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Mid-Week Message by
Traci Carson
"Divine Intervention" ******************************************************************* The Almighty, all wise God, in His kindness, love, and forgiveness, has invited us to become partakers with Him, in the dispensing of His great affairs (2)Cor.6:1a). Every member of our being is to be yielded and crucified afresh. We must hold steady for there are great things ahead for us. My childhood is full of wonderful memories. I grew up in what I would call a loving and exciting family lifestyle. We were very active in water and snow skiing, camping, boating, motorcycle riding and horse riding. As a young woman my family talked with me about being a model, and I agreed. I began modeling swimsuits and sportswear with celebrities such as Mark Spitz, the Olympic swimmer for the United States and John Sinclair who was an up and coming Olympic runner. As a young woman, I became very impressed with such people. I personally met Cheryl Teigs who was the top model in the 70's, and was greatly influenced by her life. I began doing spot commercials here and there on KATU Channel Two, and since my father was once a newscaster on KPTV Channel 12, the door was open for me to start an Aerobics program on KPTV. My career in modeling and aerobics was taking off - I had visions of grandeur! However, God has other plans for me... A few months later I was in a horrific horse accident that killed my career. It was while I was riding on some trails in Molalla , Oregon , that my horse who was green broke (not completely trained) reared over on top of me, cracking my pelvic, tailbone, and crushing my right foot. Needless to say, I was a mess. Those who were with me placed me back on one of their horses and we rode all the way down the mountain to the truck. The pain was horrible and the ride to the hospital seemed like a life time! My stay in the hospital was long, due to reconstructive surgery, and their concern about the elevation of my leg. After a few months of lying in my bed as the doctors ordered Converse and Hinds Sports Wear showed up at my door step wanting to know how long it would be before I would be able to model again. I couldn't believe what I said, "I'm not coming back." I dumped everything down the drain! Why? Truly, I believe it was the Holy Spirit speaking to my heart at that moment, and out of the abundance of my heart, my mouth spoke. I didn't know the Holy Spirit like I do now, but He sure knew me. The accident wasn't that big of deal for me. I didn't have a defeated attitude about it, for I knew I would heal completely. The doctors told me I would never walk correctly, nor run or dance again without much difficulty. I never accepted that lie. I praise the Lord for His healing power, because they were wrong! Something inside of me told me this career was not for me. I felt a grieving deep within me most of the time. At that time I had no understanding about the things of God; but looking back I certainly can see that the unction from the Holy One was rubbing sand paper all over me. That spiritual sand paper kept me just agitated enough that I had to change careers. Years went by, and I changed careers, relationships and cities like a hobo changes box cars. The Lord sent gathering angels in my life to gather up and take away those things that were destroying me, and to gather up and bring into my life those things that would draw me close to Him. Many things, many people came and went in my life. Abusive relationships, deaths, losses - so many losses. It wasn't until I had no choice but to choose God that my life changed. I was shot with His spiritual stun gun that left me in a state of mind where He could minister to me. All of this happened because of those who stood in the gap, praying for me. Nothing happens without prayer. "Where can I go from Your Spirit? Or where can I flee from Your Presence? If I ascend into heaven, You are there; if I make my bed in hell, behold, You are there. If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the most utter parts of the seas, even there Your hand shall lead me, and Your right hand shall hold me." (Ps.139:7-10) As time went on, and situations became worse, calamities and abuse increasing, the Lord began creating within me a "Divine disturbance." Doors were slamming shut in Eastern Oregon, and opening wide for me to come home to the valley in Clackamas , Oregon . I wept as I left the Eagle Cap Mountains , and made a strong proclamation that I would be back when I was able; however, something deep within me knew that God had different plans. He always does. I would like to go back a few years before my short modeling / television career. I met my first husband at a very young and impressionable age; he was twenty one and I was sixteen. I loved the Lord so much. As a young woman I can remember kissing the Word of God, and lying in my room with my hands rose to Him in complete adoration, reverence, such deep love, and faith that only a child at that age can experience. I can remember the Lord opening my spiritual sight at the age of nine and I saw my personal angel standing in my doorway watching over me. The Lord shared with me dreams of the end times that I did not understand, but I prayed to the best of my ability at that age. The adversary sees such things, and his assignment is to destroy the vessel in which the Lord desires to use. If he can destroy their life by bringing calamity, sickness, destruction, and