Today is Mothers Day. and everywhere u look mothers are being treated like queens and shown respect and given meals and mushy lovey-dovey cards.

Well that's not me. If u know me I'm not a lovey-mushy girley person. If I ever sent anyone that type of card they would wonder if I was dying or what. I go to the humorous part of the cards.

On facebook everyone was telling about the wonderful parent they were to their kids when they were growing up. Not me this is what I wrote. READY?

I found my kids in a cabbage patch and left them there till they were out of diapers, so I brought them home and sent them to school and as soon as they got home I sent them to bed. When they got big enough to leave home I opened the door and showed it to them to meet the cold cruel world. That's called tough love . By the way when people say I have beautiful kids I tell them it's cause we gave all the ugley ones away. Say the same thing about the grandkids. So all I gotta say is does that mean I'm a great mom and deserve a card. or what?

HAPPY MOMS DAY TO ALL U MOMS WHO STUCK IT OUT AND LOVED THE LITTLE BUGGERS ANYWAY.

Our Pastor wanted us to write our personal testamony as to how we came to know the Lord. so after thinking about it, here goes.

I was not raised in a christian home and knew nothing about GOD or Jesus or Heaven or angels. Once I had a babysitter that took me to Catholic mass at 6and 7 years old but still didn't tell me what it meant. So when I lived in New Orleans and ran the streets till all hours of the night, I was being protected even then. I didn't get into any bad situations but just being in the wrong places at the wrong times. once I went to a friends party and got so drunk (the only time i did drink) I spent 3 days in bed sick. back then we didn't know about alcohol poisoning. A couple of months later I was in a motorcycle accident that I should never have walked away from but after 3 days in the hospital I was ok. I'm telling this part so u will know that even though I did not know GOD then, HE knew me and watched over me.

After getting married and having two kids we moved to a small town with a population of 6,000 and 100 churches. Saturday was the day that the people would go around and knock on the doors to invite u to church. only each time they would ask me if I were a christian and I would say yes cause I was a good person and figured tht was what a christian was. and they would say have a good day and never come back. One older man, Mr Fred Williams came by and stayed about 15 mins and invited me to church and left. next week he came back and the next week came back again. I thought,"boy he sure is persistant. and I told him I'd try his church. but he looked at me and I though he could see right through me. any way the next sunday I dragged the kids and my self to the church and actually liked it. Not because of the spiritual part of it but the social part of it. everyone was friendly and family like and I was soooooooo lonely. West Ave Baptist Church. I began to go and after a while I did learn that Jesus loved me and I knew I loved him but wasn't sure about GOD cause it seemed HE was always zapping people. One day I was reading in Samuel where the people wanted a king and Samuel went to GOD and told HIM. and something happened to me that day. As GOD answered "They have a king, they have me" my heart acually broke and hurt. I felt the pain of rejection that HE had. and knew that GOD was the one that saved me by HIS GRACE and nothing that I could have done. Through my life I have learned that. 1) HE was there all the time, even when I didn't know HIM. and 2) He loved me and saved me Even when I didn't love HIM. I am so happy to share what HE has done for me with anyone who will listen.