and says, “No, what do they need?” I said, “They need a little sister!” Tom laughs, and his wife, Trena reaches out across the front of Tom and says, “No, I have gone through that three times and I am not doing that again!” The Holy Spirit has done this many times in my life, speaking out without me having any thought that it was going to happen.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    42.     April 7, 2001, nearly every first Saturday in April from 1993 up to 2012, I would plan a weekend to visit my oldest sister, Linda in Southern Indiana, and my accountant to get my income taxes filed. I gotten up and out on the road by 3 am this morning to drive the two-hundred and fifty miles. After everything is taken care of with the taxes, I visit with some old high school friends and my Aunt Lou, and then back to my sister’s.                                                                                                         I believe it was a little before 6 pm when Linda says, “Lisa (Her daughter) is home now, would you like to go visit her?” I said, “Yes, it’s been two or three years since I have seen her and her husband, Steve.”                                                                   Linda drives us to Lisa’ home near Haubstadt. It is now about 9 pm and I had been trying to stay awake, Linda says, “We better get going!” I am following her through the kitchen, she suddenly turns around and says, “Why don’t you go to church with me in the morning?” Startled, I said, “Yeah, right, okay!” Now concerned as to whether I can get back to LaGrange in time for my small home group meeting, I asked, “What time do you get out of church,” just before reaching the car. I climbed into the car and Linda says, “You should recline the seat and take a nap on the ride back, you are certainly needing it.” Linda starts backing out of Lisa’s driveway as I reclined my seat and started calculating as to what time I could get back to LaGrange.                                                                                                                       Linda stops and then shift to drive, I suddenly raised and said, “This time next year Lisa will be pregnant, and I think it will be a girl!” Linda said nothing and I fell asleep.                                                                                                                            Lisa and Steve had been trying to get pregnant for the last three years or more with no success. They had met with three doctors and all three said, they should have gotten pregnant with no problems. Linda had asked me and virtually everyone else to pray for them.                                                                                                             Besides praying for this pregnancy for the last two years or more I had also been asking God for something to speak out to one of my sisters to help convince them of what I had been saying about the destruction of the United States; thus, this coming pregnancy would be the answer to two prayers.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       43.     Tuesday morning 7:48 am September 11, 2001, I was in my apartment that morning listening to the ABC World News, suddenly there is an announcement of the crashing of a plane into the World Trade Center’s North Tower, and approximately 25 minutes or so later the #2 Tower was stuck by another plane.                                       So, it was, just how the Holy Spirit had spoken through my lips in August 1994 immediately after reading the WTC Building Engineer’s report on the #2 Tower bombing in the USA Today Newspaper, I had laid face down and began praying, and immediately after the prayer the Holy Spirit spoke through my lips saying, “They are coming back to ‘HIT’ this tower again, when they do, they will ‘TAKE’ this tower to the ground,” (Reference back to #23).                                                                     I had repeated God’s warning for over seven years, to whoever would listen to me.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             44.     Saturday morning April 2, 2002, in Southern Indiana visiting my sister Linda. I had made the trip the night before arriving at Linda’s home at 10 pm. That morning as I sat down at the counter in the kitchen, Linda is cooking breakfast; I suddenly asked, “What did I tell you exactly one year ago to this day?” Linda turned towards me and said, “How should I know, you are always telling me something!”                    I started laughing at the tone of her voice, neither of my sisters nor of my brothers are believing God’s warnings which I have shared with them. Linda turns again and says, “You didn’t have anything to do with Lisa getting pregnant!” Still laughing I said, “No, I don’t reckon I did, I have never known my prayers to be any more powerful than any others!” Once again Linda turns to face me saying, “Well, we don’t know whether or not it is a girl!” I replied, “That part might have come from me, but the first part came from the Holy Spirit!” Linda says, “I don’t believe that!” I said, “Then you believe your brother is just lying to you?” Linda says, “No, but you are always saying something!”                                                                                                                     Back at work that following Monday and another six weeks later, arriving in my apartment in LaGrange that evening, I see I have a message on the answering machine, which was from Linda saying, call home ASAP. Linda answered the phone and I said, “Yeah, it’s me!” Linda says, “Lisa’s daughter arrived that morning and all is well with them.”                                                                                                        Lisa could have not gotten pregnant, she could have gotten pregnant and had the baby even before my trip that year, and she could have had a boy (Reference back to #42).                                                                                                                           Thus, thirteen and a half months later the Holy Spirit has once again proven to be correct in all He has said.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         45.     