Why Butterflies Chasing Mustard Seeds Christian Ministry?
Why, Butterflies Chasing Mustard Seeds
Me, Nancy Grinstead, I struggled to move on with my life after all the horrific trials and tribulations after, I found myself displaced back to Conway, South Carolina after living twenty seven years in Sevierville, Tennessee.
A move that was not planned.
I had little rest in my spirit from day to day.
There was a constant battle going on in my heart and mind.
I struggled like never before to market myself in today's real estate world. A world that came so naturally for eighteen years.
Ministry?
Nobody wanted to hear my testimonies, while there is a lot of miracles that took place, their was also a whole lot of sadness.
That tug on my heart was not going away. It did not matter what I did or where I went.
I began to realize, that I was in the belly of a whale similar to JONAH.
I felt as if, I could not breathe and nothing I did was going to allow me to grow until, I surrendered.
When, I realized that I was smothering and I would continue to smother. I said, " Yes, Lord. I surrendered to a higher calling.
A call, I felt in my heart, twenty five years earlier at a New Hope Church in Sevierville, Tennessee during a two week revival
I had rented a small one bedroom apartment in Sevierville, Tennessee in the month of October, 2023. I knew, it was going to be easier for me to pick up where I had left off in real estate, while I did close a couple of real estate transactions.
My family life was not getting any better. I look for more part-time work and, the doors were not opening.
I would spend many days and nights in that apartment alone seeking God's direction not mind.
I was broke, broken, and tired. All, I wanted was a life living near my family. All my family lived in and around Sevierville, Tennessee.
I wanted the life back that I have known before my liver transplant.
I continued studying an praying consistently without ceasing.
Things began to start making sense.
I was not my own, I belonged to God for his purpose.
In the days following, I went about my daily schedule, but I paid close attention to the direction and guidance as to where I was being lead I throughout the day.
I surrendered.
Why Red Salvation Bible?
God spoke to this once wonder woman's heart in 2016.
How little did I know, I was about to become a salvation seed planter for Jesus Christ.
I was lead by God to find the little red salvation bible like the one, I received in 1971 at an outdoor revival.
It was late 2017, after my family had experienced numerous horrific battles and during the time we were losing our dream home, being displaced.
The many battles to get Insurance, to keep insurance, the many hospitals and physician visits, the seven plus years to get a liver transplant, me working a fallen real estate market, my husband experienced a stroke that paralyzed him. The two most important men in my life, at the same time, were suffering from these horrific strokes. I was taking care of daddy, whom, I had brought from a nursing home in SC. to a nursing home in Tn.., while I was so sick, fighting for a liver, fighting to keep a sick young man's liver. Richard could no longer build homes, daddy had two massive strokes, left to never talk again, except for one sentence that God blessed daddy to say clearly, many times a day until the last six days before he passed in 2011. I lost my mom in 2019 seven months after the loss of our family dream home,
The only home my husband would ever build for us.
We had moved Mr. Ales he was forty six years young, the first family, I had sold a piece of land to.
died of liver cancer a week after moving him into our home.
I had taken POA to help care of Mrs. Ginny Davidson who passed at ninety three years young.
I traveled to Fort Mill, S.C. in 2012 to bring Ginny back to Tennessee to live out the rest of her life around her church family.
During this time, I had place Mrs. Ginny in the Widows Care Center, then Assisted Living, and in Pigeon Forge Nursing home, and after death, cremation.
Mrs. Ginny, a christian woman who loved and prayed for everyone she came into contact with.
Ginny received a social security check.
it took ten months working with the state of Tennessee to get Mrs. Ginny on medicaid after President Obama had taken office.
Mrs. Ginny had no family to step up to take care of her.
I believed when Mrs. Ginny when she said she was praying for me. I believe Ginny's consistently praying my family and me for years before and during transplant made a difference.
My heart kept sensing Mrs. Ginny's need for someone
to care of her in her last days.
I would prayed consistently and earnestly for God not to let me turn my back on her if he had called me to help. God called. :)
I no longer could visit Mrs. Ginny every week,
My sister, Kathy Hardwick moved in our big house with us during the horrific battle to hold onto our home while fighting her own horrific battles.
Kathy selfishly stepped up into my place and visited Mrs. Ginny every week while we were moving out of our home. Literally, a move from hell.
Kathy spent two hours reading Mrs. Ginny her bible, and polishing Ginny's nails and toes.
It takes a humble soul to touch others during their dying days.
Mrs. Kathy is that kind of a woman after God's own heart.
I spent near a year searching for that little red bible.
One day, Mrs. Ginny received a letter in the mail from a old friend in Pennsylvania.
It was not until, I began to read the last page of the letter, surprised is an under statement, there it was, the same little red bible taped to the back of the letter with an address.
The same little red Bible, I received from an old man, at age eleven at an outdoor christian revival grandma Hardwick and I attended in Marion South Carolina in 1971.
Saved by grace, washed by the blood of the Lamb, Jesus Christ.
God is a God of Restoration.
I believe in the power of divine healing.
I believe in the power of prayer.
I believe in the great physician .
I believe in the power God gives physicians and medicine to heal.
I believe we must take our own health into our own hands.