humiliation, he can kill any prospect of ministry for he knows most people have a tendency to hold ones past against them. They say they believe in God's redemption, but their actions speak louder than their words ever do. My pastor, parents, sisters and others tried very hard to talk me out of marrying this young man, but I was determined that nothing would stop me. However, the Lords conviction began working on me, and I found myself praying for the strength to break off the engagement. I chose to do this at his house - very foolish. He did not accept me breaking up with him at all, so he proceeded in raping me. I was a virgin who desired to wait for marriage. Pleasing God and my husband was first and foremost in my life. After he was done, he told me that no other man would want me because I had now been with another man. My parents raised me to believe that being a virgin for my husband was something highly esteemed by the man I was to marry. Hmmm, whatever happened to those days? So I married him, thinking that no one else would want me because I was damaged goods. My goodness, if my daddy knew such thoughts were in my head he would have stopped the wedding with a shot gun. This man was horribly abusive. There was not a day that went by that he didn't find something to gripe about. Sadly, my relationship with the Lord slowly diminished. My whole world wrapped around this man. I didn't see much of my friends anymore, and I had no life outside of his. When I became pregnant he was extremely jealous of our baby; so much so, that when he beat me up he yelled at the womb and said, "I hate that baby; you love that baby more than you love me!" My child died in my womb, and I had to wait for a couple of weeks for my baby to abort at five months. I can't describe to you what it is like to know you’re pregnant with a dead baby in your womb, and you have to wait for the birth of that baby. You experience the birth contractions and all, and have nothing to show for it. These are things that I kept from my family because I didn't want them to know I had failed so severely in my choice for a husband. They knew about the miscarriages, but they didn't know how they happened. All together I had four miscarriages, with one of those conceptions being twins. I loved children so much. I had wonderful parents who inspired me. All I ever wanted was to be a wife and mother, and give my children the love that was given me. I began having physical complications, so the Doctor talked with me about having my tubes tied. At that time I was so numb to all the abuse that I whole heartily agreed with the Doctor. I didn't plan on a divorce, and the thought of having children with this man was not a dream of mine anymore. Resentment set in, and I became very angry against this man. So much anger, that when he backed me into a corner in the kitchen I took a kitchen knife and went after him. He was pressed up against the wall; his 6'2", 210 pound stature, compared to my 5'7" 113 pound stature (bulimic - eating disorder), and I stabbed the wall next to him over and over again yelling out at him, "I WILL KILL YOU!" Things actually became better after that for awhile, the longest while I had experienced in a very long time. I decided to look for a job. He didn't want me to work of course because he didn't have control of me at work. But I talked him into allowing me to work outside of the home. I loved sports, so I decided to check out the health clubs and apply as an aerobic instructor. The first place I applied hired me immediately! I was so excited, and couldn't wait to tell my husband about it. He laughed at me, "You, an instructor? You’re too shy - no way!" I proved him wrong, and this greatly angered him. At this job, my spirit and self confidence was lifted, and the eating disorder stopped for a season. I loved people, and looked forward to seeing them everyday. This one particular day my husband asked me to stay home with him. I told him I couldn't do that because there was no one to take my place. He then demanded that I call them and tell them I was not coming in. So I called and told them. Their response was exactly what I thought it would be. It really put them in a bind. So I told them I would be in. When I hung up the phone, I was caught off guard by my husband picking me up over his head and throwing me down on the floor like a rag doll. He drew back his fist and slugged me in the ribs, and then he lifted me up and slammed me back down on the floor once again. I pleaded with him to stop, but to no avail. When he finished he began to freak out at what he had done and begged me not to tell my dad. I pleaded with him to call the ambulance, but he told me he could not because he would be arrested. He began to pick me up. I pleaded with him not to because I felt something terribly wrong with my rib section and my neck. He didn't listen. He picked me up and laid me on the couch. The pain was almost unbearable! When I look back on all of this I realize this poor man is mentally sick, because what he did next will shock you. He raped me. For days I could hardly breathe. Every time I took a breath it felt as if a knife was going into my ribs and chest, plus I could hear this gurgling sound. My mother called to talk with me and I sounded like I was dying. She told me to go in to the Doctor and see what was wrong. Of course I knew what it was but my husband wouldn't take me in. He was terrified, and rightly he should have been. The