Friday evening April 4, 2003, arriving in Southern Indiana at about 8 pm to visit my sister Linda. Linda is attending a political meeting; so, I join my Brother-In-Law watching the TV, no sooner than I was seated he takes God’s Name in vain six times within three minutes. I had spoken with him before about this and he had been careful not to do this in front of me, but I could tell by his tone there was no need to say anything; thus, I just went to the bedroom to read. Hearing my sister arriving at 10 pm I met her in the hallway to say hello, and then went to bed.                                As soon as I laid down to sleep, I felt the pressure on my chest starting to build up; I immediately knew why. I laid there not wanting to get up, but the pressure got so great I rolled out of bed to my knees and began praying. I felt the pressure immediately easing up, after a few minutes there was no pressure. I laid back down again, the pressure came back, and this was how my whole night went. I would either pray on my knees or while I was walking around in the bedroom, asking for forgiveness that I had not said anything to my brother-in-law for what he had said. It is a very serious sin to blaspheme God’s Name.                                                   Without even a minute of sleep that night, I heard my sister in the kitchen early that morning. I walked in and sat at the counter and begin telling her what all was said last night and what kind of night I had.                                                                         Linda says, “Now listen here, he loves God.” I said, "God’s WORD says we are not to speak praises and blasphemies through the same lips." Linda says, “Well, that is just how the men talk at the coal mine.” I told her that I must honor God first over all others, so I cannot stay overnight anymore, and I packed up and left.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         46.      Maybe June 2004, the Sunday morning service is over now, and I am just standing off to the side of the foyer watching the people going out the door pass me. I suddenly notice my friend Tom’s wife Trena on the far side of the foyer waving to get my attention. As Trena is approaching, I suddenly take one step forward and raise my hands, to get her to stop about eight feet or so in front of me and I said, “No, don’t tell me, you have been to your doctor’s this past week, and he has told you that you are pregnant with a girl!” Trena is stunned for a few seconds and shakes her head and says, “Yes, I have been to my doctor this past week and he says, I am pregnant, but I don’t know about a girl.” I replied, “Well, the Holy Spirit says you are pregnant with a girl!”                                                                                 Tom had seen the hands motions, but he was too far away to have heard us. Tom walks up laughing and says, “So, what is up?” We tell Tom what was said, he laughs and says, “Gee whiz Mark, you got a 50/50 chance of getting it right.” I replied, “Tom, I told Trina she was pregnant, she didn’t tell me.” Tom, still laughing says, “Well, we will know in nine months.” I said, “Tom, the Holy Spirit never lies, Trena is pregnant with a girl.”                                                                                                               Eight months later their daughter arrives on February 21, 2005 (Reference: #40 & #41).                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             47.     Three weeks later after the previous event, June 2004, I am walking out from the church with a young friend, Nick ___ when I suddenly bump his right arm with my elbow, I asked, “Nick, are you and Molly trying to get pregnant?” Nick says, “Yes, we have been trying for the last two months.” I replied, “Molly is pregnant with a boy!” Nick jumps back with his hands raised and said, “That’s the first I’ve heard of this!” Shocked, I also raise my hands and said, “Hey Nick, this is the first I’ve heard of it too!”                                                                                                                                 Three weeks later at a Wednesday night service, Nick taps me on the left shoulder, I turn around to see Nick standing in the aisle and he says, “Molly’s doctor says she is pregnant.” I started laughing and said, “Yeah, I know Nick the Holy Spirit told us that she is pregnant with a boy.” Nick replies, “They haven’t told her that.” I said, “Nick, the Holy Spirit never lies, Molly is pregnant with a boy!”                                         Eight months later their son arrives (Reference: #40).                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  48.       Saturday night October 16, 2004, I read the most recent post made by Michael Boldea Jr., Grandson of Pastor Dumitru Duduman, on the Hand of Help Ministries website, titled, “The Eagle and the Serpents.”                                           Michael wrote: The Angel said, "This has been revealed to you, that you may know, the first bite has been, the second is yet to come, and the third will be its destruction.”                                                                                                               The first bite by the serpent is considered to have been the September 11, 2001 attack, and there is coming a second attack that will be far worst, and the third attack is the vision of America’s destruction which God had shown to Pastor Duduman back in the mid-1980s.                                                                                                       With no doubts in my mind of Michael’s message, I laid face down on the floor and began praying; after this prayer I said, "Father God the second major attack must be approximately one thousand times greater than the September 11, 2001 attack if they think they can force the United States to back away from protecting Israel."         If you wish to read, Michael’s message, Google: “The Eagle and the Serpents – Hand of Help Ministries.” You may also Google: “The Message For America – Hand of Help Ministries,” which is the message of America’s destruction God gave Michael’s Grandfather.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   49.     