My mothers prayer

I have several wonderful stories that the Lord has given me to write. I want to take my time on them. It's very important to me to do my absolute best in conveying these stories to you. I hope the long gap in posts doesn't keep anyone from checking in to see if there is anything new. In time I hope to have several a week. I do believe there are enough stories of great faith, healing, angels, and miracles to write everyday. That's my hope at least. Again I will ask my dear readers to call me, email me, facebook me and let me know what the Lord has done for you.

Today I have a story of my own. I was reminded of this great healing in my life this morning. I thought of it so much that I felt I needed to write about it. Maybe this will give you a chance to get to know me a little. Most of this however is about my mother. Her name is Sheryll Ireland her maiden name was Eddings. She was baptized her in Oklahoma City by Brother Eddie Tomlinson. She lives in Harrison, Arkansas. She has 5 children and eight granchildren with a new one on it's way. She owns and operates a daycare there in Harrison. She beleives that all she has is God given and that it is for the help of those around her. She is truely giving and absolutley wonderful in every way. If it is not obvious then I must say that I love her dearly.

About five years ago during a time when we were losing my grandpa, my mothers father, to cancer. I began having heart difficulties. One day my heart sped up. Like if you were running or really scared. After several weeks I purchased a heart rate monitor to see what was happening when I became nauseous and weak. What I learned through that monitor was alarming. My heart raced day and night holding steady at 130 beats or higher a minute. When i became nauseous and weak it would plummet to 60 and 70. Something was wrong. My heart was breaking because of the thought of losing my grandpa and the year previous losing Jeremy's Daddy. Maybe the heart break was to much. Who knows but the Lord. During this time I wrote a plea to the Lord asking him to please send someone to my side to pray for the sake of my heart. I kept that piece of paper in my wallet for two months. In July my grandpa did pass on. We went to Harrison Arkansas for his funeral. It was a sad yet joyous day. For me it became more than my heart could bear. I couldn't even walk to his graveside service. When we returned to my mothers house that evening I couldn't even change my own clothes. Weakness had filled my whole body. My breathing was extremely laboured. Jeremy and I prayed, at that point that was all we could do. My mother came in to visit with me. She knew I wasn't well but to what extent I'm not sure. That evening she said that she felt the need to pray for me. She apologized for not praying more or sooner. Then she knelt by my side and prayed for the sake of my heart. I was overcome with joy as I realized that my plea had been answered. When she had finished praying I jumped up and ran to my purse to retrieve my wallet. I kept telling her "you don't understand Mom. God answered my prayers. He did Mom He did!" I found the paper and read it to her. I never imagined that my mother would be the one brought to my side. I knew at that point that no matter what happened I would be just fine. The Lord had heard my prayer and answered it completely.

 My mother was a willing servant and I am forever grateful. Prayer, all prayer, whether eloquent in words, simple as a thought , written in words so as to remember, silent, or seemingly feeble they all rest upon the ears of our Mighty Creator and all are answered. Some prayers are answered immediately and some take time. For my mother and I time had to pass. I needed to keep believing and praying. I needed to come to a place were even at the sight of certain  death I continued to pray. My mother needed to feel that pull to pray. I often think that although my heart was failing It was my mothers that needed to be healed. She had wounds from years of thinking that she had failed in prayer and from the fear she felt because she had lost that desire to pray or even a lost hope that her prayers weren't resting upon the ears and heart of her Lord.

 My heart is well and good. It has been ever since that prayer left my mothers mouth and heart. I write this to remind my mother of the power of her prayers. The Lord could have healed me at any moment. He choose my mother to be used in the gift of healing that day and at that moment. I am convinced that it was her willingness and prayer that the Lord desired. The day I wrote that plea I believe he chose her and thankfully she was obedient even though she felt her prayer went no further than her lips. What an amazing Father we have. He heals the sick and the wounded of heart. he works all things out perfectly and for the good of each involved. Was my sick heart any different or worse than the wounded heart of my mother? No, no it wasn't.

Thank you Mom.

My beautiful mom and I at my baby sister Kara's wedding.

She got to walk her down the sand and I got to stand by her side.

What a happy day for us both.

The first among many.

A few days ago I was overly thinking about who would be the first person I would approach for a story of Gods grace and mercy to place on this blog. As I stressed I remembered what Brother Kenneth Herring had recently advised me to do concerning this blog. He told me to pray for and about it. So as I washed the dishes I thought how grateful I would be if the Lord would send me a story. It hadn't been more than an hour when He did just that. There was a knock at my door. It was Brother Lonnie Base. He had been working on our brick mailbox and had came to the door to deliver my mail. I thanked him and asked him how he was feeling. The week before he had been bitten by a brown recluse while working on my mailbox. He said that he was much better and as I glanced where the bite was there was only peeling skin. He told me how he had been bitten before and how the Lord had healed him over night. I then told him about this new blog of mine and would he be interested in sharing his healing with me. He said in a matter of fact way " yes, I have many stores and I'm not afraid to share what the Lord has done for me." The Lord had heard my feeble prayer and sent Brother Lonnie to my door. What a wonderful beginning for this site.

