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Comment by Linda Daniels on June 28, 2010 at 6:09pm

Congratulations Dana on your book!! I pray that the Lord will use you in a mighty way for His Glory through it!

Your sister in Christ,
Linda :)

Comment by Dana Cashwell on September 9, 2009 at 6:01am

That depends Mike, what do you consider reality?

Comment by Mike McInerney on September 8, 2009 at 9:13pm

Am I here?

Comment by Kriston Couchey on July 9, 2009 at 1:34pm

My book "BREAKING THE MOLD" due in August, anyone wanting to proofread please let me know...

Comment by Roo Palmer on February 23, 2009 at 4:52pm

I forgot to mention...this testimony is a fictional testimony relating to my main character in my "Dale" series of novels. Check out my page at www.freewebs.com/roopalmer for more info.

Comment by Roo Palmer on February 23, 2009 at 4:48pm

A personal encounter with his destiny.

"In 1965 a little, six year old boy came to our house. He was left on our doorstep by...someone. We didn't know who.
Simone, my wife, was suddenly transposed towards this extremely handsome lad while I feared him.

I was a happy, middle class Australian, God-fearing man, an optometrist, with a lovely wife and an eight year old daughter. Life couldn't have been better for us...until the day this stranger arrived.

We didn't know who this child was or where he had come from. What this handsome, dark haired boy with prince-like features, was doing to my wife you would never believe.

Simone was a teacher before we had our first child, then devoted her time to being a full time mum and housewife. We were devoted church going Christians also. I believed that God only brought trials on people who needed to be corrected, not people like us. We were a faithful, daily bible reading family. Simone taught Sunday School and Scripture at the local school, and I did my regular church service duties like helping with the offering and a bit of garden maintenance.

But when our daughter bellowed out to us early one winter morning that there was a little boy sitting our doorstep, I was terrified. I knew my very comfortable life was suddenly going to be turned over. I was going to be in for something spectacular, one of God's major lessons to strengthen our souls...yet again. I thought I was going fine with my relationship with God and then He goes and dumps this mysterious little boy into our lives without even a reason why? Of course, I was terrified. But I was not going to give in.
"Give him over to the right people," I said. "We haven't the skills to deal with a case like this."
But Simone wouldn't give in either. Especially when she discovered the lad was covered in bruises, then, I knew she would fight her hardest for the child. I had to agree to him. It would be a waste of time debating her.

But I soon discovered much more to the lad as he grew into a man. Much more than I had expected from God. A lesson in unconditional trust, and a lesson in purpose. Wow! It's been a wonderful road to walk on.

Dale is my son, the son I would never have had without him. I wonder if his wife feels the same. You'll hear something wonderful from God as I did.

In Jesus Christ.
Dr. Joel Willis.

Comment by Al Boyce on February 9, 2009 at 10:08am

I hear ya James. For a couple of years I wrote a Christian article nearly every week, with God just feeding me material. I had 28 articles in 2007 (posted on FaithWriters.com) and dwindled to four in 2008.

What's interesting is I have a strong feeling that God was almost purging me, cleansing me of my old spiritual thoughts and baggage so He could refill me with new wine. I think when I'm full -- however long that takes -- the new wine will spill out in new articles. But I'm really fairly content to wait for that to happen.

Comment by James (Frank) Lee on February 8, 2009 at 10:10pm

What do you do, when your heart is so full, yet you don't know what, or how to write it out? You know the feeling you get when you know that you should write, but when you try, you can't get it out. I feel like there is so much for me to say; however, I have no ideal where to start. Most of the time I can just start writing and it flows. I have been having a hard time with that flow these days....Does anyone know what I am talking about.....HELP!!!!!!

