More About Tornados

I have had more comments on the blog I called "The Tornado" than anything I have written. I do remember another tornado that I thought I might comment on.
WE lived in a little house in Redkey, Indiana and my second son "Mark." was
about five years old as the time. We had a large backyard with a medium sized tree standing at the back of it (Which would be west of our house) by the alley. Late one evening I was standing at the back door and Mark was playing in the yard
when we notice a tornado appoaching from the southwest. Mark came to stand beside me in the door way. We both watched it approach and it never occured to me to be afraid. I suppose because I felt like know the "Master of the Wind."

Since then I have seen and heard of many tornados and I know the damage that
they can do. That one however came up to the tree in our back yard where it arose making a very large hoie in the top of it and then it went on over the top of our house and disappeared north east of us.

Now when we talk of that experience Mark explains it like this "I saw the tornado coming and I thought "Aren't we supoosed to be afraid?" but when I looked up at Momma I thought "No I guess not."

The Tornado

I noticed that Jae had asked me to tell about Raymond and the Tornado.
that was on a post where I had talked about God's protection on the hi-way. And I do believe it makes a difference when we call on God for help. He said ask and ye shall receive. Knock and it shall be open unto you. Seek and ye shall find.

O.K. So Once upon a time. Which remind me when Christina was a very small girl, she had said "Grandma tell me the story of the three bears. So I said o.k. and I proceeded to get on with the story, and I thought I was doing fine. Then she said "No! No! Grandma you didn't say "onca punca tine"

"Precious memories those are" Christina is grown now and has two little girls of her own and a precious little boy. and when I edit this I hope to en clude a picture of us.

But right now I'm suppose to be telling about the tornado, and how God answered my prayer.

One day we knew it was coming up a storm and my husband knew that his brother and his family could get very nervous and afraid for good reason because there had already been a lot of damage and loss of life due to tornadoes. So his first thoughts were of them and he wanted to go the four miles to their house to comfort them during this coming ordeal I suppose. But they were a proud family and thinking if they knew the real reason they might resent that. I had ask him not to go. But he said "Yes I'm going too, and also my son Jeff told me "and I'm going with him." So I stood at my front door and watched them get in the car and head north on the Hi-Way. as the wind started blowing. Then I went directly to my bedroom, knelt down by the bed and I just simply said,"Lord turn them around and send them back home." Whereupon I arose and went back to the front door just in time to see my son Jeff exiting the car. And he said "Mom you will never guess what happened." WE got just outside of town and the wind picked us up and turned us around and here we are." My husband Raymond told it something like this. "The wind picked us up and turned us around in the air and sat us back down in the field. and I knew if I didn't get out of there (in a hurry) I would be stuck. So I pushed on the gas and got us back up on the road." And there they were back home again.

The Parable Of The Water Beatle

Found in my friends very impressive collection of books of which
she said I should feel welcome to borrow any of my choosing. I found
a special summary of Guide Posts stories.
They are all good stories telling of things that God has done
for us individually. This one story is too good not to share. It gives me hope
I'm hoping it will give hope to you.
This was written by Norman Vincent Peale about a movie director and
film writer Cecil B. DeMille.
Mr. DeMille very often went out on the Lake in his boat to think things over when he had a problem or was depressed. One day the boat drifted back to the shore and stopped in the sand where there were several water beattles crawling in the sand. While he was watching them one very laboristly crawled up the side of the boat where it then fell dead and dropped back down onto the sand. Mr DeMille took the boat back out on the lake. About two hours later he returned and watched as the shell of the water beatle burst open and out came beautiful horse fly that suddenly arose and began to fly around over his siblings that were still struggling in the sand. Later that evening while making a speech to his Audience he said "If God can do that for the lowly water beatle, what makes us think he wouldn't do the same for us.

Ray Plays Guitar

ROSE SINGS

Rose Sings

More Bloggin

For some reason I have not been able to post pictures. So I'm trying to prove it to my self that I can do that. The first picture here was taken maybe 10 years ago. It is My late husband holding Abigail Brown.
then my son Jeff holding Angel Pohlman . Then The next one would have been taken 82 years ago, It is my Grandpa Elijah Reeves with my brother Isaac White Jr. and My Aunt Ella Mae. Then the next picture probably was taken about 18 years later. It is Aunt Ella and Dixie Reeves.
I can't believe that the year is almost over. It's November already . I kept getting comments on my blog called "The Good Ole Baptist Preachers." and I wondered why. That makes sense that was the lst thing I had blogged. Angel and Abigail must be about nine now and they are my very beautiful Great Grandaughters. I want to get a recent picture os them on here real soon.

The Good Ole Baptist Preachers

I noticed while reading some of my recent blogs that I promised to tell how Ray got called to preach at the age of "five". At that time it seems that the family were attending a church service at what I believe to be a Baptist. I think in Tennessee they have what is called "Southern Baptist" The church had a porch whether in the front or the back I know not. But Ray said he would
sometimes linger under the porch awaiting someone to discard a cigarette butt then he would finish smoking it. While listening to the preaching was when he first felt like he would like to be a preacher when he grew up.
He said that sometimes even the preacher would take a break and come out on the porch for a smoke.