The Royal Wedding and Reception

Our daughter, Jennifer Glasgow, married Alex Craig on June 7, 2014.  We thank the Lord every day for creating the best man ever, for her. Please enjoy a little of our glorious day with these photo’s and video!

The Royal Wedding

The Royal Wedding

Getting Ready in her childhood bedroom

Getting Ready in her childhood bedroom
Her Bridesmaids and flower girl

Her beautiful bridesmaids and flower girl

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Dale, Jennifer and me

Dale, Jennifer and me

Alex and his groomsmen

Alex and his handsome groomsmen

Prayer before going down the aisle

Prayer before going down the aisle- Thank You Jesus!!!

Most adorable ring bearers ever

Most adorable ring bearers ever

Adorable flower girl-Miss Felicity

Most adorable flower girl-Miss Felicity

Here comes the Bride!

Here comes the Beautiful Bride!

Both sets of parents prayed blessings over the marriage

Both sets of parents prayed blessings over the marriage

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The Princess and Prince united in Holy Matrimony

The Princess and Prince united in Holy Matrimony

The princess and the prince story here.

The Bridal Party

The Bridal Party was AMAZING

Alex's mom and dad with the newly weds!

Alex’s mom and dad with the newly weds!

 

Before the guest get arrive from church

Before the guest arrive from church

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The sweetheart table

The sweetheart table

Kids enthralled by the turkey

Kids enthralled by the turkey

 

All food made on the Glasgow Farm-exceptthe famous wood smoke grilled chicken by Jose!

All food made on the Glasgow Farm-except the famous wood smoke grilled chicken by Jose!

The first dance

The first dance

Head table- not everyone is seated yet

Head table- not everyone is seated

Parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles

Parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles

Homemade Raspberry Chocolate Dipped Marshmallows were the wedding favors-Recipe

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Watching the first dance

Watching the first dance

 

While others are entertained by "Edward" the French Alpine buck

“Edward” the French Alpine buck admired

Heidi and Heather looking pretty on the vintage furniture

Heidi and Heather looking pretty

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Deserts before the wedding cake! Oh yeah!

Deserts before the wedding cake! Oh yeah!

Homemade Mints

Homemade Mints- recipe here

Homemade Gluten Free donuts

Homemade Gluten Free donuts

Homemade Strawberry Shortcake

Homemade Strawberry Shortcake

Wedding favors were homemade raspberry marshmallows dipped in chocolate- Recipe will be linked here by tomorrow

Wedding favors were homemade raspberry marshmallows dipped in chocolate- Recipe will be linked here by tomorrow

The cake was lowered from the barn ceiling for the unveiling. It was breath taking! Gluten free wedding cake recipe HERE!

The cake was lowered from the barn ceiling for the unveiling. It was breath taking! Gluten free wedding cake recipe HERE!

 I love the story of the cake being lowered from the ceiling. One morning Dale said to me that he had this great idea. He said he wanted Jennifer’s wedding cake to lower from the barn ceiling for her reception. I didn’t say a word, no facial expressions from me. I  pretended like he didn’t say it. It was too scary- lowering the wedding cake from the ceiling! We’d never done that! We never mentioned it again.

Then, Alex got here a week before the wedding.  In the first hour of his visit, he says to us that he would like to have their wedding cake lowered from the ceiling! I gasped. Dale looked at me, I looked at him. It was a done deal at that moment. Dale drew up the plans and gave them to Alex. We went to bed one night and the next morning we wake up to the entire plan finished, perfectly executed! He’s definitely a keeper.

Dancing

Dancing

 

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Tent for gifts

Tent for gifts

Tent for Guest Book

Tent for Guest Book

 

I wish you could see all the lightening bugs entertaining the children

I wish you could see all the lightening bugs entertaining the children!  A magical night!

The sparkler send off! It was truly "A Royal Wedding"

The sparkler send off! It was truly “A Royal Wedding”

Thank you Beverly Toves for photographs, the CAKE, arranging our flowers, the chocolate fountain, the portrait. . . YOU ARE AN AMAZING FRIEND! Thank you Forest for the video! Thank you Kim for Photographs!

Reception was held at The Glasgow Farm.

Here’s the wedding and reception video for you to watch! 

Susanna Wesley’s Prayer Apron- Powerful Life Story

My vintage aprons hanging on clothesline

My vintage aprons and the winners aprons hanging on clothesline- behind the aprons a few  butternut squash, cucumbers and tomato plants

Hidden behind the door of many homes is the reality of hardship.  Secret things happen that few want the world to know.  Yet, from some people (presently and historically) we are given the inside story, whether they want it told or not.

A devastated home isn’t always apparent on first impression, is it? Susanna Wesley was married to a preacher.  They had 10 children of which, two grew up to bring millions of souls to Christ. That would be John and Charles Wesley.  It’s a powerful story if you stop there, isn’t it?

But, behind the door of her home, hopeless conditions were the norm.  She married a man who couldn’t manage money.  They disagreed on everything from money to politics.  They had 19 children.  All except ten died in infancy.  Sam (her husband) left her to raise the children alone for long periods of time.  This was sometimes over something as simple as an argument.

One of their children was crippled.  Another couldn’t talk until he was nearly six years old.  Susanna herself was desperately sick most of her life.  There was no money for food or anything.  Debt plagued them.

Sam was once thrown into debtor’s prison because their debt was so high, which doubled their problems.  Twice the homes they lived in were burned to the ground, losing everything they owned.  It was assumed that their church members did it because they were so mad at what Sam preached in the pulpit!  Someone slit their cow’s udders so they wouldn’t have milk, killed their dog, and burned their flax field!

When Susanna was young, she promised the Lord that for every hour she spent in entertainment, she would give to Him in prayer and in the Word.  Taking care of the house and raising so many kids made this commitment nearly impossible to fulfill. She had no time for entertainment or long hours in prayer!  She worked the gardens, milked the cow, schooled the children and managed the entire house herself.  So, she decided to instead give the Lord two hours a day in prayer!

She struggled to find a secret place to get away with Him.  So she advised her children that when they saw her with her apron over her head, that meant she was in prayer and couldn’t be disturbed.  She was devoted to her walk with Christ, praying for her children and knowledge in the Word no matter how hard life was.

