Gateways to Joy

`W hat are you doing Lord?" I asked. Times had gotten pretty bad for us financially, not to mention that I'd miscarried.  Bills were piling, rent was due.  The electricity had been cut on and off ... on and off.  My parents came to visit and my mother gave us her credit card to buy groceries, the kids clothes and myself clothes so that I could go to work.  For a while they even rented a vehcile for us too. My husband who had been a drug and alcohol counselor, prior to his stint with becoming a carrier went back to looking for work in that field, which was scarce.  He'd vowed before we moved to Houston not to do work that entailed his income depending on grant money as he saw that type of work as being unstable. I went looking for work too and finally found work with a temporary accounting agency.  Next we found a babysitter.  Thus my days began to consist of getting up at 4:00 am rushing, getting myself and the children dressed and ready t...

S o I heard the voice, and became hooked on Elisabeth Elliot and Gateway to Joy. The one thing that helped me almost more than any other thing to-date are the free resources that Back to the Bible offered.  Had it not been for those resources I don't know where I would have been. Each morning after my devotions, I would cook breakfast while listening to Elisabeth.  I was a distraught mother of two, pregnant, with a husband who didn't make enough money to take care of all of our financial needs.  Yet, as Elisabeth instructed, I would pray and ask God to show me His will.  Each time to my dismay I would sense Him telling me to "be still."   "Be still?"   That didn't make sense as we were in dire need of more money.  "Wouldn't I seem lazy and unmotivated to others?  Who would understand my reasoning for not helping my husband financially?"  Seemed to me like I was in a mess.  But I held on to God hoping He would see my heart of obe...

W e had left Galveston in the middle of the night.  My husband drove the 26 foot U-Haul  which held all of our material possessions, and the kids and my mother rode with me in my new car as he led us to the fifth largest Metropolitan city.  "Houston here we come."  I remember saying.  Big dreams.  Big things.  New beginnings awaited.   God was finally smiling on us .  This is what I had always suspected a child of God would experience—heaven on earth, the anticipation of good things to come.  I was excited!  I had my two babies finally, a boy 15 months, and a girl four months.  And The Art Institute Of Houston awaited. I was enrolled as an Interior Designer major.  My heart was set on designing air crafts & luxury hotels.  My long term goals ... travel and move to the Big Apple.  My husband and I had already talked about putting the kids in the best private schools.  We were s...