Thursday 8 pm October 21, 2004, in Fremont, IN., On my returning trip from a delivery at the Boston Airport, I stopped for the night at a Pilot Truck Stop. As I was walking out of the store into the attached Wendy’s restaurant a gentleman standing in line waiting to place his order turns, seeing me he begins screaming at the top of his voice, “I think you have something you need to tell me! I think you have something you need to tell me!”                                                                           Though our eyes are locked on each other’s eyes, I see several people jumping back away from their tables. I also saw his right shoulder rise as if he might have been pulling something from his pocket. Three or four months before this in prayer, I had spoken out that someone will pull a pistol on me. That did happen only several months later.                                                                                                           When the screaming stopped, I looked down expecting to see a pistol, but he was merely pointing his index finger at me. I started walking toward this man as I was saying, “Yes, yes, I do have something I need to tell you.” I started telling this man all about the messages of America’s destruction given to the three pastors, and the confirmations that confirmed these warnings.                                                                We moved to a booth and this man begins telling me how God had shown him three visions in 1996. The first vision he says, it was as if he was looking down upon all of the United States, suddenly there was a puff of white smoke over Southern California; here he added that he had never driven the upper East Coast, his route is just back and forth between upper Michigan and North Carolina, so he isn’t familiar with the upper East Coast, but he saw a second puff of smoke over what he guessed to be Philadelphia, and then a third puff of smoke over what he guessed was most likely Boston.                                                                                                                  I said, “You have seen the second major attack.” He says, “Then there are two more major attacks?” I had not told him about Michael Boldea Jr. vision of “The Eagle and the Serpents.” So, I explained that to him and said I am now most certain that the second major attack must be approximately one thousand times greater than the September 11, ’01 attack, and the attack will be somewhere in Southern California, and most likely in or near Philadelphia and Boston.                                                       He then tells me his second vision was what looked like Chinese Troops wearing the Blue UN helmets coming ashore in what looked to be California. As for his third vision, either my memory has failed me, or some circuits have been damaged from so many years of bouncing down the interstate highways, but I do not remember none of it.                                                                                                                       I have told this thousands of times and I almost always end with, God has never allowed the destruction of a nation nor of its people before first sending His warnings, hoping that the hearts of the people might turn to Him to be saved.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         50.     My best guess, this event would be in April 2005, I remember the nights are still rather cool out. I was making night runs to a Penske Truck Rental lot just South of Madison, Wisconsin to drop a loaded trailer for another driver to make food deliveries in the Madison area.                                                                                       I made my drop and hooked an empty trailer, and now back on I-90 Eastbound, it was a little after 1am. I am passing a few cars in the right lane, a couple of motorcycles, and one older pick-up in the front of the motorcycles. I glanced in my right mirrors to check my clearance, but the old pick-up has his high beams on, and they are blinding me. Thus, I stayed in the left lane for another few minute or so, and I glanced again in the right mirror and the old pick-up had sped up, his high beams are still blinding me. I can see a string of cars now directly behind me in the hammer lane that seems to be in a hurry, I put my turn signals on to indicate my intentions. I left the signals on for several minutes, I moved over to the centerline also indicating my intentions but still, the old pick-up had sped up to stay just at the back of my trailer. Thus, I speeded up more to get away from the pick-up and he sped up, now running 73 MPH in a 65 zone, and the old pick-up is still at the corner of my trailer with his high beams on, and I now have twenty cars or more directly behind me… I started slowing down thinking I will fall in behind the old pick-up, but he slows down also. I slowed down to 55 MPH and still, the old pick-up was just behind the right corner of my trailer with his high beams on. I accelerated back up to 73 again and so did this pick-up, I did the slow-down again, and still the old pick-up was still there with his high beams on.                                                                                                     This had gone on for well over thirty miles and I was now nearing the Illinois state line and I needed to be in the right lane to enter the toll booth.                                     I had turned my signal off for the last five miles or so, and now, I turned the right signal on and moved back to the centerline for a moment and then started crossing the line for the right lane moving about as slow over the line as I could, suddenly two motorcycles came racing around and then they started slowing down, all the way down to 45 MPH.                                                                                                           I said, “LORD, evidently these two are now angry with me.” I knew this was going to be the confrontation I had been expecting for the last several months. I said, “Father God, I am going to pull over here on this first on ramp, if these guys are going to pull a pistol on me, I don’t want it to be at the toll booth where someone else may get hurt.                                                                                                                                 