Comment by Fredd Dunakin on December 20, 2008 at 10:21pm

Follow Me!
As a teenager I received Jesus as my Savior, joined the IC, began to fail in my walk immediately because I was given the understanding from the Pastor "That now that you are a Christian, you 'have to live for Jesus'". Then he went on to elaborate what that meant. You must be in Church every time the door is open or as often as possible, you must tithe and give offerings. You must witness as much as possible, keep the commandments and many other such rules. I was never told that I needed to follow Jesus although some of those things are good to do.
So I began to try to keep all the rules. I lived in a town of about 20 thousand and decided to visit as many homes as I could and invite people to church and to Christ, although nobody ever taught me how to do any of that, but my results were very small (one family) started coming to Church. I covered a large part of my community and I was only 15 years old at the time. Not many people wanted to listen to some kid.
I handed out tracts and tried to talk to people about Jesus but I was alone and I didn't exactly know how to answer people’s responses. I began to get discouraged, and then fell into sin. Then I said to myself and to God, "I don't know how to live for Jesus and I don't see anybody else living for You. Every time I want to keep the commandments and do all the Church rules I find myself breaking them."
"I don't pray enough, go to Church enough, witness enough, give enough, do enough, read the Bible enough, etc. etc. etc."
"So I’m just not going to try any more and maybe when I grow up I'll come back to You again when I'm more grown up and can know 'How to Live for Christ'." So I walked away from the Lord. But in my heart I didn't want to walk away, I was so discouraged I just didn't know what else to do.
Also I had confided something personal to the Pastor and I guess he figured it was his duty to tell my grandmother, with whom I was staying, about it because when I got home from talking with him I was greeted with it at the front door. I was so humiliated and ever since then I have never really opened up to anybody, Pastor, friend or anyone about anything as personal as would be humiliating.
Many years later (17 yrs) the Lord came to me and asked some questions He said, "Well, how are you doing?", "Are you a VIP, someone real high up in this world?"
My response was, "No, but I'm not unimportant."
"Are you someone wealthy?"
"No, but I'm not poor either."
"Are you highly successful in this world?"
"No, but I'm not unsuccessful."
"That's right, He said, You're neither hot or cold, up or down, in or out, you're just kinda NOTHING!"
I felt like I was the lowest thing on earth, that I would have to stand on a ladder to reach up just to touch bottom. I was devastated.
Then, Jesus said to me, "Do you want to BE somebody?" My humble response was, "Yes."
"In Me you ARE somebody!"
"Do you want to be successful?" "Yes."
“In Me there is no limit to the success you can have.”
"Do you like adventure?" "Oh Yes, I love adventure."
"Follow Me, and I will give you more than you can handle."
Boy that sounded good to me but I hesitated and I said, “But I don't know how to live for you. You know how many times over these years I have tried to come back to you and have failed and failed and failed." I just don't know how to "live for Christ" ... like my first Pastor had told me I must do.
He said, "Follow Me." But I protested again, "but I've tried and tried to live for you and I fail every time, I just don't know how to "live for Christ". (This is not to mean that I didn't want to follow Him and "live for Him". I wanted to with all my heart; I was just tired of failure.)
Again He said to me, "Follow Me".
Finally, I thought I would make a deal with Him and I said, "If you'll save my wife I will try my hardest to "live for You. I'll try harder to pray more, read my Bible more, keep the Ten Commandments more, go to Church more, witness more ...etc."
Then He left.
A few days or weeks later, I came home from work and as soon as I walked into the house I new my wife was saved before she ever said a word to me about what happened that day. Then she told me the story about how she had been secretly listening to the same Christian TV programs I had been listening to and came under conviction, got on her knees and prayed and the Lord had saved her that very afternoon.
Then the Lord said to me as He seemingly tapped me on my right shoulder, "Now, how about our deal?"
My response was, "We'll see if this is real."
Soon I realized I didn't want to be a stumbling block to her so I said to her that we needed to go to church. She agreed.
So we set out to find a Church on a Sunday morning and eventually arrived at a "Cute little pink Church" (in her words) that we had seen driving around a few days earlier.
After a few weeks of attending church I still hadn't met my part of the deal I had made with the Lord. He would keep bugging me about it saying, "How about our deal", while tapping on my right shoulder and I would keep putting Him off with one reason or another. My constant refrain was, "But I just don't know how to live for you."
Finally, one Wednesday night at church the Pastor gave a prolonged invitation to which I finally yielded and that night I came back to the Lord promising that I would grit my teeth and try my hardest keep the golden rule and the ten commandments and all the “church” commandments and pray everyday and read my Bible everyday to “live for Christ”. So I started on my journey again with the Lord.
