 Lead singer of the band Flyleaf, Lacey Mosley, tells her amazing story of grace and healing
Mosley, born in Texas, 1981, grew up in a fatherless household with 5 siblings, leading to a tumultuous life of drugs, anger and depression. When a fight she had with her mother led to the police being called, teenaged Mosley was forced to move out and live with her grandparents in Mississippi. Completely cut off from her old life, she hit rock bottom, beginning plans for suicide. Mosley's grandmother saw the girl's distress and pleaded for her to attend church. That first church service changed Mosley's life forever. |
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Finding Hope in the Storms of Life |
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Transcribed from Testimony tape. By Pam Whitley I always like to start out by making sure everyone knows that I'm one of those GRITS girls....Girls Raised In The South…and I am telling you that for a reason. Even though I've lost most of my accent, and believe me I have, because when I first moved to Oklahoma, people would say things like “let me hear you say so and so again. Then they'd practically roll in the floor laughing when I said whatever. So even though I've lost most of my accent, I still use different terms for things than some of my Oklahoma friends do. For example, they go out and start their cars; I crank mine. They go to the grocery store and find a parking place, I find a park. They go into the grocery store and get a shopping cart; I get a buggy! By the way, just for my own information, how many of you get a buggy? |
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The Impact of the Life of James Matthew Greenleaf |
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 James Matthew Greenleaf
IMPACT From James' webpage written by his mother: Sun Jul 9 10:42:26 CST 2000 On July 9, 1995 God blessed our lives with our precious James. I can still see the very moment James came into this world. The very moment the doctors put our sweet baby into my arms, my eyes saw such beauty. I'll never forget how he looked into my eyes for the longest time purring like a kitten. From the very moment the doctors put James into my arms we held on as tight as we could and never let go. |
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 by Paul Henderson
Ask any Canadian sports fan about the 1972 hockey series which saw Canada defeat the Soviet Union, and the name Paul Henderson springs immediately to mind. You’ll be inspired as you hear this hero of Canadian sports history tell his own story of hockey and faith! > Read or Listen to Paul Henderson’s Life Story |
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 by Joel C. Rosenberg My grandparents and great-grandparents were Orthodox Jews who fled from the pogroms of czarist Russia. As they hid in a hay wagon that was crossing a border into an Eastern European country, czarist soldiers drew their swords and plunged them into the hay, in case any Jews were trying to escape. By God’s grace, none of the children coughed or sneezed or said, “Are we there yet?” By God’s grace, no one was injured. And by God’s grace, my family didn’t succeed in escaping the vicious anti-Semitism of Russia only to say, “Phew, let’s settle in Poland. Or Germany. Or Austria.” They made their way across Europe, got on a ship to the New World, landed at Ellis Island, and like any good Jewish family, set up shop in Brooklyn. |
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