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Prepared for Action

THE MEN AND WOMEN OF THE UNITED STATES NAVY MAKE UP CMDR. MELODY GOODWIN'S CONGREGATION.


Since the American Revolution, women have played an active military role in every United States conflict. Three thousand women served in World War I, 7,000 in Vietnam, and during Desert Storm, 7 percent of deployed American forces were women--more than 40,000.

Events involving U.S. military women gained international attention during Operation Iraqi Freedom, including the dramatic rescue of prisoners of war Jessica Lynch and Shoshana Johnson, and the loss of Lori Piestewa, the first Native American woman killed by enemy action in our nation's wars. read more

Preach on, Little Sister


Most Sunday afternoons, our family gets together for dinner after church. One of our traditions is to repeat the Lord's Prayer together before someone blesses the meal.

One Sunday, when my granddaughter was around 3 years old, she noticed that her father wasn't repeating the Lord's Prayer with the others. After I'd asked God to bless our food, she looked at her dad and asked him why he had not prayed with everyone else.

He explained to her, "I did pray; I just prayed to myself." read more

Prayers of a Righteous Mother

When our kids were young, "pillow talk" was always special. This was a time to sit in intimate half-light at bedtime and ask how things were--really were--if signs of reticence or sadness were detected that day.

We would gather any untied threads of the day, talk about them and pray these things into the Father's hands. Confessions, hopes, ideas and fears were expressed then as at no other time.

Trust was built into our relationship that stood us in good stead in later years. One kind of pillow talk we engaged in allowed me to relate to our teen daughter when the distance between us seemed great. read more

Prayer that Heals

For seven years I have mourned the loss of my son Alan to suicide at age 18. One day my friend Susan asked if she could pray with me. As we began, Susan asked me to recall a place where I loved to be with my son. Envisioning the bittersweet memory of a time when Alan and I were running on a particular mountain trail, I felt how much I missed my son.

During my recollection, Susan asked me where God was in my vision. I saw the Lord following Alan and me on the trail. It seemed that the Lord took great delight in being with me on the trail the same way as I did being with my child. In need of rest, Susan and I ended our prayer time.

As I began to reflect on our prayer time, it occurred to me that the Lord wanted me to love being with Him the way that I loved being with Alan. The Lord then said to me, "I love you with a love that cannot be measured, and I deeply desire to spend time with you." As I thought about this I was deeply encouraged and renewed. read more

Power of Positive Faith

March 14, 1986 is a day I'll always remember. I had been serving in the United States Air Force for more than 12 years and was stationed in South Korea.

That morning I walked into the living room of my small apartment and found the room filled with a cloud. I wasn't afraid or shocked; rather, I was extremely calm. In the center of the cloud I saw my 11-year-old son's face, and I heard the Lord say, "Go home."

Immediately, I rushed to my workplace to tell my supervisor that I needed to return home to Denver. With his permission, I took the first flight headed to the United States. read more

Power in the Blood

God has blessed my husband and me with four beautiful children. We've always prayed over them, and I thank God that all four are born again and Spirit-filled.

When our youngest, Matthew, was about 4 years old, I heard a talk given by a former witch, in which she revealed how the blood of Jesus Christ had hindered her attacks on certain children in her neighborhood. She found out later that children who had parents "pleading the blood of Jesus" over them had been protected from witchcraft.

This former witch admonished us to understand the power of "pleading the blood." Immediately, I began adding this element to my daily prayers for my children. read more

Picture Perfect

My husband, Paul, and I went into the portrait studio to pick up pictures of our 12-month-old son, Ezekiel. We waited with excitement until our names were called, and then, as the sales associate placed the pictures in frames for us to look at, we both stood in shocked silence.

This happened every time we went to pick out our son's most recent pictures. As we looked into those perfectly brushed and lighted photos, we were reminded once again of Ezekiel's Down's syndrome. It was like receiving the news of his condition
for the first time.

Finally, we would break the quiet and begin to express our preferences, commenting on how well he smiled in this picture or how blue his little eyes were in that one. Always we would look at each other and smile reassuringly that God had given us this little boy and that in our eyes he was perfect. read more

Overcoming the Odds

In 1997, I married my high school sweetheart, Wesley. Two years later, we were extremely happy when we found out we were expecting our first child.

On January 13, 2000, our son, Blaise Chandler, was born. But we discovered something was wrong; he was not breathing. Despite the circumstances, God's peace came over me.

Blaise was moved to a different facility, where he remained for a week. Doctors concluded that he was born without kidneys, and on January 20, 2000, he went home to be with Jesus. read more

Outwitted by a Toddler


After unsuccessfully coaxing my 3-year-old to eat more of his meal, I gave up and excused him from the table. Minutes later he was back, asking for a cookie.

"But you didn't eat your dinner, Honey," I told him.

He pondered this for a moment, then asked politely, "Could you eat it for me?"
Amy K. Rognlie read more

Out of this World

At 19 years old, I was unmarried and pregnant with my first son. My fiancé and I were not Christians at the time.

We were planning to get married and had begun taking marriage classes, which were required by the church we attended. By the time we finished the classes, I was six months pregnant.

On the morning of my wedding day, I awakened to labor pains. Instead of getting married that day, I gave birth to our first son. read more

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