One of her daughters got pregnant out of wedlock and the man never married her.  She was devastated, but remained steadfast in prayer for her daughter.

In the end, she knew that one day her hard life would be over and she alone would stand before the throne of God and give an account of how she lived her life.

We can be the best mom, wife, friend, person in the world and still have untold hardships.  We need to take Susanna’s example, flip our apron over our head and pray in the middle of it all.

Back to the beginning of my story…

Her son’s John and Charles were powerhouses for the glory of the Lord.  John Wesley preached to nearly a million people in his day.  At the age of 70 he delivered the gospel message of salvation to 32,000 people- without the use of a microphone!  He brought revival everywhere he traveled!  His brother Charles wrote over 9000 hymns, many of which we still sing today.

Hidden behind the door of my home, I want our children to find a mom who prays diligently- no matter how busy or how hard the circumstances.  I want to raise up John Wesley’s out of our family line!  Where’s my apron?

I’m giving away two Susanna Wesley inspired Prayer Apron’s.  Leave a one word comment below about what you need prayer about in your home to enter the drawing. (The book I read on John Wesley is mentioned in this blog post)

Flip your apron over your head- begin your prayer and close it with this verse from Philippians.

Get your apron out, flip it over your head–begin your prayer and close it with this verse

This is one of the aprons I'm giving away in the drawing. Tell what you need prayer for in your family in the comment section--that enters your name to win one of the two aprons.

This is one of the aprons I’m giving away in the drawing. Tell what you need prayer for in the comment section to enter your name to win one of the four aprons. Winner drawn Wednesday!

This is the second apron. This one is hand stitched, "

This is the second apron., it is hand stitched and fits a large

This is the biography about Susanna Wesley that I read. Moody Press is the publisher.

This is a good  biography about Susanna Wesley,  Moody Press  publisher

 

A Legacy of Faith

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This week Proverbs 31 Ministries is focusing on women who have left a faith legacy in our lives. As you read about a woman who has inspired me, think about who has left a legacy in your life and whether you are leaving a faith legacy behind by the way you live.

The words we speak and the way we live can alter another person’s life for eternity.

I’ll never forget that night when I was 11 years old.  My aunt, uncle, and their four young children had traveled from Indiana to Virginia to visit with us.  It was a grand visit.  Right before they left, something happened that was grandest of all- forever engraved on my heart.

The night had come to a close.  I got into bed and my aunt came into the room. She looked very serious and made no small talk. “We’re leaving tomorrow and there is a verse in the Bible you MUST know. Bury it in your heart and never ever forget it.” She opened my Bible (which was lying next to me) to Luke 9:62. She read it out loud as if it was life and death to her.  And with a piercing look into my spirit, she left the room.

I got out of bed and read it for myself. “Jesus replied, “No one who puts a hand to the plow and looks back is fit for service in the kingdom of God.”  I knew this would be a defining scripture for my life.  I was just too young to understand fully what it meant at the time.

The next morning, they left before I woke.  That night in my room was the last time I ever saw my aunt.  Her heart stopped beating and her mortal body died soon after they got back to their home.

Countless testimonies were told about Aunt Helen and how she lived her life for Jesus. And the stories are still being recounted even after 40 years!  She was a shining light of His radiance and glory. She was the epitome of the Proverbs 31 woman.  From that day on, I decided I would emulate her and her walk with Christ.  I read that scripture she gave me every day till I went to Bible College (the same one she went to).  I determined in my heart to be a follower of Jesus at all costs, never looking back.

The verse she gave me had even greater meaning when I read the verses before it. Luke 9:57-62 are all about the cost of discipleship. Jesus is walking with three men here and tells them that to follow Him you must drop everything of the world.  When Peter, James, and John decided to follow Jesus- they literally dropped their fishing nets, got out of the boat, and followed Him. They didn’t look back!  That’s what He is telling these three guys to do if they are going to follow Him.  That’s what He says to us today.  To this day I am still convicted by that verse, the cost of discipleship, and the legacy Aunt Helen left to me.

What legacy will I leave behind to my family and friends?  What legacy will you leave behind? The words we speak and the way we live can alter another person’s life for eternity.

Proverbs 31 Ministries is doing a Legacy Campaign. Do you have someone in your life that has lived a faith legacy?  Proverbs 31 is giving you the perfect way to honor her.  Simply click on the Legacy button in my sidebar.  It’s that simple!

 

The Good Wife Recipe

Being a good wife is a lot like being a good cook.

Any cook using the same recipe and instructions can produce a dish that tastes entirely different from another.  Why is this?

Well, attention to detail distinguishes a great cook from an average one.

Take fried apples for example…  All that you need are apples, sugar, butter and cinnamon. But, not every cook makes them the same.   I cook mine on high (I want them slightly caramelized) and I never put a top on or they get mushy.  If you take the same ingredients, cook them on low and put a lid on the top- it produces a recipe that doesn’t resemble mine at all.  The same recipe can produce a totally different result.

If you want to know difference between a good wife and an average wife, you’ll find the answer is the same.  There are hundreds of recipes for being a good wife.  The ingredient list is usually pretty similar in every recipe; Love, Respect, Communication, Sex, Time, Service, Prayer. . . Even if the recipe is followed directly and not one ingredient neglected, the outcome can be totally different.

Take the Good Wife Recipe for example:

If you Love in proportion to what is given you, the recipe will not rise to the fullest flavor meant to be.  Love unconditionally at 100%. Give all with no expectations of a return.  Love with every ounce of your being and when you have given all- squeeze even more out.  Those drops are the best.

Respect is a vital ingredient, one I didn’t fully understand when I got married.  I grew up in a single family home and lacked the father figure example.  I was the oldest child and took on a very independent mindset.  These factors combined to produce a negative value in my tendencies in marriage. I loved my husband, but didn’t respect all of his ideas. I had my own ideas of how things should be.  And naturally, I thought I was right.  After years of this wrong balance the Lord showed me that I wasn’t respecting Dale’s role in our family; his thinking and his leading.  I asked God to help me and He did.  I respect Dale’s thinking.  He is actually right most often—I just had to learn to listen before reacting and respect his thoughts.