Brother Lonnie Base



I took my phone and walked up to the mailbox where Brother Lonnie was working. I put my phone on voice record and asked him if he minded having a chat with me about the wonderful things the Lord had done for him. He began telling me about the day his wife left him. He said he had been baptised a week when she left. I replied in a shocked voice "a week." Yes, a week was his reply. He continued telling me how at the time his daughter was only nine months old. He said that not long after that the Lord sent him a prophet. The Lord said to him that in not many days that He would give him his daughter to raise. Friends and family not being in this faith had advised him to get a lawyer. They told him that he was going to loose her. He told me that he just believed in what the Lord had promised him. He said that he had a dream about a lion that would roar. When this lion roared the people would run and those that ran were devoured by the lion. He said that in his dream he stood still. The lion would come near him and even open his mouth to swallow him and he remained still. The lion in his stillness drew back. Lonnie received paper from the court about the custody of his daughter. The papers gave him a date to show up in court. Lonnie's daughter was important to him but somehow he forgot about that date and he missed the custody hearing. The next set of papers he received was telling him that his wife had full custody of their daughter and that he was to pay child support. He remained still. He didn't run and try to plead the court. He believed still in what the Lord had spoken and shown him. Just a few days after receiving the last letter his wife brought his daughter over and asked him if he would watch her for a few days until she got back on her feet again. She never returned to pick up their daughter. The Lord had fulfilled his promise. He never had to fight one day in court for his daughter. He was proud to tell me how he now has three grandchildren and how the oldest of his daughters children was named Lonnie after him. I asked him how hard that must have been for his wife to have left only a week after he was baptised. How he must have known the consequences. Not once did his mind rest on what he didn't have. Instead he only spoke of the great and wonderful things that came from what appeared to be such a tragedy. Where others would run and be devoured he had the courage to stand and be tested. The courage and strength to believe and not question. The Lord is faithful.

Brother Lonnie shared with me a few more stories as we chatted over my mailbox. He told me of a time when he had to hold his teething daughter just so or she would cry. He nor she had hardly rested for three days. Tired and weary at 3 in the morning he went to the car to get some oil to anoint his teething daughter. As soon as his finger reached her gums she was relieved of her pain and instantly fell asleep. I made the comment about how he should have anointed her three days prior. We laughed and he said that he was amazed how the Lord could love us being that we are so stubborn. He said that he felt that the Lord must have withheld the thought to anoint her from him. All the same, if he had anointed her three days prior then the story would have been lost. The meaning not as great and the lesson not as memorable.

He shared with me one last story that really hit home. He had been bitten by a brown recluse about a year ago. The bite was on one of his fingers. He said that everyday it continued to get worse. His daughter visiting him didn't pray for him that day but instead that night when she returned home she anointed her finger same as his and prayed for healing. Lonnie said he felt that evening as though something had happened. That next morning his daughter called to ask about his finger. He told her that it began to improve probably about the time that she returned home. She shared with him how she had anointed her finger and prayed for the healing of his finger. I'm struck by the amazing fact of how close they are. How he felt that something was happening about the time that the prayer was going forth. How her finger became his. Beautiful just beautiful.

On this day my half built mailbox became a dinner table. I got to know one of my fellow brethren. I learned a little about him and he learned a little about me. I was shown an endearing spirit that has weathered many storms but chooses to see them not as storms but as a blessings. I'm thankful to the Lord to cause a set of circumstances that through the knocking over of our mailbox would allow me to meet and get to know this man who God had sent to my door.

My middle daughter Lillian Marie talking Poor Lonnie's ear off.

Lonnie had the kids put together a small little time capsule that he put in the top of the mailbox.

It's likely that because of the position of this mailbox that in the future someone will once again knock it over. When they do there will be a little treasure for them to find. Scotlyn Grace my littlest needed some help seeing the top where the treasure is now hidden.

I won't always have pictures to go with these posts but thankfully today I do.

In search of stories of faith

I find myself in search of something that seems to be drifting away. My husband and I talk of it. My family and brethren talk of it. I seen it posted on facebook not to long ago. It's that old time faith and family that created an atmosphere of peace and joy. It's church outside of church.  It's sitting at the dinner table after a meal with brethren, old worn bibles cracked open and a  testimony of  healing and miracles or a chance meeting with an angel. I'm not saying that it doesn't exist anymore, please don't get your feelings hurt. I'm only saying that our lives have changed dramatically in the last 20 or so years. We are in constant contact with phones, computers, televisions that have more than 3 channels, jobs to meet today's standard of living, children in every sport and activity. I'm afraid it has left us with little to no time to nurture our relationships with our brethren. Little time is left to just sit and speak of the wonders of the Lord. I can't live this faith with out my brethren and I don't think you can either. I want a place to go where those stories of faith, miracles, love, and praise are at my fingertips. I don't know all the brethren but I want to. When someone says to me "do you know that sister so and so" I want to be able to reply "YES." This is created out of a need for my heart to hear the brethren's stories first hand and to keep them as living testimonies for my children. Yes I know we have several books and they are wonderful, encouraging, and miraculous. Today I read a facebook post of a sister in need of a hug. I hope this place can provide that hug. I hope that when I feel sad or I have a  lack of faith or some unbelief creeping in that the stories of my fellow brethren will lift me up and carry me forward. I hope to get to know all of you. So if you have a story of faith, love, healing, miracles, what ever it is that All Mighty God has done for you and you want to share it with others please, please facebook me, email me, call me, text me, write me.  My number and address is in the Oklahoma City Area Church Directory 19th edition. My email is on this blogs profile, up in the left hand corner (your left) and I'm there on facebook. If you don't call me eventually I will call you. I hope to get to know each and everyone of you. Please go to the left and follow, it takes only a minute. You might need to have a google account but all that is is an email and a password. Please go through the trouble of following so that every time you open up your email or browser this blog will be there for you to read.