My husband came home from his annul FBS meeting on Feb 24, 1994. While he was gone the brakes went out in our car while I was driving down a hill in the mall parking lot. I was able to stop the car safely after crying out to God for help. That left us with no transportation so I had to walk Jon and Jennifer to school each day and pick them up. On the 22nd six of our children were home sick and I had to carry six loads of laundry down to the end of the street so that when he came home there would not be a pile of dirty clothes in our tiny home. We had no telephone so I was not able to talk to my husband while he was gone. The last call he got was from the bookstore telling him that the brakes went out. Even though the days were hard on our family I remained in a joyful spirit because I knew that my husband loved me and that was reason enough to rejoice. On Sunday the 27th Craig wanted to spend time alone with God in the evening so he went to the store for six hours. He came home exuberant and full of zeal. He said he feels like a boil that's been lanced. Days later he explained it as a boil that has been infected since childhood. The following was written after I spent my morning time with God on Feb 28th.

"Let me hear you clearly as I write what you say to my heart which I receive in love."

"My sweet wonderful daughter. My love for you is unending I cared for you since your birth and my hand or face has never withdrawn from you for you are my precious daughter. The Servant hood bondage I explained is true about Craig. And I did send my angel to bring you and your children to him at my designated time. I sent you there to see his vision that I gave him. I sent you to hold him when he needed comfort but mostly I choose you because I knew you would never loose faith and hope in me. I knew Satan’s attacks would be strong, they always are when I choose a servant. I knew you could endure the hardships that Satan had planned for Craig.

I knew that you would draw close to me when you found no love from your husband. Yes it was my will for the two of you to become a team, and you looked at my blessings throughout the attacks. There would have been much easier times if you would have been patient and not let your flesh and impatience get in the way. You had to learn patience and I am proud of you for staying, when it would have been easier to run. You endured hatred from a servant of mine. Please forgive him. He was so pained from the attacks and you were so pained from his unloved for you. He looked at the gad instead of seeing your inward beauty. You've always been my precious daughter and I've always loved you. I look at your good not the little thins you did not do. So many times I just wanted to stomp Satan and tell him to leave my children alone, but you have that power and you have to use it yourself. Now I had my hand on Craig and even though he used ugly detestable language and had detestable thoughts - It was not you that cause them. You saved his life. I would not have let him take his life. I could not have found a more loving companion for my servant Craig Gandy than you. Even the most attractive clean woman would have felt ugly, dirty and unloved after living with Craig during his attacks, and any human would have been used by Satan to attack him. You easily forgave his ugliness and tried to bring him in to a closer relationship to me. You even forgot how ugly he had been to you, because you knew I choose you to be with him, and your reward will be great from me.

I love you daughter never forget that. I will bless each one of your children because of their mother's obedience and death to self to do what I desired. I am pleased with your searching for a more intimate love relationship with me. I will place you in a place where others will be blessed and brought closer to me because of your love for me. Love Craig for I am pleased with him too. He is my servant for life, and you are his wife for life. Rejoice the battle is won, and my children are safe. You shall be blessed. Your marriage will become stronger, as will your love for each other.

Love Dad

RETURN TO Journal 2-28-1994