Communication is a delicate balance of listening and talking. When we listen not only with your ears but with our heart we are able to remember everything that he shares. We should be his greatest advocate in the good days and the darkest of days.  Allow nothing to hinder this vital ingredient.  He needs to know you care about his every thought, dream, and burden.

Sex- Children read my blog so I don’t feel at liberty to say much here except- DO NOT NEGLECT! The spicier you make this ingredient; the easier the other ingredients gel together into the perfect recipe.

Time and Service- You could be the greatest lover of all wives but if you neglect taking care of your home, cooking good meals and creating an atmosphere of love- your recipe will fall short.  I do everything in my power to create the home environment that will be a haven for him.  I’m not the perfect housekeeper.  But, I try my best.  I work hard to make his favorite meals every day.

I not only want to serve him, but I want to be with him.  So, I go everywhere he goes whenever it’s possible; even when all 5 girls were little we would all hop in the vehicle just to pick up a gallon of gas or pick up nails from the store just to be with him.

Prayer-  Many nights I wake up and while he sleeps, I watch him and pray.  I pray for his health, his work, and his dreams to be fulfilled.  The Lord has been faithful to answer.

The Good Wife Recipe is one of sacrifice, but produces the greatest of marriages.  I am in mad love with my husband, Dale.  I’ve noticed that the more I put into the recipe, the more I get out of it- and the more passionate my marriage is. The more passionate it becomes the less work it is.  My desire to love becomes greater, ability to respect becomes second nature, communication becomes like-minded, making love is sweeter than any romance novel could ever pen, and time with him is my desire not a duty.

All my days of marriage were not easy. Every man is different and his needs different from another. It was trial and error in the beginning but perseverance and desire for the very best marriage was my passion.

Being a good wife is a lot like being a good cook.  Any given wife using the same recipe and instructions can produce a marriage that is entirely different from another.  Why is this?

It’s because attention to detail delineates a good wife from an average one.

The secret to The Good Wife Recipe; Do not neglect one ingredient.  They are all free, but it will be how deliberate you are with the finer details that will determine the outcome.

Read Proverbs 31:10-31 for in-depth details about the Good Wife.

You should  make him fried apples and pancakes! Top them with some whipped cream, yum!  Here are the recipes. . .

http://sharonglasgow.com/2012/04/carmelized-fried-apples/

http://sharonglasgow.com/2012/09/best-pancake-recipe/

If you want to read Sharon’s love story. . .

http://sharonglasgow.com/2012/08/a-love-story-fairy-tales-do-come-true-part-1-of-3/

http://sharonglasgow.com/2012/08/a-love-story-fairy-tales-do-come-true-part-2-of-3/

http://sharonglasgow.com/2012/08/a-love-story-fairy-tales-do-come-true-part-3-of-3/

Dale and I have been married for over 30 years and have five daughters. Happy New Year!!

Our Perfect Weekend in New York City

Ellie, Jennifer, Hannah, Sharon, Rachael and Dale in Central Park

Dale was appalled when he saw my pile of stuff stacked high by the front door for our trip to NYC. A five gallon stock pot filled with all the trimmings to make chicken & dumplings, a large rice maker (rice included), a trifle dish (with all ingredients in separate bags ready for assembly), homemade coffee cake, batch of flourless peanut butter cookies, banana’s, farm fresh eggs , butter, milk. . . are you getting the picture?

He was appalled because he had just stuffed the largest suitcase we own with a queen size air mattress, sheets, blankets, pillow’s. . .Then the girl’s had their bags of clothes. . . two of them had homework to do over the weekend so they brought computers. . . Oh my. Dale said, “Sharon, you have to take something out of this pile!” I parted with the rice maker only.

Finally we were all loaded into the Toyota Echo, each with a boiled egg and homemade pumpkin doughnut in hand. Dale prayed for our trip and we were off for the big city.

We made it there in five hours and on one tank of gas, $31.50 plus $35 in tolls, pretty impressive.

Jennifer’s apt was amazing, we could have stayed there all day but she wanted us to take in the highlights of NYC. So, we ventured out onto the subway with our picnic trimmings (forgot to mention that in above list, pasta chicken saladhttp://sharonglasgow.com/2012/04/basil-chicken-pasta-salad/ and large jar of cucumber saladhttp://sharonglasgow.com/2012/05/best-cucumber-salad/) in hand headed straight for Central Park. It was glorious, the leaves were breath-taking and the fellowship together sweeter than anything. After our picnic we just walked and enjoyed conversation until we decided to visit the Metropolitan Art Museum.

It was late so we headed back to the subway for Jennifer’s place. After dinner we served her birthday desert, strawberry trifle!

It was late so we all turned in for the night. The next morning we were supposed to eat the coffee cake and scrambled eggs but plans changed. Her roommate works the third shift; she had only been in bed for two hours when I was ready to make breakfast. So, we changed our plans and decided to go out for breakfast.

We enjoyed a wonderful breakfast at The Spotted Pig in West Village, it was divine. We then spent a few hours shopping for Jennifer’s birthday presents. Shopping in NYC is fun. Then we went our separate ways for just a while-Rachael and I went to the largest wedding dress consignment shop in NYC. Jennifer, Hannah and Dale went back to the apt to pick up Ellie (who couldn’t be with us all day because she had so much homework!).

Then we all met back at five for Jennifer’s church service at Trinity Grace http://trinitygracechurch.com/. It was the most amazing church. If you’re ever in NYC and want to go to church, go there! The worship was over the top powerful, the sermon was right on, we had the Lord’s Supper, and three people were baptized (it was so POWERFUL) and the fellowship afterwards was rich.

After service we met a deaf homeless man on the street. He wasn’t just any homeless man, he really touched our hearts. We huddled all together and prayed for him (he read our lips), it was such a sweet time. He received our prayer and told us he had a home in two weeks and told us about his reading the Word.

After that it was time to say goodbye to Jennifer so with tears we hugged and left.

On our trip home Ellie still worked on her homework that needed to be turned in by midnight through an internet connection. So, we stopped at three places looking for connection. Just to let you know in case you ever need it, Red Roof Inn has free access outside their building, no code needed. Some of the Starbucks on the NJ Turnpike don’t have internet access. She made all of her deadlines!

Rachael had an animation due for a 9:00AM class Monday. So, she worked the whole trip home getting it done. Sandwiched between her sisters in the backseat she finished this https://vimeo.com/51930859 .

