We teach people about you, we get the word out. How is it that some have doubt? In times like these what are we to do? Deep within us we know your word is true.
Help us, guide us, tell us what to say. Jesus we need you to go before us and make the way. I know that I am a bit of a Jesus freak. Fill my mouth with your words as I begin to speak.
For me to believe in you is as easy as each breath I take. As I bring your word to the millions out there help their ground to shake. Help me to always follow your guidance and not to make a mistake. I put myself in your hands. I am your vessel, here I am to obey your command.
I give unto you all that I am, make me into what you want me to be. Teach me how to help others see. As your spirit guides my footsteps and I begin to teach Lead me to the place I need to be so that millions I will be able to reach.
Jesus what I ask you above all. Please help me stand and don’t let me fall. I want you to know that my love for you is real. Here I am ready and waiting to do your will.
I am 44 years old and my spouse is Darrell Counts, we met when we were in High School and started dating when I was 16 and he was 19. We were married when I was 18 and he was 22. We have some great times and some very sad times, but with the help of our savior Jesus Christ we are getting through. I have bee attending college for several years now, I have an Associates Degree in Business Administration w/c in Computer Information Systems. I currently attend Everest University working toward a Bachelor of Science Degree in Computer Programming and I am currently looking for work. My hobbies are writing Christian Poetry (I have one book published "Walkng in God's Love" and another book finished; but not published yet. I enjoy reading a good Christian novel and watching Christian based movies like Courageous, the Grace Card. I love bowling and going out to a good movie with the hubby or friends. My main goal in life is to serve my Savior to the best of my ability and to make a difference in everything I do for his glory, not mine!
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