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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.