We drove into the driveway at 2:20AM. The trip home took longer than the trip there, still one tank of gas, a lot lighter, all the food gone. We were exhausted, our feet and legs hurt from all the walking but we were happy that the trip had been everything and much more than we ever anticipated.

It was a perfect weekend in New York City. Happy birthday Jennifer!

Picnic in Central Park with Gluten free pasta chicken salad and cucumber salad. Dale’s mouth is full:)

We walked and talked–It was wonderful

Trip to Metropolitan Art Museum (MET)

Metropolitan Art Museum

Dale likes to study large master pieces

Jennifer blowing birthday candles out on strawberry trifle

Breakfast at The Spotted Pig in West Village

The Spotted Pig

Going into Trinity Grace Church for Sunday night service

Saying goodbye to our baby

 

 

 

The Farm Wedding/Reception-Preparations Commenced this Past Weekend

 

Rachael, Hannah, Heather and Felicity(me taking photo) at another vintage shop looking for wedding dress and brides maid dresses.

Our 4th lovely daughter Rachael has never asked for much. She’s always been a hard worker, had a job in high school to help buy the things she wanted and has held jobs in-between college semesters. So, when she came to me and asked this vast question I didn’t know how to respond.

“Mom, what’s the budget for my wedding?”

I wanted to be able to say, you’ve worked so hard and your dad and I love you so much, we’ve got $10,000 sitting in the bank just for your wedding. But truth be told, we don’t, and most weddings cost at least $20,000…

So, I humbly said, “Umm… Do you mean today? Well, today there is no budget. Meaning, we don’t have money for it today (we still have two in college). However, if we are frugal and wise with the little we acquire along the way, it will be the wedding of your dreams-I’m sure of that.”

Rachael didn’t seem to be concerned in the least. She’s discerning and wise in money matters and immediately set her mind to be creative with her resources and find a vintage wedding dress for the least amount of money.

It’s actually exciting and fun to be thrifty with your spending. God blesses our efforts and we never miss out on the pleasures of life—it seems as though they’re even more intensely pleasurable!

Back in the day many weddings took place on the family farm with all the family and friends decorating, picking flowers from your fields and cooking for the big day.

Our wedding preparations began this past weekend. The men worked in the fields preparing it for the reception festivities. The girls and I went vintage shopping for the wedding dress and bride’s maid dresses.

Oh the fun we had!

Sparky (our border collie) and Dale survey what needs to be done in the field.

I made pancakes, french toast, eggs and bacon to start the day off right

Jonathan and friends started working in field early Sat morning. Chopping trees and clearing brush for reception festivities

Guys clearing the area–chain saws, axes, tractor, hand tools and muscles were required

After breakfast Ellie, Rachael and I made sandwiches for the guys lunches, put them in the refrigerator, put dinner in the oven and then left for a day of shopping. This vintage wedding dress was in a shop just outside of Washington, DC. Rachael didn’t find her dress here, but had fun trying some on. We didn’t want to take a full view because we don’t want Jonathan seeing her in any wedding dress until the big day!

We drove through DC, past the Capitol building. Ellie took photo’s for me.

Rachael, Hannah, Heather and Felicity(me taking photo) at another vintage shop looking for wedding dress and brides maid dresses.

Baked chicken fell off the bone and melted in our mouths after being in the oven all day. Green beans cooked in the pan with the chickens, so all I had to do was cook and then cream five pounds of potatoes when we got home. Served with the cucumber salad and finished the meal off with banana spilt cake(Ellie helped me make) and coffee. Wonderful fellowship continued into the night.

Early  Sunday morning on Glasgow Farm, started new day. Dale and the guys rested from labor. Hannah convinced Dad to come along for an antique’s shopping day.

Rachael found this china set, 42 pieces for $20!! It will be our bridal shower present for her. Thank You Lord!

Check out the price for yourself! Rachael had to go ask the shop owner if the price was correct. We thought the price could have been for one piece!

Felicity taking a nap on our way home. She was an angel for our adventure.

Last weekend to enjoy our freshly cut Zinnea’s from yard. Temperatures dropped Sunday night. Zinnea’s like heat not cold.

It was a wonderful weekend. The only thing missing was our daughter, Jennifer who was busy painting for a big art show she was debuting in yesterday in New York City. It was a huge hit. The Lord was glorified big time! The girls left Sunday night and Dale and I watched the 1966 movie A Man for All Seasons. It was very good!

 

 

 

 

 

Jonathan Proposed to Our Daughter, Rachael, in the Barn Saturday night

 

 
 

Jonathan proposed to Rachael in the Glasgow Barn, where they first fell in love.

From the time Dale and I knew we were pregnant with each of our five daughters, we started praying for their spouses.

This past Saturday night, our fourth daughter Rachael was engaged to the man of her dreams and the one we had prayed for from the time we conceived her.

Just a few months before we met him for the first time, I had taken a class on the book of Ephesians. Jonathan’s father was the teacher, Bowie Curry.   One night while telling Rachael about my Ephesian’s class, the thought came to me to look on Facebook and see if Bowie had any Godly sons available.  We found Jonathan, and Rachael’s interest was perked.

But that was as far as it went, because we never saw him!

Then the big day came. Our family will never forget it.  Jonathan had heard that helpers were needed to work on our barn, so he signed up to help (he was aware that our family had five daughters). I saw him walk onto the property. I didn’t know who he was, but I went out to meet this young man who had come to help on the barn.

Immediately while talking, I knew this was Rachael’s husband. I couldn’t finish my conversation with him soon enough, so that I could run and tell her. I ran into the house and squealed, “Rachael, your husband is walking to the barn right now!” We all stared out the kitchen window.  I couldn’t contain the excitement. Rachael was apprehensive to believe me.  No more than 30 minutes passed, and then Jake, Hannah’s husband to be at that time, came in the house. He immediately took Hannah to the side and said the same thing I had said. Jonathan was gaining favor fast.

Then our next son-in-law, Jeffrey (Heather’s husband) came in and announced that Rachael’s husband was outside. Rachael hadn’t even met him yet! He hadn’t been on our property for more than a couple hours at this point. At the close of the day, Dale came in the house. We stared at him waiting for him to say the same thing everyone else was saying…and he did.

