**No Chance To Be Born! While I was alive in my mother’s womb, And my life was taken from me too soon. God did, You ever have a plan for me? If You did, I guess it was never meant to be. Lord You must have known I’d never be born, even before, I was ever formed. If only I’d had the chance to say, Mom couldn’t you just give me away. I wish I had known what it would have been like, If I’d ever been able to ride a bike. Or to run and play with other little boys, And had a lot of friends and a lot of toys. And grown up to have Children all of my own, But that is too late “I’m already home” By –Connie Spivey ***************************************************** Psalms 139, 1: O LORD, thou hast searched me, and known me. 2: Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising, thou understandest my thought afar off. 3: Thou compassest my path and my lying down, and art acquainted with all my ways. 4: For there is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, O LORD, thou knowest it altogether. 5: Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon me. 6: Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot attain unto it. 7: Whither shall I go from thy spirit? Or whither shall I flee from thy presence? 8: If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there. 9: If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea; 10: Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me. 11: If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; even the night shall be light about me. 12: Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee; but the night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light are both alike to thee. 13: For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother's womb. 14: I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well. 15: My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. 16: Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them. 17: How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them! 18: If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee. 19: Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God: depart from me therefore, ye bloody men. 20: For they speak against thee wickedly, and thine enemies take thy name in vain. 21: Do not I hate them, O LORD, that hate thee? and am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee? 22: I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them mine enemies. 23: Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts: 24: And see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting. ***************************************************** “HE PROVED HE WAS GOD” He could feed the hungry, and He could calm the sea, All the miracles He did proved to me. I didn’t see the miracles, but I didn’t have too, We have His word, and I know it is true. He healed the sick and raised the dead, It was on the cross where, His blood was shed, I believe the Bible, I believe every verse, He not only rules the earth, but the whole universe. Wen I go into homes sometimes, I can’t see Him there, I guess Christian homes are becoming so rare. He died on the cross, to set the world free, To pay the sin debt, now, He is living in me. The first day of the week, He raised from the dead, The disciples remembered, and believed what He said. What peace we can know, all our sins are forgiven, We have His promise, He’ll take us to heaven. Connie Spivey 1999 ***************************************************** Walking By Faith If you can not see the way, and you feel you are walking in the dark, Just read His precious Word, and hide it in your heart. We walk by faith and not by sight, and let Him lead the way, It's amazing what the Lord can do, if we will only pray. He will carry us through the darkness, though we may not understand, God Who knows our future, is the One Who holds our hand. God knew us before we were born, and knew what we would do, So then no matter what happens, He will carry us through. We pray He will give us courage, and strengthen us within, So that we can help others, to put their trust in Him. When we get to Heaven, and see that beautiful Place, We will be there for eternity, and all because of His Grace. Connie Spivey – 1998 ***************************************************** My Struggle with Satan’s Lies! When the Lord saved me at a very young age of 12 years old, I knew I had everlasting life at the moment I believed in Him. There was a couple that was holding Sunday school classes at the little country school where I attended. I was allowed to go the first Sunday my younger sister who was 10 at the time, the school building was full of children from the ages of 10 through 14, I can remember my sister was among the children who left the school house. I notice the school was empty when I had got down to the front of the building. There were 13 children at the front of the building the only one’s left was all down at the front and all the others were gone. I know I was saved in my seat, but we was asked to come down to the front and I went down at the time, not knowing my sister had gone home and had told my mother what had happened. I didn’t expect what was waiting for me when I got home. I was so happy and filled with so much Joy, how could there be anything wrong with that! But, when I got home my mother was anger with me, and she told me I was too young to get saved. That there was no such thing as once saved always saved. As I sat on the bed so confused I couldn’t understand why she had a belt and was going to use the belt on me, I was told I could not go back to the Sunday school class again. I was so hurt, what did I do wrong! I could not seam to eat any lunch. If I had an appetite it was for someone to read the Bible and explain it more plainer to me. I never got to go back to the classes any more. It wasn’t easy growing up in a non-Christian home; my family persecuted me. I soon became discourage and drifted away from what I had saw on that Sunday morning that I had everlasting life, and become filled with doubt and confusion but I never did forget the experience I had that day. I latter went to my Grandmother’s and went to High School, since there was no High School in the country. I always prayed and it seamed God answered my prayers, I knew Jesus was all ways with me just like a friend to whom I could trust with anything I told Him, it seamed that I could always feel His presence with me and it seamed He all ways answered my prayers. I could not read the Bible and understand it, so it made it easier to just look at Him like a friend I did not know just how He lived inside me at the time. I latter moved to a large City and I married, my husband believed a person could loose their Salvation under certain conditions. But after a while he accepted Salvation as being unconditional instead of conditional. I had two small children ages 6 and 9, I was reading my Bible and I had been praying for the Lord to allow me to once again see that I had been given everlasting life like I saw it at the age of 12. The verse John 3:16 seamed to stand out to me as if it was the first time I had read it although, I had memorized it. You can’t imagine the Joy that filled my heart as in my mind I was took back to the time when I was a child and realized I