I have been praying and asking the Lord to help me find the words to tell people how much my life has changed. He brought back a memory from my childhood when I was seven years old.
My family and I lived in a house with a big front yard where stray dogs often wandered in looking for food and a place to lie down. Usually a grown-up would run them out of the yard, but one day I was out in the yard when a dog came walking in real slow. Its head was down, and it didn’t get too far when it finally stopped and lay itself down. I walked over to him and his poor body was bleeding and raw. Even his face was bleeding.
I went into the house and got some water. My dad came out to see what I was doing. I thought he would make the dog get up and leave our yard; but instead he bent down and looked at it and he told me the dog had the mange real bad. He said, “I think he will make it if we doctor him up.” So he got an old sheet and picked that old sick dog up and carried it back to our shed in the back yard.
He took coal oil and rubbed it all over the dog and gave him food and water. Every day we fed and watered the dog. My dad kept rubbing that oil on his tore up body and he finally got well.
Oh Lord, that is the way I was when I was searching for the truth. My sins, and my guilt for them--was like the mange. I was tired from searching everywhere and not finding peace in my soul; I hungered for the word of God and the baptism of the holy Ghost.
I praise God for His mercy and His Love and the saints for their love of God and His people, and for Pastor John, the anointed one for all of us to learn and praise and worship Jesus our Savior. Jesus, my Father cleansed me and blessed me and I am forever His! Praise God!
Wanda