Within a month of working everyday on the barn, he asked Dale’s permission to date Rachael. Dale gave his permission, and soon they went out on their very first date. I wish he could have invited the whole family, because we could hardly contain ourselves sitting at home waiting for their return!

She told us every detail when she got home.

This past Saturday night, he confessed that it was love at first sight for him, and she confessed the same. The marriage is set for next spring, and the date is to be announced. It will be here on the Glasgow Farm.

 

He proposed upstairs

Mood was set with candles

Jonathan’s best friend Matt and Kayla bought flowers, candles, cheese, crackers and fresh fruit for the table. Rachael’s sister Hannah helped decorate too.

They came in the house to tell us all about it! To Rachael’s surprise, our family and the Curry family were all waiting in the house!

Potential ringbearers playing while the story is being told

Grandma Shanaberger, Heather and Jake

Jonathan and Matt (his best friend). Hannah and Ryan in background

The two fathers, Bowie Curry and Dale Glasgow

The mother of the bride to be and the mother of the groom to be, Sharon and Barbara

Steven (Jonathan’s brother) and his girlfriend Lauren. Giving Rachael a hug!

Jonathan’s sister, Laura.  And brother, Steven and Lauren

 

Jeffrey and Lochlan in background of the two love birds

Ellie and Rachael’s excitement over the ring!

 

Hannah, Jake, Ryan, Ellie, Heather, Lochlan, Jonathan and Rachael

The evening came to a close around 1:30AM. It was a perfect day!

 

 

 

 

A Love Story: Fairy Tales Do Come True – Part 2

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As he kissed her goodbye, she knew in her heart this would be the last, for she was in search of the dreams of her youth. She left on her journey to the school far away. Once there, she knew what she had to do.

Since she was a child, when she dreamt of her prince charming, he was always one whose life was fully employed by the King of Kings–always a preacher man. (That was her secret she had not told him.)  But Dale was to be an artist, so she did what she thought best and severed all ties.

And his heart was broken.

Before long, preacher men came knocking on her door.  She courted them, one by one, wondering which was the one.  One night, after only a few short months, a handsome suitor asked for her hand in marriage. When she was unable to give him a response, he kissed her goodnight.  As he bid her farewell he confessed, “I love you, Sharon.” And what did slip from her lips ever so naturally, would reveal her true love’s identity. Unaware, she blurted, “I love you, Dale.”

Instantly, she knew Dale held the answer to the secret wish of her heart. Little had she known, there was none more fully employed by the King of kings than he!  He was the manliest of men, the handsomest of them all. Willing to die for his King, he was her true knight in shining armor.

She fell on her knees and earnestly prayed that Dale would have her as his bride, pure and strong. With sorrow in her eyes for the time spent apart, she pleaded with Dale to take her back into his heart. With a confidence from his Lord, he welcomed her with his arms open wide, knowing that Grace received is Grace to be shared.

When she returned from her studies far, far away, he took her to the mountains for he had something to say! With the sun setting and the view breathtaking, Dale reached around and adorned her finger with a precious diamond. “I want to marry you. Will it be August 9th or August 29th?” With only a few months to spare and many things to plan before their special day, she chose the 29th, as it would give more time to prepare! And with that discourse, the date was set. She would be his bride, pure and strong like the day they had met.

There was little time and even less money to prepare for their wedding day. Every maiden dreams of this day: her knight in shining armor, beautiful wedding dress, the fresh cut flowers, and, of course, the honeymoon! But with little to no money to spare, they bought what they could and continued to tend their love with care.

Sharon bought her wedding dress at a thrift shop. The weekly sale was to buy a used veil and get a wedding dress free of charge. Out of all the dresses she tried on, only one fit, so she took it along with the veil. She didn’t like it, but it fit! And this was the only requirement, and quick!

There was no budget for fresh flowers, new shoes or a photographer. Dale made the invitations. Church members cooked with her and her mother.

The day finally arrived and the bride that Dale prayed for glowed as she walked toward him. Sharon looked into his eyes and with tears streaming down, she realized this was a day ordained by the King of kings. And there stood in front of her the most pure and holy man she had ever known or could ever imagine knowing. What more could a bride want than the best of all God has to offer? She was the richest of brides on this day no matter what kind of dress.

A beautiful wedding dress, fresh flowers and photography are fleeting desires in view of the wedding day. The only thing that matters the day you say “I do” is that the one who stands with you, is the only one for you. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.

They said “I do.”

They waved their goodbyes to their friends and family, and into the sunset they went to complete “man and wife.”

(To be continued: Part 3 gets a little steamy, for mature audience only)

 

A Love Story: Fairy Tales Do Come True – Part 1 of 3

Once upon a time, many years ago, there lived a young man who knelt to the ground every morning and prayed to the Lord for his bride-to-be. He asked Him to make her spirit strong, keep her pure, and to prepare her for the day he would finally meet her.

One day, as the young man was working at his place of employment, his spirit quickened within him. As she spoke, her face remained hidden, but golden, curly locks crowned her dainty, little frame.  The young maiden had come to inquire of a job. And without even a glimpse of her face, he knew this indeed was the one he had prayed for, his bride-to-be.

He couldn’t say a word.  No one would believe him. So, he waited.

The maiden was soon hired, and day after day, he waited for the right opportunity to introduce himself. But between her beauty and his nerves, the time never seemed right. One afternoon, the moment finally arrived. His eyes locked with hers and hers with his. Stumbling over his words, he managed to extend an invitation to join him and acquaintances to watch fireworks in honor of Independence Day. Without hesitation she accepted his offer (Little did he know that she rarely said yes to invitations from young men—especially those from whom she hardly knew! But something was different about this one, and she didn’t want to miss her opportunity).

That night, they had no trouble finding things to talk about.  It was as if they had known one another for years! They talked and talked…and the fireworks began.

The next day, the starry-eyed young man formally asked her on a date. And once again, she immediately accepted his invitation.

It was a magical day horseback riding through rolling hills into the sunset and enjoying delightfully endless conversation. The subject of their talk you ask?  The glory of God and Christ Jesus. The further they rode into the hills, the deeper their conversation. It is a glorious day when two people with the same hopes and dreams begin to dream together.