Lord's hand was upon me. A week went by before I was finally able to sneak away to the hospital. They x-rayed me and told me I had a broken rib and a punctured lung. Of course they asked what happened to me, and of course like any good abused wife, I lied. They didn't believe my story and gave me a crises hot-line number to call the next time I was hit. I acted like they totally missed it, and walked out. Another week went by and I was able to get around a little better. I asked my husband if I could go grocery shopping, and he said yes. He pulled out $150.00 cash and gave it to me. Again, this was God. Normally he would have never given that much cash to me. I had also saved up $80.00 from each time I went shopping. I would take a calculator with me and add up everything to the last penny, leaving me $5.00 extra to add to my savings. No, it wasn't very much money, but I had not planned on leaving when I did. I left him and went home to my parents never to return. There is much more that happened after that. Too much, it would surely take a book to tell all. You know, no one knows exactly if they are an overcomer, not until they have something to overcome. The Christian faith has no lasting value and purpose if there is no need for redemption. Our fallen state is easily recognized when we have sinned openly for everyone to see. Divorce is something that everyone sees, and it scars deeply, and for those who lack spiritual knowledge it creates a curse that must be broken (Hosea 4:6). Many times man joins marriage together rather than God joining them together. The Word of God clearly states that we should not be unequally yoked (2 Cor.6:14). What God joins together is precious, of one accord, and a covenant that must never be broken. When Gary and I joined together in Holy matrimony, God was definitely INVOLVED in our covenant. We joined together in Him, not ourselves. Often, a man and woman meet, fall into lust, jump into bed, try each other on for a season and then say, "Hey, lets get hitched!" God never did join them together. He never was nor ever will be in the "Wham, bam, thank you mam, or even the "Let's live together for awhile and see if it works or not," concept. What I am saying here is pointing just as much to the old woman who has died to self, and is living for Christ (Col.3:9,10). So if there are people who read this and wonder who in the world this goody two shoes is to say such things - I am a woman WHO WAS SAVED BY GRACE, and now am so grateful, that I wouldn't dare spit on His grace. Sometimes we have to let people run into the wall and self destruct. This is difficult to do, especially when you have been there and done that. We shouldn't be indifferent when we see people turn down Godly advice to walk their own path of pain and death. Some overcome, and then there are others who remain spiritually dead by choice. Those who remain spiritually dead by choice, "gotta have their freedom," which is commonly heard in the spirit realm. Yet, you see the wistful look in their eyes when they turn toward their endless road of destruction. Will they overcome? That choice is their choice, not ours. The enemy greatly fears when he realizes that God is illuminating our understanding and quickening our faith, that we may appropriate the grace that we need from moment to moment. He tries all he can to keep us from being quickened to the truth. In great attempts he tries to keep us blinded and deafened so that the things of God may seem unreal and powerless. Our Father desires that we realize it is not an insignificant thing to be able to plead the blood of Jesus upon our lives and be set free from all curses. There is great power in the blood of Christ Jesus! What precious depths of power and meaning open up to us as all shallow conceptions are washed away by His precious blood. After my first marriage and following after that, my short lived modeling career, and the many years following that would take a book to tell of all the incredibly painful, outstandingly stupid, and ridiculous routes that were chosen, "the Lord led me forth into a large open place" (2 Samuel 22:17-20 - this place was the beginning of my deliverance). By the Lord's hand I was moved to Eastern Oregon where He would draw me close to Him once again. I have chosen not to go into all the painful and ridiculous avenues involved in my propelling life towards destruction because wisdom dictates that I not go there. So I have left out many details that may leave allot of unanswered questions that is between God and me until His further instruction. Driving through the Eastern Oregon high desert is absolutely breathtaking. The smells, those invigorating smells that accent everything like spices compliment a fabulous meal. It smells of cows, horses, mountain flowers, and fresh cut hay, not to mention the beautiful high country rocky mountains. These sweet things tip the cup of my memories like the tips of the mountains, catching the sun, and their snowy peaks with the fading pink tinge like the tops of fireweed after a hard frost. How could one not believe in the all powerful Master Artist, the Holy Creator, who makes no idle strokes as He mixes colors so perfectly, moving in vital creativity, bringing every stroke into complete wholeness? His creation can bring forth poetry in anyone who is around it for very long. My eyes close as I breathe in the sweet essence of beauty surrounding me. Joseph Oregon is one of the tools the Lord used to heal my broken heart. My