tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545547098571843543.post1918289456195748475..comments2011-02-02T20:52:18.408-05:00Comments on On The Chaise Lounge: When Sunday ComesMileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05921300418755268804noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545547098571843543.post-35783328346646251092010-08-30T22:55:50.512-04:002010-08-30T22:55:50.512-04:00The guest pastor at my church said this on Sunday,...The guest pastor at my church said this on Sunday, "Don't tell God how big your problems are, tell your problems how big your God is."Jinanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545547098571843543.post-90486485576926786962010-08-30T10:22:16.856-04:002010-08-30T10:22:16.856-04:00What an uplifting blog. I so needed this the other...What an uplifting blog. I so needed this the other day. There is nothing and I do mean nothing in this world like knowing you God looking over you. He's able to provide, comfort and love you like no other. <br /><br />I was also a child that grew up in the church. From as early as 6 yrs. old I can remember getting up in the choir stands and singing my little heart out to the Lord. Being raised in the church gave me a solid foundation in my faith. I don't consider myself a holy roller but I do believe in Jesus and that He loves us ALL in spite of our sins. <br /><br />Knowing I can lean and depend on Him makes everything alright. <br /><br />Daryl Coley (who sings "When Sunday Comes") is my favorite male gospel artist and his voice is a healing to my soul when I'm down and out. But the best thing about believing in God is knowing that although tough times may come and obstacles may come and try to block my way...I've already won the race. <br /><br />Thanks Mr. Miles...this was truly a needed word.Tisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545547098571843543.post-85387542643544280422010-08-27T13:12:19.328-04:002010-08-27T13:12:19.328-04:00This was particularly refreshing. I wasn’t raised...This was particularly refreshing. I wasn’t raised in the church. My father…he only goes to church for funerals. My mother, although she was raised in the church, her life here in Virginia, including our childhood, has been so crazy. She tried a number of times to “get involved” with a church here and there, but there was always some type of drama that kept her from joining and kept us from getting involved and learning. That is one of the reasons I enjoyed my education at Marymount; religion was central to the learning environment. <br /><br />I think it’s awesome your expression about turning and talking to God and being able to release…and I will share real quick that I was always the type of person who would say, “You don’t need to go to church, you can worship at your house.” My ex-husband hated that. He said to me one day after we finished a dispute about me going to church with him: “watch, one day soon God is going to show you. He’s going to test you. He’s going to show you April.” Then, a week later, he suffered a massive 9mm cerebral aneurysm, followed by multiple strokes and severe vasospasm. He was unresponsive for 2 months and in the NSICU. That was the hardest time in my life, I have to say. We had our beef, but I didn’t want him to die and I didn’t want my son without a father. The hospital would call me at night and say that they thought it was going to be his last night so they’d ask me to come. I would go and sit by his bed, I’d talk to him, try to give him my strength to keep fighting, talk about our son, and most importantly: I PRAYED with him. I had people from his church come pray over him, Rev. Lee (Ebenezer, Ft. Washington), and two women, Stella and Michelle. Michelle gave me a prayer cloth to drape around his head, Stella told me to read Psalms 91 to him with conviction every day and to anoint him with oil. She also told me not to cry around him. I had nothing more to do, no doctor could help, my mother couldn’t help, my father couldn’t help. The only person I had was God. That experience changed me. I see the world so differently. He’s alive today, getting on my LAST NERVE, and every says because of the way I would pray with and for him and how diligent I was in doing so.<br /><br />I don’t go to church, although I wish I did. I joined a church in Stafford when he was released and attended regularly, was active, writing grants for them, doing much…but, I allowed the pastor to piss me off and I haven’t been back. I’m looking for a new church and your post just spoke to me because I said that the other day, “I need to find a church.” And let it fall by the wayside. This was right on time, Steve-O. Thank you. I’m going to church on Sunday. Don’t know where, but I am.A.J.https://www.blogger.com/profile/17412524448998210882noreply@blogger.com