I flashed my headlights to get their attention and put the right turn signal on. I set my brakes and said, “Father God, I look to You for my protection,” and I climbed out and walked to the front of my tractor. The first guy climbs off his motorcycle and starts screaming at me and reaches into his leather jacket and pulls out a pistol.                 As he is approaching me, he is screaming he is a federal agent, and I need to put my hands up… I started laughing and said, “Guy, I am not putting my hands up for anyone until I see a badge.” He reaches in his back pocket and holds something up but he is not close enough for me to see a badge. He says, “You nearly killed us.”      I said, “You were behind the old pick-up when I passed it and you saw he had his high beams on, I sped up and slowed down three or four times to get away from him and he stayed on the back right corner of my trailer.” This guy says I think I will call the Wisconsin State Police, I laughed and said, “Go ahead, and while you are doing that, I will call the Illinois State Police, because the Wisconsin State Police will not show up. This guy put his pistol away and said, “Well, just be more careful in the future.” I said, “That is good advice, so you two had better take it.” They turned around and walked off.                                                                                                   Now, maybe you can understand why so many truck drivers seem angry?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 51.     February 2, 2009, (Or possibly 2010), I was now driving for another company as a relief driver covering for the night auto parts drivers to new car dealerships, Ford, GM Motors, Nissan, and Dodge. Whenever not on those runs, I was picking up a loaded trailer with huge heavy rolls of paper and switching trailers with another driver in Mauston, Wisconsin, which we were scheduled for a 1 am transfer. This driver would take my trailer to deliver in Minneapolis and I would deliver his loads of paper to companies located near O’Hare airport.                                                           I always seemed be running late to meet with this driver in Mauston, and especially this night. There was about two feet of snow on the ground and the traffic was heavier then usual at this hour. It had warmed up enough to rain and the rain was extremely hard at times, and it was also very sporadic. Whenever the rain did let up, I would put the pedal to the metal, in other words, I was running as fast as my tractor would run, which was governed at 73 MPH, since I was even later than usual. The temperature was still just above freezing that night so most of the other drivers were holding their speeds down somewhat; thus, I was passing nearly everyone in sight.   I was just North of Madison and it was already 1:30 am. I was in the hammer lane passing a string of cars and I saw a big truck between them. I estimated that they were only running about 55 MPH or so, I am wondering why this driver was running so slow with these cars since it had not rained in the last five minutes or so. I was maybe three car lengths from the truck in the right lane when he puts his left turn signal on, there was no way that I could slow down enough to let him out and just as I am at the corner of his trailer he starts across the centerline. I quickly jerked my steering wheel to the left to move onto the left edge of the shoulder, there was no way I could take my hand off the steering wheel to sound the air horn because I knew what was going to happen the next second, that was when the left trailer wheels dropped off the edge of the pavement. I glanced to the right and our mirrors were no more than inches from touching, I cried out, “Sweet Jesus, help me!” I could hear and feel the drive tires slipping and the trailer pulling the tractor hard to the left… Had I let up on the throttle at that moment the heavy loaded trailer would have pulled the tractor off the road… And to top this off, the shoulder here in this area dropped off maybe 5 feet or more; thus, it would have met a rollover for sure.           The car in front of the truck was now even with my tractor; evidently, he could hear my engine laboring and my drives slipping on the wet pavement and see my tractor pointed at a precarious angle, maybe five degrees or more, and my headlights now shining directly across his lane in front of him, thus he starts slowing down.             The trailer is slowing me down despite my throttle being floored. I screamed, “Jesus, I need help, or I am not going to make it,” at least two or three times. I had been fighting this long enough to think, this just might be the end of my driving career. The trailer had slowed my speed from 73MPH down under 55 and the car driver applied his flashers and began slowing everyone down behind him to give me the room I needed if my tailer ever came back up onto the pavement, and suddenly the trailer popped back up onto the pavement and I shot across the centerline in a heartbeat.   I was certainly praising the Good LORD that morning until I got back home.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             52.     Saturday night October 20, 2012, I am now retired. I am in my apartment, I go to bed early, and begin thinking about my life and what I had been through since my divorce in January 1991, for the next hour or more.                                                       I began praying, “Father God, this coming January will have been twenty-two years since the divorce, and You know I accepted all the blame for it.”                                   I said, “Father God, your WORD says that it is not good that man should be alone.” I had not tried to date anyone in all those years. I prayed, “Father God if You think it is time that a lady should be brought into my life, I agree.”                                               I thought on this for a minute or so, and then said, “Father, if there should be a lady bought into my life, she must be a Christian who is just as strong in her Christian faith as me.” I paused for a minute or two and said, “Father, better yet if she were a stronger Christian, she could help me to be a stronger Christian man.” Pausing again, I came back to say, “Father, this lady cannot be twenty years older nor twenty years younger,” God knew I was meaning I wanted someone my age.                         