And so begins the true story of how the young man, Dale Glasgow, met his bride-to-be, Sharon Shanaberger. They fell in love, and life was grand…all until Sharon planned to study in a far away land.

Little did Dale know that Sharon had in her heart a secret she had never shared…

 

Our Last Chick Flew the Coop

Our last baby chick flew the coop this past weekend.   Dale and I haven’t been without one of our girls at home for more than 2 days in almost 30 years.  We always wanted them with us.  We never took a trip without them.  Even if we went out to eat, we went together.  We were one.  I loved making hot breakfasts, talking in the kitchen, and tucking them in at the end of the day–every day.

You’ll think I’m silly for this…and I am!  Even to this day, I call Rachael and  Ellie my newborn babies when I hug them!  They don’t seem to mind.  As a matter of a fact, one day just a couple of weeks ago Rachael heard me say it to Ellie and said, “Hey, I’m your newborn baby!”  I smiled and said, “Aw, Rachael, you are my newborn baby, too.”  It seems it was just yesterday that they were my  babies.

Taking Ellie to college and leaving her on VCU’s campus was hard, but the good news is she’s living with Rachael (our 4th daughter).  And Hannah (our 3rd daughter) and her husband, Jake, only live 5 minutes away.

Yesterday will be permanently engraved in my mama heart.  Hannah had us all over for lunch after church in their adorable apartment. She  invited a gal who didn’t know Jesus or anything about the Bible to come, too. We ate homemade pot roast, talked about the love of Jesus, and prayed together. It was the greatest  ever. The lunch was over, and Hannah took her guest back to her home while we washed the dishes.

It was time for us to leave for home, but Rachael wanted to show us her new studio. Her church had bought an old beautiful church building and given a few artists studio rooms.  Hannah, Rachael, Ellie, Dale and I all went to see it.  As we were walking down the hall to get to it, we were having so much fun laughing that someone came to see what was going on.  The studio was large and  stunning: old hardwood floors, tall windows, two adjoining rooms for storage, and a possible sound studio attached to the big room.  While we were all talking, all of a suddden as I looked at Hannah, Rachael and Ellie I could feel inexpressible joy pounding my heart–the fruit of many years stood beautiful in front of me. They walk with Him, and it is good.

Dale and I drove home blessed.

I missed making Ellie’s breakfast this morning, talking to her in the kitchen, and even seeing her clothes on the floor.

The nest is empty.  I’m not going to lie…I am lonely for her.  But God confirmed to me yesterday: It is good.

Ellie moved in with Rachael. Their apt is next door to the VCU music dept, you can hear them practicing instruments. It is beautiful.

Ellie and Rachael

 

 

Labor, Delivery and The Travel Trailer – Ellie’s Birthday

It was still dark outside, and intense labor pains had started. I didn’t have anywhere to escape to enjoy my pain alone.  Our family was still sleeping in a small travel trailer.

There was only one full size bed, and Rachael (4 years old) was sleeping between Dale and me.  Hannah (age 6) was sleeping in the shower stall.  Jennifer (10) was on the seat bench at the kitchen table, and Heather (12) was on the narrow sofa.

I laid there for as long as I could and then went outside to walk around.  It was still dark.

Just 10 months before this night, we had moved to the farm. Ellie (Elizabeth) was conceived at the end of the first month that we lived here.  She was a surprise gift from God.  I knew that she would be a spiritual blessing to us and many.  The only problem was that we didn’t know we were having more children, so we didn’t have maternity coverage.

As to why we were in a travel trailer…

Our house was built in the early 1900’s, and within the first months of living here, it became apparent that the house needed to be gutted and renovated.  The electrical, plumbing, heating, and interior walls were in pathetic shape.

So, we gutted the farmhouse and started renovating—we and our friends.

When Ellie was due, the house was still not livable, so a friend gave us his camper to live in for a month.

The labor wasn’t consistent, but it hurt badly nonetheless. At sunrise, Dale came outside to check on me. The pains became more consistent.  We got to the hospital by 11 that morning.  Ellie was born a little after 2 that afternoon, on August 3.  Since we didn’t have insurance, the hospital released us in less than 4 hours!  By 6pm that evening, we headed back to the travel trailer.  It was our first official trip home with all the kids in the van with us.  To celebrate, we stopped at Silver Diner and picked up dinner to bring home.

It wasn’t the environment you dream of coming home to 4 hours after having a baby.  But, we were healthy and well…what more could you really want?  The girls had made us a banner over our bed to welcome Ellie home. It was a sweet welcome.

We ate our food, stared at Ellie for a few hours, and then got ready for bed. Rachael claimed her sleeping spot for the night–the shower stall, since we were kicking her out of our bed for the new baby. We made a pallet for Hannah on the floor, and we all fell fast asleep.

Ellie turned 17 years old this past weekend.  It’s fun to reminisce about your children’s birthdays. We moved out of the travel trailer and back into our renovated house when she was 3 weeks old. She is truly a gift from God to us.  The Lord has mighty big plans for this young lady.  She is a leader and determined.  I can’t wait to see how He uses her in the near future for His glory!

 

Long day–Labor, Delivery and back in the travel trailer, all in less than 13 hours. Heather and Dale are missing in the photo.

Our baby girl graduated! Ellie and Dad

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Preacher Man

Dale In the Barn

Someone was knocking loudly at my front door. I opened it and a man that I had never seen before stood staring at me. Solemnly he said, “Is the preacher man home?” I smiled and confidently said, “I’m sorry, no preacher lives here.” He insisted that one did live here. Then he gave me the story.

He told me that he had been to our house a year ago looking for a man that lived here 20 years ago. That’s when he met the preacher man, he told him the previous owner no longer lived here and had died years ago.

The stranger in my doorway then proceeded to tell me that it was no accident that he came to our house that day.  He was at a breaking point in his life and he was about to lose a lot. The man who lived here spoke into his life and said things that only God could have known he needed to hear. He said that his life turned around after that day and that he was here to say, thank you to that man.

After hearing the story, I knew without a doubt my husband was indeed, the preacher man.

It is a typical day to see Dale outside talking to people I’ve never seen before on our property. Stranger’s cars seem to consistently break down right in our driveway. Dale always knows it is an assignment from the Lord. I could write a book about all the people that have broken down here. While he helps them get their car working he’s ministering God’s love and His Word.

