The Way of Peace

The Way to a Meek and Quiet Spirit - Part 2

 

Recorded from:
Kathie Davidson's weekly Women's Meeting at Water of Life Church, Plano, Texas - Thursdays @ 12:10 PM

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How Does Jesus Deal with Women? Part 1

~ A message for women, through a woman ~

In this series, Kathie Davidson takes us through the scriptures, and by the Spirit of God, we learn how Jesus deals with women.

How Does Jesus Deal with Women? (Part 1)

 

What Jesus did for one, he will do for all. So what did he do for these women?


What Do We Believe?

What are we to believe as Christians?

If you are looking for the answer to that question, the following video will be helpful. Kathie Davidson is a minister of the gospel and along with scriptures, she shares a personal testimony about learning to believe. It's just 11 minutes in length and I believe it will bless and encourage all who listen. (Click below to listen)

God bless,
Kathy Currier

What Do We Believe? 

 

A Man Called Norman

A testimony, by Mike Adkins.

I heard this testimony a few years ago when a friend shared it. I pray it blesses all who listen.

God bless,
Kathy

"Thou shall love thy neighbor as thyself..." Mark 12:31



A Man Called Norman Part 1:

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God On The Mountain - A Song of Deliverance

Thou art my hiding place; thou shalt preserve me from trouble; thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance. (Psalm 32:7)

The following is the story behind the song, "God On the Mountain", shared by the song's composer, Tracy Dartt. You'll probably never hear the song again, without being reminded of what God did for Tracy, when he gave him that song;  but it was not only for Tracy and his family, but a song of deliverance for the Body of Christ.

At the end of the testimony is a video of the song ministered by Terre Brown, a minister of music with Water of Life Ministries.

God bless,
Kathy

God On The Mountain

1974 was one of those “trial of your faith worketh patience” experiences for Sharon and I (Tracy). We were living in Apple Valley, California. I had entered into a partnership with an old friend, building swimming pools in the high desert. Things seemed to be going well, sales were terrific, and customers were satisfied.  We were floating on air. Then came the end of the building season. We had nothing to worry about. We had a half-dozen pools under construction and a bank account full of money. Plenty, we thought, to get us through the winter with ease.

 Sharon and I had started a gospel group with another couple, June and Dale Wade. We had a pretty fair country gospel sound. We named the group the “Country Congregation”. I wrote most of the music for the group and secured a recording contract with Calvary Records in Nashville. While the group was developing, I noticed something disturbing in our pool business. The bookkeeper kept telling us to spend more money, but our bank account was shrinking faster than our pools were finishing. The wholesale price index was increasing rapidly with inflation. My partner kept increasing prices to compensate for the cost increases, but something was not right. I approached him on the matter. He was completely frustrated with the whole situation, and I realized he had hit the wall of burnout. He handed me all the books and contracts and said, “Here. You figure it out.”

 I closed myself in the office for the weekend. I went over and over the figures and laid it all out on a spreadsheet. The figures looked bad. I calculated that when all our construction was finished, we would be $22,000 in the hole. I couldn’t believe it.

 My partner threw his hands up. He was tired and frustrated. “Let’s bankrupt it,” he said. I didn’t feel it was the right thing to do. “Alright then. If you want to try to save it, be my guest! You can have it all!” He drew up a paper and turned everything over to me; office equipment, the truck, his car, and a $22,000 deficit. Sharon and I prayed. Boy, did we pray! What would we do now? It would be six months until the building season would return. I had pools to complete and no money to do it with. “God, help us!” We didn’t have much, but what little we had I had used to buy into this seemingly wonderful business. But now... wow!

 In the midst of the turmoil, I awakened from a troubled sleep one night. It was two o’clock in the morning. A tune was echoing in my troubled brain. I picked up a tablet and a pencil and began to write, “Life is easy when you’re up on the mountain, and you’ve got peace of mind like you’ve never known. But, when things change and you’re down in the valley, don’t lose faith, for you’re never alone.” “Thank You, Lord,” I prayed, “for being God in my valley.” The chorus came, “The God on the mountain is still God in the valley. When things go wrong, He’ll make them right...” In all, it took about thirty minutes. I again prayed, “Thank You, Lord,” and then settled back down to sleep.