I seriously began to pray everyday and read my Bible everyday. Soon I became hungry for the Word and I saw myself as a dying man stumbling out of the desert to an oasis and I couldn’t get enough of the Word. I was starving for the Word. I was thirsty for the Word. Got to where I was reading it day and night. I put down the newspaper. Turned off the TV and just didn’t have any desire for those things because I was so hungry for the Word of God.
I spent time every day praying. I went into my bedroom every evening as I had promised the Lord to do and would pray whatever amount of prayer I could and determined if I couldn’t pray more that … that was it. I refused to be condemned if I couldn’t pray for hours like those great heroes of prayer that I was told had prayed.
The first week it felt like my prayers weren’t getting past the ceiling but … I knew something about God … He was Omniscient, Omnipresent and Omnipotent and that He couldn’t help but hear me because He knows all things and so, whether or not I felt like He heard me didn’t matter … I KNEW HE HEARD ME! And that kept me going for the first week when I was filled with feeling of wretchedness and unworthiness, because having once known the Lord, I had deliberately turned my back on Him and walked away. I was worse than the heathen who had never heard of the Lord.
Finally, I worked up the courage to dare to ask Him for the “Joy of my Salvation” to be restored to me as I had once known when I first got saved.
As soon as I got the words out of my mouth, I was filled to overflowing with the same joy I had once on the day when the Lord had taken away all my sins. It was the same joy that made me feel as though I were walking on air above the ground. I felt so light it seemed as though I was walking with my feet off the floor, I felt so light. I was filled with laughter. It was glorious.
About a month or so after this I was filled with the Holy Spirit and with many gifts including tongues for which I am not ashamed.
But the Lord was just beginning with me. I still didn’t know “how to live for Jesus” and as I continued day after day with the Lord I could see that I wasn’t fulfilling all those commandments and keeping the golden rule or praying more that I was or …
It was that same old thing that had kept me in bondage for years.
One night while praying with my face to the floor in my bedroom that I was telling the Lord, “I just don’t know how to live for You. Tell me how to live for You … tell me.”
Soon the Lord spoke to me and I was so dumb it took me some time to get it. He answered and said to me, “You can’t live My life for Me.”
My response was, “What? I thought I was supposed to live for you.”
He said, “You can’t live My life for Me,”
“What???”
Then He said, “Can any man live your life for you?”
“What?!?”
“You have to live your own life nobody can live your life for you.”
“So you can’t live My life for Me.”
“So what am I supposed to do??”
When My Holy Spirit which I have placed within you prompts you to do this or not do that, or He prompts you to go here or there or not go here or there, or He tells you to say this or that or not to say this or that and you do these things then it’s not you trying to live My life for Me but … ME LIVING MY LIFE IN YOU!!!”
I was in utter amazement. No one had ever told me that.
I exclaimed to the Lord, “Well, if I have somebody inside me telling me what to do, I can do that … just do what ever You tell me to do.”
Then I understood Galatians 2:20 which had never really been explained to me before. Paul says it very clearly, “I am crucified with Christ, nevertheless I live, yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave Himself for me.”
When Jesus said to me, “Follow Me”, He was in reality telling me that if I would follow His leading and His directions He by His Holy Spirit which was in me would say to me go here or go there, or don’t go here or don’t go there. Say this or don’t say that or do this or don’t do that and that as I followed the promptings and leading of His Holy Spirit that He would be living His life in me … NOT me trying to live for Christ!
I have never known such liberty and joy since that understanding was given to me of the Lord. He has radically changed my life and made me truly a new creation in Him. My life has never been the same again.
He has given me wonderful adventures that are glorious. I have seen Him heal the sick, and cast out devils and I love when He leads me on a mission or a journey somewhere speaks to me that I will be speaking in some Church today that I just happened to pass by and when I walk in the Pastor are you here to speak to us? And I say that why I’m here.
Sometimes He may tell me to go to a certain street corner to speak to a certain someone that He will point out to. Sometimes He may tell me to go to a certain city or town and indicate to me that I will meet someone that I am to minister to. He might ask me to give them some money or tell them about God’s love for them or minister to them in some way.
I never get enough of adventures with Jesus. And in all these, as long as I am obedient in all that He asks me to do, He is living His Life through me.
I love it!! And I’m always asking Him for more! And He delights to give me the desires of my heart.
It’s not hard to “live for Jesus” as long as I am not trying to do His Living for Him. I just follow wherever He leads, then He gets to do His living in and through me.

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Praise God for ever more. Thank You Jesus for sending Your Holy Spirit that we can know how to walk with You!

Bless you,
Fredd

Comment by Marcy Ellis on December 16, 2008 at 12:48pm

Hello! Looks like a neat group of writers, so I tho't I'd jump in, too. :) I write mainly for a website a friend and I share: http://123Insight.piczo.com. I write songs, psalms, and various things occasionally, as well.

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