When I Get To Heaven...

One of my favorite things is helping every Sunday in Children's Church. I love singing the songs, listening to the preaching, and being with the boys and girls.

One of the songs we sing is -

 

When I get to Heaven, gonna walk with Jesus.

When I get to Heaven, gonna see His face.

When I get to Heaven, gonna talk with Jesus.

Saved by His wonderful grace.

Because I'm saved, saved, wonderfully saved.

Washed in the blood of the Lamb.

Saved, saved, wonderfully saved.

And I'M SO GLAD I AM.

HALLELUJAH!

Every time we sing this song, I think of a Bearing Precious Seed missionary by the name of Carlos Demarest who is now in Heaven. On our first missionary trip to Mexico, we went down into Mexico on a bus with over 20 other missionaries, preachers, Bible students, etc. Carlos Demarest was in charge of the trip.

It was amazing watching him and his love for the souls of lost people. I'm sure there our  countless people in Heaven, because of Bro. Demarest's testimony, witnessing, passing out tracts and Bibles, and preaching.

 

The reason this song always brings back memories is when we were on the trip and stopped to eat somewhere, we would sing this song in the restaurant before we prayed and ordered our food.

 

Also, one of Bro. Demarest's favorite sayings was "Praise God! and shame on the devil!" He was a great influence in my husband becoming a Bearing Precious Seed missionary. I'm sure Bro. Demarest and my husband had a great reunion in Heaven.

El Paso, Texas 1986
Getting ready to go into Mexico on our first mission trip. Jerry and I are the
"young" looking couple on the front row on the left.
Behind us is the old bus we traveled on down into Mexico. We would stay
down in the country for about 3 nights and 4 days. The women would
sleep on the bus and the men would have to sleep anywhere they could find.
Also we had one toilet on the bus and we were in a country
where you couldn't use the water or eat the food.  Carlos Demarest's wife, Martha, would cook our meals on the bus.

But what a blessing!!
We would go into the little villages where maybe one building would have electricity. We would run an extension and show "The Burning Hell" in Spanish.
So many people would come forward at the end and give their hearts to Jesus.
Great Memories.
 

Moving Day

After a lot of prayers, I decided I needed to move to a new home.

I knew that financially it would be a good decision, but I also  felt I needed new surroundings.

Moving is always hard. Especially the older I get. My body isn't as strong as it use to be. In my mind I can do anything, but physically, I didn't know my body could hurt so many ways.

 

As with each home we lived in, there were so many memories. As I said good-bye to the old house, I thought of the last couple of years. I always try to think of the good times. I remember laughter from grandchildren, Sunday night parties, having friends and relatives visit. I remember the special time that Jerry and I shared together before his home going.

 

I am so thankful for all of God's wonderful blessings and for all the people who helped me move.

 

This was the 19th time to move in my lifetime. That's a lot of moves.

 

One day I'm going to move and I'm not going to have to pack or worry about getting rid of anything.

I'm going to leave that job for my family, because I'm going to be moving on up.

 

My forwarding address will be Hallelujah Square. What a great moving day that will be.