still had everlasting life all that time. I read John 5:24, He that heareth my Word and believeth on Him that sent me hath everlasting life, and shall not come into condemnation; but is passed from death unto life. Also Colossians 2:12 Buried with Him in Baptism wherein also ye are risen with Him through the faith of the operation of God, Who hath raised Him from the dead. 1 Corinthians 12:13 For by one Spirit are we all baptized into one Body, whether we be Jews or Gentiles whether we be bond or free and have been all made to drink into one Spirit. Ephesians 2:5-6, Even when we were dead in sins, hath quickened us together with Christ (by Grace ye are saved;) and hath raised us up together, and made us sit together in Heavenly places in Christ Jesus. I realize as far as God is concerned we are already seated in Heaven since we are put into His Body by the Spirit of God. We just have to wait for our Heavenly Bodies 1 Thessalonians 4:17, For the Lord Himself shall descend from Heaven with a shout, with the voice of the Arch Angle, and with the trump of God, and the dead in Christ shall rise first, verse 17 Then we which are alive and remain, shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord. All who will read this remember the devil is a deceiver and is a liar from the Beginning, John 8:44. He was the one who stole away my Joy by using my mother; Thank God my husband Cecil and I together won her to the Lord before she passed away. Trying to live up to certain standards to get into Heaven is one of Satan’s lies, I have eternal life and the devil cannot take it away. Read Romans 8:38-39, For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angles, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other Creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord. By- Connie Spivey ***************************************************** No Time For Hate Life isn’t long! A mother’s song, And then another’s smile. Then romping feet, and then the sweet Remembrances awhile. From gold to gray, from dawn to day, And then the twilight hours. Life is too brief, to hunt for grief, For thorns among the flowers. It hurts today, by what men say; If wounded by a friend; Oh, let tonight set all things right; Let trouble have an end. Life is too short, to let report Or rumor long annoy, Today has had, so much so glad, We need it all for joy. God’s world, God’s Word; His breeze, His bird, No hand can rob you of. Wrong comes too late, for hearts to hate; There is so much to love. Life isn’t long, just time for song And love and things sublime. Be not concerned with thoughts that burned, Good friends, there isn’t time! Author Unknown ****************************************************** IT IS ONLY A TINY ROSEBUD It is only a tiny rosebud A flower of God's design. But I can not unfold the petals With these clumsy hands of mine. The secret of unfolding flowers . The flower God opens so sweetly, In my hands would fade and die. If I can not unfold a rosebud This flower of God's design, Then how can I think I have wisdom To unfold this life of mine ? So I'll trust Him for His leading, Each moment of everyday. And I'll look to Him for His guidance Each step of the pilgrim way. For the pathway that lies before My Heavenly Father knows, I'll trust Him to unfold the moments, Just as He unfolds the rose. Author Unknown **************************************************** “Information Please” When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood, I remember well the polished old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother used to talk to it. Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person her name was “information Please” and there was nothing she did not know. “Information Please” could supply anybody’s number and the correct time. My first personal experience with this genie-in-the bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer. The pain was terrible, but there didn’t seem to be any reason in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the foot stool in the parlor and the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. “Information Please,” I said into the mouthpiece just above my head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear. “Information” “I hurt my finger...” I walled into the phone. The tears came readily enough now that I had an audience. “Isn’t your mother home?” came the question. “Nobody’s home but me.” I blubbered. “Are you bleeding?” the voice asked. “No,” I replied. “I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts.” “Can you open your icebox?” she asked. I said I could. Then chip off a little ice and hold it to your finger,” said the voice. After that, I called “Information Please” for everything. I asked her for help with my geography and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my chipmunk, that I had caught in the park just that day before, would eat fruit and nuts. Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary died. I called “Information Please” and told her the sad story. She listened, then said the usual things grown-ups say to sooth a child. But I was unconsoled. I asked her, “Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?” She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, “Paul, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in.” Somehow I felt better. Another day I was on the telephone. “Information Please.” Information,” said the now familiar voice. “How do you spell fix?” I asked. All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was 9 years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much. “Information Please” belonged in that old wooden box back home, and I somehow never thought of trying the tall, shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy. A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about half an hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, “Information, Please. “ Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well, “Information.” I hadn’t planned this but I heard myself saying, “Could you please tell me how to spell fix?” there was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, “I guessed your finger must have healed by now.” I laughed. “So it’s really still you,” I said. “I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time.” I wonder”, she said, “if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never had any children, and I used to look forward to your calls.” I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister. “Please do,” she said. “Just ask for Sally.” Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered “Information.” I asked for Sally. “Are you a friend?” She said. “Yes, a very old friend,” I answered. “I’m sorry to have to tell you this, she said Sally had been working part-time the last few years because sick. She died five weeks ago.” Before I could hang up she said, “Wait a minute. Did you say your name was Paul?” Yes.” Well. Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you.” The note said, “Tell him I still say there are other worlds to sing in. He’ll know what I mean.” I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant. Anonymous ******************************************************
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