first week in Joseph was not exactly what I had imagined. I was accused of being a squatter, a vagabond who decided to make a temporary home out of someone else's property - and well... they were right. I was camped on someone's property who allowed it. However, those in this small town didn't like it none. Parked on the corner of this dirt road with my three dogs, two horses, and cat, (envision the sight if you will) people would come down that dirt road like a bat out of a cave leaving so much dust on us that we ate dirt for days. Finally, this couple had compassion on us and stopped and introduced themselves. We got along tremendously and they invited me to stay on their property rent free, but in exchange helping repair fences, feed the calves, and so on and so forth until I found a job. God is so good - they were Christians! This was not the parsonage that I wrote about in the first part of this series. During that period of time I was staying between Joseph in the summer and Baker City in the winter where that small Baptist church was. It was while in Joseph I had no running water, no electricity, and limited propane heat from the stove for making coffee and breakfast that was only allowed to get the frost off everything when I first got up. It gets mighty cold in the high desert mountains! Believe it or not, I loved this life style. My butt had been pampered my whole life, that going through these hard times was something that I grasped like a baby holds tightly to a bottle. I savored every bittersweet moment. Someone told me about a job opening at a dude ranch outside of Joseph. So I jumped in my truck and drove to this place where they hired me immediately after I saddled up around 40 horses in less than an hour. I can't recall the exact number, but it was a bunch! They paid for my food, fed my horses, washed my clothes and offered me a place to sleep, but I chose to stay in Joseph because of my dogs and cat. Everything was paid for, plus tips from the dudes (customers). My first month was taking people for one to four hour rides. I can remember saying the same words over and over again to the dudes that rented the horses, "Pick their head up and give em a kick." Ugh, it was tiring to see these people allow the horses to eat grass along the trails and say the same thing over to them 50 times in one hour. I did this six days a week, 10 hours a day. My boss had compassion on me. He took me from that repetitive ennui, and placed me on the pack trips. On these trips I would cook, guide, and pamper the customers. I loved this job! So many wonderful people who were like children with a chocolate bar for the first time. I can't express what its like to see stressed out people begin to melt with peace that only God's ingenuity could ever accomplish. God began to draw me close to His breasts (Job 21:24 okj). I fed on every Word that He spoke to me from His heart. The trips I loved the most became those called, "Drop Camps." These are where the people ride in on horses, and you pack in on the mules everything they need. These trips were just the horses, mules, my dogs, God and I after we dropped off the dudes and their camp gear. Then I would hitch the horses and mules together and head back home. The Holy Spirit and I would talk and talk as we rode together in the Eagle Cap Mountains . Sometimes I would have as much as 12 head on a string (horses and mules on a lead) - it was so cool, like I was in one of those western movies that I had watched and fantasized about all my life! Except, I was living and experiencing it! The total hours on horse back would be 14 - 15 hours a day. My first few pack trips as you may guess were very rough on a tender behind, back, and feet. Johnson's baby cream and baby powder had a whole new meaning to me. Praise God that He created our bodies to attain its shape again just as fast as we lose it! - At least it works that way at 28 years of age. Horse Shoe Lake was my favorite spot to rest before riding on down the mountain. I felt so close to heaven, as if I could reach up and stick my hand right into the heart of Abba Father. This life was heaven to me. I can remember one day in particular where I cried out to God that this life would never end! In fact I said to Him, "Lord, I would rather die than ever leave these mountains." So my Father, being the faithful, loving God that He is, answered my cry (Rom.6:8; John 12:24; Mark 8:24). It was soon after that, a spiritual billow came in and blew me out of the Eagle Caps on into the Northwest Valley (Jonah 2:10). Even though Joseph Oregon was not a whale experience for me, it was for someone in Tualatin Oregon who was praying for his future wife to come home. Gary had been single for 17 years. He stood in faith believing that God would bring into his life a godly woman. The Lord had to do something quickly, and that is exactly what He did. Everything happened so fast that my head was still spinning when I arrived in Clackamas Oregon . My Boss and his wife were greatly disappointed when I left, for they had high hopes of me staying. God had other plans for me, plans that I knew not. I continued going back to Joseph off and on as much as I could, helping out at the ranch until I met my husband Gary, four years later. There is a Scripture in 1 Cor.2:9 that reads, "Eye has not seen, nor ear heard... the things which God has prepared for them that love Him." I think about that Scripture often, and what it has meant to me. If we will give ourselves to