Pausing again for several seconds, “Father, if there is to be a lady brought into my life, we would have to be as evenly yoked as possible in every way, she cannot be a liberal, and she cannot be a democrat who supports abortion.”                                     Pausing yet again to think on this, I then said, “Father, I am not going to any bars to look for this lady. I am not going to any malls to try to chase her down, and I am not going on any internet dating sites. Just so I know it is the right one, You must be the One to bring her to me, in Jesus’ Name, Amen!”                                                           But still, thinking something else needed to be said, I remained silent… After a minute or so, I said, “Father God, remember Junior back at the garage, where I parked my tractor? Junior had been divorced for over ten years and then he met a nurse and they got married, now that would certainly be neat to be married to a nurse.” I just laid there and eventually fell asleep.                                                                                                                                                                                                 The next morning at church with a cup of coffee in my hand, I was talking with a friend, Bruce _____, when I suddenly realized the time. I told Bruce I was like five or six minutes late for being at my post at the far side of the sanctuary. At that moment, a lady walks up to me and asks, “Are you Mark ________ who made a couple of comments on the church’s Facebook page this past week?” I replied, “Yes, I did!” She says, “I really did appreciate your comments?” I said, “Thank you, but I am really sorry, but I just now realized that I am late for being at my post on the far side of the sanctuary as usher and greeter, so I really have to run.” She says, “Okay!”                 As I was crossing the back of the sanctuary, I started praising God like crazy, because I knew I would be marrying this lady, and then I just realized, I didn’t get her name. I looked for her after the service but could not find her.                                       As I said earlier, I was retired now but I was working part-time now and then, and I had already agreed to drive my friend Tom’s ¾ ton pickup pulling a loaded trailer out to Fort Mead Army Base in Maryland for a construction job. I was just to unload the trailer and drive straight back.                                                                                         I was edgily hoping to meet this lady the following Sunday at church, but I did not see her nor for the next two Sundays. I am thinking it was the Sunday before Thanksgiving we met for only a few minutes. She was rushing out to her daughter’s for dinner. So, I did find out her name, Sharon _____, but this is the way it was one Sunday each month from October through January because it was either her or me having to rush out immediately after church.                                                                 I also found out later Sharon was making a trip once a month to Northeastern Indiana to visit with her mother, who was in a nursey home, and Sharon worked at least one weekend a month; plus, I was taking more loads out to Fort Meade Army Base for Tom.                                                                                                                 At church one Sunday in February, Sharon asked if I could help her with taking her dog, Mckenzie to the vet’s and again to picking up Mckenzie from the vet’s a few days later, I edgily agreed to help her.                                                                           I was visiting Sharon at her condominium on the first Tuesday evening in March and we were watching the Fox News channel when Sharon takes Mckenzie out. Sharon comes back in and standing at the end of the couch she asks, “Have you ever thought about remarrying?” I laughed and said, “I was trying to think how I could ask you the same question while you were out with Mckenzie!”                                           That put us on the fast track, and we were married the first Saturday in May. Oh, Sharon is the stronger Christian of us, she is no liberal nor democrat, she is fifty-five days younger than me, and she had been an LPN nurse for fifteen years, and she was working at home as a transcriptionist for the same hospital, for a total of 44 years before retiring.                                                                                                 Sharon had been in this church since the 1980s and I had been in this church nearly every Sunday since June 2007 and neither of us had ever seen each other.               Do not try to rush anything such as marriage, if you leave it in God’s hands, and in His timing, He will give you the best. The most important thing for any marriage is to be evenly yoked in every way possible if there is to be a successful marriage in a Christian home.                                                                                                               Be ye not unequally yoked together with unbelievers: for what fellowship hath righteousness with unrighteousness? and what communion hath light with darkness (2 Corinthians 6:14)?                                                                                                                                                                                                                             ********************************************                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven (Ecclesiastes 3:1). God has appointed the times and seasons for every life in this universe, and His wish is that none should perish. The day of our Salvation is today, I know God has a plan for each of us. O taste and see that the Lord is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him (Psalm 34:8).                                                                                                                                                                                           Would you humbly bow before God today, accepting Christ Jesus as your LORD and Savior, confessing your sins to Him, and ask Him to aid you in your search for the whole truth and in your new faith in Christ; in Jesus’ Name, Amen!