By The Time This Service Ends Tonight & We Shake Hands & Make Our Way Home, It Will Be Almost 9 Years Exactly That The Worst Week Of Our Lives Came To A Burning End.
- It Started With The Lord Telling Me That My Wife Had Lost The Child She Had Been Carrying The Last 13 Weeks. In The Very Early Hours On The 11th Of April The Lord Spoke To Me & Said, “Sara Has Lost The Baby.” It Was A Pregnancy Very Much Thought Out & Very Much Anticipated. Every One Was Excited For Us, Every One Was Rejoicing With Us. I Remember Praying & Asking The Lord To Touch My Wife. I Remember Taking My Wife To The Doctor. I Remember Telling My Son That He Was Not Going To Be A Big Brother.
- Then Came The Night Of April 14th It Was Not An Ordinary Sunday Night In Our Home Because We Were Not In Church That Night As My Wife Was Recuperating. I Was On The Phone With My Closest Friend When I Told Him I Thought My House Was On Fire. When It Was All Said & Done We Lost Everything We Had. I Remember My Mom Taking My Wife To The Hospital. I Remember Bro. Stroup Walking With Me Across The Driveway Saying, “Bob The Lord Told The devil, This Is As Far As You Can Go You Can’t Take His Life.”
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