God and His purposes, things we have never seen, heard of, or even imagined will be waiting for us. My first week back in the valley was dreadful. I was lonely, home sick, and felt like a complete stranger to my own home town where I grew up. My style and demeanor had changed. The way I looked at life, and those around me were very different. I had a rough edge about me that God was definitely going to break off. You see, many times the Lord will use our situations as carving tools. As a child I was so shy, so sensitive, and easily pushed around. Through my experiences, I became a woman that was able to stand in the face of fierce opposition and not back down; however, God had to chip some rough edges off in order to get me to the place where I would receive a man like Gary . I was used to being abused and treated like a piece of meat, and Gary was a gentle-man that would treat me like a lady. It's a strange thing, but when someone is abused, they are attracted to abuse. It is a spirit that is assigned to them, and if they are not delivered they will continue to be attracted to abusive situations. If a person treats them nice, they will reject them, and run to someone who will abuse them. It is a demonic spirit that must be cast out, and then overcome by renewing the mind (Rom.12:2)! Just before I met Gary I was dating a Christian man that told me how much he loved the Lord, and only wanted to please the Lord, blah, blah, blah... Anyway, I invited him to come with me on my vacation to the Eagle Cap Mountains , and he received the invitation. With the horses being pulled behind the truck, it takes seven hours to get there, and then it’s a four hour ride up into the mountains to get to the cabins where my friend Harry lived. Evidently, this so called Christian thought there would be some hanky panky along the way. No, I was extremely serious about my walk with the Lord, so my thoughts were NOT where his were. When we finally arrived at the cabins we were exhausted and crashed for the night - him on his bed, and me on mine. The next morning when we awakened, we went on up to my old friend Harry's cabin and had breakfast. My so called Christian date was extremely agitated, and quite frankly, rude to my friend Harry. After breakfast we went back to the cabin to clean up. By this time I knew in my heart this man was NOT what I was looking for. I asked him for privacy so I could change my clothes and he rudely walked out the door and slammed it shut. I thought, "Where do I get these guys?" So there I am changing my clothes when he walks back in unannounced. I screamed at him to shut the door! He then swears a few choice words, and threw fowl accusations at me. That did it! I finished dressing and came out of that cabin so fast he lost color for a moment. "Pack up, we are going back home." He came over to where I was standing and said, "You've got to be kidding?" I looked him straight in the eyes and said, "Nope." That was the longest, most agonizing ride home I believe both of us had ever experienced. It was during this time that I was very involved in a Spirit-filled church in Portland Oregon . It was here that one of the pastors recognized the call on my life, and began to disciple me. This man influenced me greatly and taught me how to stir up the gifts that God had given me. What really touched me, and encouraged me is he believed in me enough to have me teach his class when he left town. I have to admit, I did horrible, but either he was a great actor, or completely blinded by God's love and faith. This wonderful man, God chose to eventually marry Gary and myself. My goodness, when one looks back at all the work of God's ministering angels, it makes a person stand awestruck at His incredible ingenuity. I became involved in many different things in this church. So hungry, so very hungry for the things of God. Not understanding what I should do. I joined a Christian motorcycle club, and was so busy working for the kingdom that I began to lose sight of God. I have ridden motorcycles my whole life. My dad at one time was a motorcycle cop, and my family owns a couple of Harley shops in Oregon and Washington, so this was not something new to me; however, something got a hold of me and I couldn't explain it, but I knew this much - I was in the FLESH. God soon intervened and asked me to sell everything I had that was associated with motorcycles. In obedience and great love for Him, I did just that. During all of this merry-go-round, I met a customer from my work place that would introduce me to Gary . In fact, he knew about me going up into the mountains with this so-called Christian guy that I told you about earlier. He was shocked when I was back to work so quickly. I was to be gone for a week, but instead I was gone two days. When I told him my story he said, "Hmm, I should have you meet my friend, Reverend Gary Carson." It took four months for that suggestion to come into action. The hunger of the Lord was so strong within me that I dropped out of life for a season. I stopped riding horses, sky-diving, water-skiing, motorcycle riding, hiking, meetings, and running with friends and family. I was still involved in ministry at my church, but I chose only what my pastor at that time assigned me to do - nothing else. My life was consumed with Jesus. The moment I came home from work I was on my face before the Lord, reading His Word, seeking His heart and face, searching for answers that no one was able to give me, but the Lord