The man standing in front of me,  had been a broken down  man the year before. Dale gave him Spirit filled wisdom that helped him rebuild the broken parts of his life. I told him that the preacher man was outside working in the barn, I led him to Dale. They talked for a couple of hours and then the man left. Dale came in for lunch and didn’t say much about it until I asked him about the man.
It was just another day on the Glasgow Farm to Dale, ministering to strangers God sends to him.
I wonder what strangers would call me after one encounter with them.

Matthew 25:31-40 (NKJV)
“When the Son of Man comes in His glory, and all the holy angels with Him, then He will sit on the throne of His glory. All the nations will be gathered before Him, and He will separate them one from another, as a shepherd divides his sheep from the goats. And He will set the sheep on His right hand, but the goats on the left. Then the King will say to those on His right hand, ‘Come, you blessed of My Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world: for I was hungry and you gave Me food; I was thirsty and you gave Me drink; I was a stranger and you took Me in; I was naked and you clothed Me; I was sick and you visited Me; I was in prison and you came to Me.’
“Then the righteous will answer Him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry and feed You, or thirsty and give You drink? When did we see You a stranger and take You in, or naked and clothe You? Or when did we see You sick, or in prison, and come to You?’ 40 And the King will answer and say to them, ‘Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these My brethren, you did it to Me.’”

 

Best Selling Author- Liz Curtis Higgs-How do you do it all?

Liz Curtis Higgs and Sharon Glasgow

 I had the privilege and honor of being  Liz Curtis Higgs personal assistant last weekend at the Proverbs 31 Ministries She Speaks conference. Liz is an amazing woman of God, determined to accomplish what He equips her to do.  She has written 30 books in the past 22 year and spoken in all 50 United States and 14 foreign countries. She has sold more than 3 million books and been a New York Times best-selling author.
Sounds impressive doesn’t it? But the one thing that impressed me the most after walking along side of her  was watching her love for people. Oh my goodness, she has the biggest heart, it really shows where she is spending her free time (with the Father). After she spoke on Saturday night her line of fans waited patiently as she spoke to every woman  as if each were the only person she would talk to the whole night. It was midnight and she had been going strong for hours, I asked her if she wanted to quit for the night. She said, “No, I want to see everyone–no matter how late it gets.” And that she did!
You would have loved her as much as I did, that’s for sure. I couldn’t imagine writing as many books as she has, nor  speaking and ministering to as many as she does. So I asked her a few logistical questions to help my curiosity.Many of you had asked me similar questions  about her. So here are her answers to some of your questions:
Sharon: “People want to know  how often you write, Liz?”
Liz: “Every Monday I take care of business on my computer do correspondence, etc. Tuesday- Thursday I write sun up to sun down with a lunch and dinner break. On an average day 6-8 hours a day but when a manuscript is due the hours are extended.”
Sharon: (Liz has two grown kids now) “When your kids were little how did you do it all?”
Liz:“I began public speaking before our children were even born, starting with lots of local and regional events. Our kids were 3 and 5 when I started writing as well as traveling. NOT ideal. I hired a nanny to come to our house and had an office manager as well and it was, to be very honest, quite stressful for me. By the time our kids were 6 and 8 my husband left his full-time job to work with me. Things got much better after that. Since that day we’ve not had office staff. It’s just Bill and Lizzie, a real mom-and-pop ministry!”
Sharon: “Does your husband help you a lot, making meals, cleaning the house, etc?”
Liz:“He is definitely helpful on the homefront! We both do laundry. Bill does most of the grocery shopping and cooks lots of our evening meals, though I have several dishes everyone loves and so take my turn. I keep the house together and have two dear women come every two weeks to really CLEAN. So, a group effort.”
Sharon: “What inspires you?”
Liz: “Day in and day out, God’s Word is my inspiration, it keeps me going. I love studying, digging, learning, discovering. Reading the classic writings of Charles Spurgeon  and Matthew Henry and many others also inspires me. Such wordsmiths!”
Sharon:” Do you rest on Sundays?”
Liz:“I certainly try to make that a relaxing day for our family, with a leisurely breakfast, church at 11:15, usually followed by Sunday dinner out. Sometimes we go to a movie or go for a walk. I absolutely HATE when I’m so crunched with a book deadline that I have to spend Sunday afternoon in my writing study. It happens, and God is kind to meet with me there. But my heart’s desire is to truly rest and recharge and be with the people I love most!”
I’m intrigued by Liz, by her love of the Bible and Jesus, her ability to accomplish so much  and how much the Father’s heart radiates through her. I love her, I’m glad I got to share her with you.
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How Will We Be Remembered?

Memory keeps volumes stored in hidden vaults, just waiting for something to jar its door and all the contents resuscitated.

It’s pretty entertaining hearing your grown children, gathered around the table, telling their favorite childhood memories. I’ve forgotten a lot of things that they remember, and boy, they sure remember it all.  It seems as though they can recall every emotional response, phone call or meal I’ve ever made and when it happened! Our children’s lives are completely molded by our every word and how we live even when we think they’re not looking.  Every day of their life they unintentionally record memories.

I don’t think I remember as much as they do about my childhood; many memories are packed away. The funny thing is, it only takes a smell, sight, sound or a conversation that will jar the door open, and memories come to life. Forty years have passed, and once in a while my memory will be jarred when I see the clock hit 10:00 P.M. I’ll instantly recall that for a couple of years in my childhood my mom went to her bedroom from 10-11:00 P.M. and prayed for us kids.

If how we live at home is recorded in our children’s memory, how will we be remembered?

It is worth our time to reengineer our days to make sure that everything we do is worthy of the memory it is creating. I don’t have the physical or mental ability to make my every action worthy of being memorized, however, when I surrender my every day wholeheartedly to Jesus, He leads me to do what I couldn’t when left to my own abilities.

My first priority on my to-do list every day is to ask Him to guide my thoughts, my conversation and my actions.

Second on the list is to diligently pray for our children. I have to set aside a certain time of the day to pray for them. I remember reading that when James Dobson’s kids were little he fasted and prayed for them one day a week. He prayed every day for them but set aside one day to fast for them. That is a commitment that will not return void.  I have done that at special seasons of our children’s lives and found God faithful.

