Thank You

I look out my window and begin to cry.

I just wonder why for me my Savior died.

You took the pain and suffering-I don’t deserve Your love-

It is the gift You give from above.

Thank You for the gift You gave to me.

You died so I could become free.

Thank You for the love You showed to me.

It was only through Your grace and Your mercy.

You bled and died upon a tree despite the suffering.

You said, “Satan you have to flee,

You have no part of Me!”

You said, “Father forgive them they know not what they do.”

Oh, yes, You bowed Your head and died,

And three days later, You were alive!

Thank You for the gift You gave to me.

You died so I could become free.

Thank You for love You showed to me.

It was only through Your grace and Your mercy.

Written by a Haven of Hope girl

Jesus is With Me

Full of fear, what lies ahead,

Is there life, or will I be dead,

The night so dark, I can’t see my way,

If only t’would pass, till light of day,

My hearing’s gone, silence is so loud,
I feel alone, when in a crowd,

But there is hope, I heard someone say,

There’ll be light, you’ll see the day,

So I rest myself, ‘neath joy and peace,

And I’ll say to me, my pain shall cease,

Don’t care anymore, of my troubled days,

I know Jesus is with me, now and always.

Written by Janice Crist for LaNelda

10/15/2003

Dad

May 21, 1929 a black-haired, blue-eyed baby boy, Charles Edward was born to Marion Wiley and Amanda Elizabeth (Ragsdale) George on a farm near Walnut Ridge, Arkansas. They were a large happy family who cared for their farm and Grandpa was also a postmaster.

Twenty-one months after Dad's birth his Mother and twins died in childbirth. The loss of his wife and babies proved too much for Grandpa, who turned to alcohol to drown the hurt. As so often happens when alcohol becomes the master, Grandpa lost his farm and everything else of value. So Dad and the youngest siblings were alone with very little to eat much of the time.

Dad lied about his age and joined the US Army at seventeen years of age. After two years at sea he was home a short time when he joined the US Navy.

At twenty-one years of age Dad was home from the military and married fifteen-year-old Lavada (Butler). He had followed his Dad's example and turned to alcohol and their marriage was on the rocks when they attended a revival near Walnut Ridge, AR. I was eleven months old when they both found salvation that night and the chains of alcoholism were forever broken over Dad.

Dad and Mom became pastor at Maynard, AR for a time then moved on and started churches in night clubs, storefronts or built churches in other places. They helped to build churches,   they printed tracts about salvation in different languages and supported missionaries in several countries. They lived in Philippines and Brazil for several months in each place to help missionaries there.

I was the oldest of the eleven children who were blessed to call C.E. and Lavada George,  Mom and Dad,  ten by birth and one by adoption. The names are Deb Ryan, Rhonda Bass, Carol (McCain) George, Sherlyn Burnette, Juanetta Gobin, Angela Redd, LaNelda George, Mark George, Anita Huddleston and Joel George. There have also been many who have lived with us for periods of time. At one time we counted nineteen who had lived with us from a few months to several years.

Somehow through God's will we George children were born to "THE MOST WONDERFUL DAD IN THE WORLD."

  Why should my brothers, sisters and I be born to a man who loved, and respected us, when thousands, maybe millions are not?

  Why should we be born to a 'MAN OF INTEGRITY'? A man who was LOYAL, and HONORABLE? When everyday we see people with anguish in their faces caused by their dad.

  How do the children who have been hurt by their dads learn to trust God? When our earthly and heavenly FATHERS are so close in our minds?

  How were we chosen to have a Dad who loved us, and wasn't afraid to show it. And he somehow knew the way to show us true love. Not the fake kind that doesn't care to cause hurt to their own children.

  How did Dad know the way to be the 'WONDERFUL DAD' he was? From the time he was a toddler his Dad was rarely there for him.

  How did Dad know the way to love, and respect, and cherish our Mom? His Mom died when he was a baby.

  Dad's love for God and His Word are doubtless the answer to those questions. He spent countless hours reading the Word of God, and one of my fondest memories was when he would lie on the sofa and I would sit nearby and readthe Bible to him. At times I would think he had drifted off to sleep. But, when I mispronounced a word he would correct me.

  I truly believe God, through His Word led Dad to be the 'GREAT FATHER AND HUSBAND' he was.

In the hearts of his children Dad is still the 'SHINING LIGHT'. The 'LIGHT' that led us toward God. He taught us the way, and helped us when we strayed, to find the path again. He never made excuses for our wrongs, nor decided that it wasn't wrong because we wanted to do it. But Dad always let us know he loved and believed in us. There was nothing Dad thought we couldn't do.


  There is no tribute I know of that would be worthy of such a dedicated Father. There is no honor you could bestow on him that could build DAD higher in our eyes.

"DAD WAS OUR HERO."





Somehow through God's will we George children were born to "THE MOST WONDERFUL DAD IN THE WORLD."

  Why should my brothers, sisters and I be born to a man who loved, and respected us, when thousands, maybe millions are not?

  Why should we be born to a 'MAN OF INTEGRITY'? A man who was LOYAL, and HONORABLE? When everyday we see people with anguish in their faces caused by their dad.

  How do the children who have been hurt by their dads learn to trust God? When our earthly and heavenly FATHERS are so close in our minds?

  How were we chosen to have a Dad who loved us, and wasn't afraid to show it. And he somehow knew the way to show us true love. Not the fake kind that doesn't care to cause hurt to their own children.

  How did Dad know the way to be the 'WONDERFUL DAD' he was? From the time he was a toddler his Dad was rarely there for him.

  How did Dad know the way to love, and respect, and cherish our Mom? His Mom died when he was a baby.

  Dad's love for God and His Word are doubtless the answer to those questions. He spent countless hours reading the Word of God.

  Many times when Dad was tired he would lie on the sofa.I remember sitting nearby and reading the Bible to him. At times I would think he had drifted off to sleep. But, when I mispronounced a word he would correct me.

  I truly believe God, through His Word led Dad to be the 'GREAT FATHER AND HUSBAND' he was.

In the hearts of his children Dad is still the 'SHINING LIGHT'. The 'LIGHT' that led us toward God. He taught us the way, and helped us when we strayed, to find the path again. He never made excuses for our wrongs, nor decided that it wasn't wrong because we wanted to do it.


  There is no tribute I know of that would be worthy of such a dedicated Father. There is no honor you could bestow on him that could build DAD higher in our eyes.

"DAD WAS OUR HERO."






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