Himself. My family was stunned by my lack of interest in summer time events. It was 90 degrees outside and I chose to stay home in my un-air-conditioned apartment to seek the face of God. This one day in particular, I came home from work extremely tired, so I laid down for nap. I had just laid my head on the pillow when I heard an audible voice above me say, "Press into Me." I jumped out of bed and ran around my apartment like the Shulamite woman from Song of Solomon. "I opened for my beloved, but my beloved had turned away and was gone. My heart leaped up when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer. The watchmen (Prophet) who went about the city found me. They struck me, they wounded me (The prophet has a way of cutting through fantasy on into the reality of things. This often will strike and wound a person’s imagination which has exalted itself against God); the keepers of the walls took my veil away (spiritual sight being opened). (SOS 5:6,7) Shortly after this episode the Lord brought Gary, who is a watchman, into my life to explain what God was doing to me. I praise the Lord for bringing him to me when He did, because what I was given by those who had no spiritual understanding was very confusing. I do not condemn them, nor do I look down at them. God used these people to touch me at that time in my life whereas if I had met Gary at that time I would have choked on the meat. The Lord was now drawing me deeper unto Himself. This is called "sequestered," a place where God draws you apart to Himself. I was so lovesick that I became nauseated by anything that was not of Him. His breath, His very life was so tangible and precious to me that anyone or anything that attempted to come between us was immediately cut off by my zealousness, and His jealousy. God had provided a table for me, and I was eating and drinking abundantly - (SOS 5:1) God has provided a table for each one of His people. He has been and is continuing to awaken His bride with His calling. Some of you are experiencing doors shutting, while others are experiencing doors opening. Some are waiting, while others are disregarding. Others have waited and God has opened the door to spiritual blessings that are pouring forth to His faithful who have waited and persevered. Those who are still waiting need to be careful not to disregard what God is asking of them. And for those who have waited and are being blessed by open heavens, they need to be careful not to look down upon those who are still waiting. Often, not always, but often times the longer the wait, the sweeter the blessing. Those who wait through the adversity, ignorance, humiliation, lies, gossip, and persecution from others, and keep their mouth shut as Jesus did (Is.53:7) will come out with a greater measure of faith (Rom.12:3) than those who were used by the adversary to carve the faithful into the image of Christ. If we want to be remarkable people, then we must be re-makable people. We must understand that these are the ways of God. When we study the Word of God we can surely see for ourselves that humiliation in the beginning is the platform for all of God's great leaders. Why do we expect the trials of today to be different than they were yesterday? Why would we think the testings of God would be less severe (1 Cor.3:13; Ex.20:20; Ps.11:4; 7:9)? The Lord proves all things, all persons, and there are many areas in each one of our lives that the Lord has not yet touched. The days ahead call for great endurance and more robust faith than has ever been needed before. This is the time to apply our hearts to wisdom, and to transcend every other aim, and understand that any other good that comes out of a pressure period is an added blessing that should raise a joyful praise within us towards God. The fool does not discern the value of Gods workings. But the practiced eye knows the true worth of a gem and will not back up from God's processing's. Notice, I said processing's. The processing's of God never end until we are taken up into heaven and stay there for eternity. As I close out this series, I would like to point out how each one of our lives create within us the person that we are today. God can, and does take what satan meant for evil and turns it for good. He will not allow those who stand in the righteousness of Christ Jesus to be put to shame. God has given each of us ministering angels to gather in, and gather out. We need to be sensitive and discerning to know what is Him, and what is not. We also need to understand that God has given us a choice. He is gentle. He will not push anything on us that we will not allow. For years I must have looked like a failure to my friends and family as I went here and there, but never finished what I started. I did allot of things, and went to allot of different places, but never finished. Looking back, I realize all the while, my heart was after God. I was so unhappy with my choices that He was able to turn me here and turn me there as I yielded to His purpose. It may have taken a few years to get me there, but in His faithfulness, and my weakness, He was able to accomplish what He willed.
In Christ's Love, Rev. Traci Carson * * * * * * * * * * * * * "What I am today is not what I was yesterday, and what I will be tomorrow is not at all what I am today." Traci Carson * * * * * * * * * * * * * Voice of the Trumpet Ministries Proclaiming The Voice of The Living God
Rev.'s Gary and Traci Carson
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