When these two things are at the top of my list I’m able to do more than I would ever be able to do on my own.

If Billy Graham, John Wesley and George Washington all said they owed their life success to the memory of their mother’s prayers, it raises the bar high and compels us to set our standard to do the same.

Last night I read about a Russian officer in Richard Wormbrand’s book, Tortured for Christ whose memory of what her grandmother did saved her soul.

Richard saw the Russian officer on the street and said, “ ‘I wish to speak to you about Christ.’ She asked me, ‘Do you love Christ?’ I said, ‘Yes! With all of my heart.” She fell into my arms and kissed me again and again. It was a very embarrassing situation for a pastor, so I kissed her back, hoping people would think we were relatives. She exclaimed to me, “I love Christ, too!” I took her to our home and discovered to my amazement that she knew nothing about Christ-absolutely nothing-except the name. And yet she loved Him. She did not know that He is the Savior, nor what salvation means. She did not know where and how He lived and died. She did not know His teachings, His life or ministry. She was for me a psychological curiosity: how can you love someone if you know only his name?

When I inquired, she explained, “When I went to high school, I was taught that it was my holy duty to defend the Communist morals. But I did not know what a ‘holy duty’ or a ‘moral’ looked like. . .My grandmother always bowed before this picture, saying that it was the picture of one called Cristo (Christ). And I loved this name by itself. This name became so real to me! Just to say the name gave me such joy.’. . .She joyously found Christ in my home and now the One whose name she loved lived in her heart.

The memory of her grandmother bowing to a picture of Christ stayed with her all those years and opened the door to eternal life with Him.

The grandmother never explained Christ to her, but her actions were recorded in the hidden vaults of the grand-daughters memory. When Richard said the word “Christ,” it jarred the vault open, and the memory resituated and birthed new life for her.

What will our children and our grandchildren remember about us? That we prayed for them? That our life was postured in adoration toward the King of Kings and Lord of Lords, bowing before Him with our countenance, our words and our actions? Seems kind of hard until you remember you’ve got the priority list up above. If we keep our eyes on Him, He will direct our path, and the memories we make for our kids will be ones we want brought to life.

Sharon Glasgow

Mothers: Changing History Through Prayer

Mothers_Blessing_of George_Washington_Dale_Glasgow_comMother’s Blessing of George Washington
8 x 10 fine art print by Dale Glasgow, © 2012.

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Hours before I was conceived my mom got on her knees in front of a red leather couch and poured her heart out to God with weeping, “Lord, if you will give me this night a baby I will dedicate it to You and for Your service, all the days of its life.  Amen.”God answered her prayer that night, and all my days have been dedicated to Him because of the fervent prayers of my mom.

My mom followed in the footsteps of millions of mothers who have prayed for thier children.

From the time of Moses until this very day, some of our most influential Christian heroes become history makers because of their mothers’  prayers.

Moses’ mother, Jochebed, modeled this type of prayer. She was a matriarch of the Old Testament,  selflessly devoted to her family, with unwavering faith and commitment to God. I envision Jochebed with her face to the floor crying out to the God of Israel, to her God, weeping on behalf of her baby whose life was endangered. Jochebed pleaded for God to spare and hoped for answers she could not see.  God not only saved Moses’ life but through Moses saved over two million Israelites out of Egyptian bondage.

God I want to be a mother who contends for her children like Jochebed.

John Wesley, one of the greatest evangelists of the 1700s, ( speaking to crowds of twenty thousand people or more) was raised by a mother who prayed. Susannah Wesley raised John in a home dedicated to the Word of God and prayer. In the midst of raising 10 children she would spend two hours a day in prayer herself. Many days she couldn’t find a place of solitude so she would lift her apron over her head to be alone with God.  There she would pray among the children playing about her.  Often her husband was gone for long lengths of time leaving her as a single parent. Another of her other children, Charles Wesley wrote over 9000 hymns that we still sing today.

God I want to be a mother who prays for her children like Susanna Wesley.

George Washington, the Father of our Country changed the course of American history for God’s Glory. His overwhelming reputation of humility, perseverance, dignity, honor, strength and sincerity was second to none. He was not just a military and revolutionary hero, he was a shining example of one enlisted in the army of God. The King of Kings was his leader and none other. George’s mother, Mary Washington raised him and his siblings as a single mother after his dad died when he was ten. She found her strength in God alone. It is recorded that she went to a nearby rock outside of her house to pray continually. George wrote letters to his mother while in the battlefield of the Revolutionary War proving what her prayers were doing for him. He wrote that he escaped death when bullets went through his coat and horses were shot out from under him. Miracle after miracle happened to George, and he honored his mother with these words “All that I am I owe to my mother.” George Washington  knew many of his triumphs happened because of his mother’s pleading prayers on his behalf. She prayed diligently and birthed our nation a God- fearing courageous leader.

God I want to be a mother who prays unceasingly for her children like Mary Washington.

Billy Graham, the Moses of our day, has led nearly 3 million people out of spiritual bondage into freedom in Christ, has preached the gospel to more than 80 million people in his lifetime. He said that of all the people he had ever known his mother had the greatest influence on his life. She would gather the family to listen to the Bible and have prayer together in the presence of God. She and his dad would pray for Billy every morning at 10’Oclock.

God, I want to be a mother who influences her children through the power of prayer like Morrow Graham.

Every Christian mother contending, interceding, praying for her children has the potential to change the course of history for God’s Glory. Our world is in need of God filled history makers to rise to the calling right now. I’m setting the challenge for myself today and I would love for you to join me; I am going to pray more diligently than ever for our children and their future. I will stand on these promises of God as I pray for them;

Matthew 21: 22, “And whatever things you ask in prayer, believing, you will receive.”

John 14:13-14, “And whatever you ask in My Name, that I will do, that the father may be glorified in the Son .If you ask anything in my name, I will do it.”

I will pray as my mother did for me, for our children and for generations to come with unwavering passion and persistence. When I stand before the judgment seat of Christ I want to be counted among the hall of fame history makers like Moses’ parents were in Hebrews chapter 11.  God rewards those who believe in Him and diligently seek Him. So rise up mothers and be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might as you pray to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than you can think or imagine.

Sharon Glasgow