 Morning came, breakfast and prayer time. “Lord, show us Your will.” I went off to work. Shortly after arriving at the office, the phone rang, “Mr. Dartt, could you please help us?” I grabbed my brief case and went to see the people who had called. Their son was a gifted athlete, but had been in a motorcycle accident and was paralyzed from the waist down. His doctor had recommended a swimming pool for the therapy the young man needed in order to walk again. I began the process of designing and building a pool for them. A few days later, another call came, “Mr. Dartt could you come talk to me about a pool?”

 So, through the off-season, we ended up selling and building 12 pools in all, at a time when no one else was building pools. The building season came, and all of a sudden, we were able to finish all of our construction and eliminate our debts. We were free and clear, without having to bankrupt the business. God had taken us through the valley.

 The song, “God On The Mountain” was first recorded in 1975 on the Country Congregation’s first album. Later, it was recorded by The Weatherfords, Mark Gray, The Ambassadors (Jim and Lawanda Beard), The Pacific Coast Baptist Bible College Chorale, and several other part-time groups. Thirteen years later it was recorded by The McKameys, from Clinton, Tennessee. Hal Spencer, from Manna Music, called me on September 10th, 1988. I remember the date exactly, because it was right after my first Sunday as the new pastor of Auberry First Baptist Church in Auberry, California. “Tracy,” He said, “Your song is number 10 on the charts!” “What song? In what chart?” was my reply. “The McKameys recorded “God On The Mountain” and it’s number 10 in the ‘Singing News’ chart!” I was dumb-founded. “Who are the McKameys?” I asked. He explained and then played the song for me over the phone. The sound quality was terrible, as we lived up in the mountains and were still operating on old copper phone wiring. “That’s number 10?” Was my reaction. My initial thought was that it was just a fluke. I figured someone spent a bunch of promotion money and that it would fade away quickly. October came and the song went to number 1. For five months it remained at number 1, and during the fifth month, the song drew more radio points than any song in gospel music history. Since then, “God On The Mountain” has been recorded hundreds of times, by artists such as Lynda Randle, Jake Hess, Jessy Dixon, John Starnes, the list goes on and on. It has been translated into several languages as well. This simple little song, comprised of 72 words and 4 chords, has been an encouragement to thousands of people.

“Thank you, Lord, for the mountains and the valleys, and the gifts we are given to share with others.”

 Tracy Dartt



The Smell of Rain

(Originally titled: "Heaven's Scent")

A cold March wind danced around Dallas as the doctor walked into Diana Blessing's small hospital room. It was the dead of night and she was still groggy from surgery. Her husband, David, held her as they braced themselves for the latest news.

That rainy afternoon, March 10, 1991, complications had forced Diana, only twenty-four weeks pregnant, to undergo emergency surgery. At twelve inches long and weighing only one pound, nine ounces, Danae Lu arrived by cesarean delivery.

They already knew she was perilously premature. Still, the doctor's soft words dropped like bombs. "I don't think she's going to make it," he said as kindly as he could. "There's only a 10 percent chance she will live through the night. If by some slim chance she does make it, her future could be a very cruel one." Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened as the doctor described the devastating problems Danae could face if she survived.

She would probably never walk, or talk, or see. She would be prone to other catastrophic conditions from cerebral palsy to complete mental retardation, and on and on. Through the dark hours of morning as Danae held onto life by the thinnest thread, Diana slipped in and out of drugged sleep. But she was determined that their daughter would live to be a happy, healthy young girl. David, fully awake, knew he must confront his wife with the inevitable.

David told Diana that they needed to talk about funeral arrangements. But Diana said, "No, that is not going to happen. No way! I don't care what the doctors say, Danae is not going to die. One day she will be just fine and she will be home with us."

As if willed to live by Diana's determination, Danae clung to life hour after hour. But as those first rainy days passed, a new agony set in for David and Diana. Because Danae's underdeveloped nervous system was essentially "raw," the least kiss or caress only intensified her discomfort, so they couldn't even cradle their tiny baby. All they could do, as Danae struggled beneath the ultraviolet light, was to pray that God would stay close to their precious little girl.

At last, when Danae was two months old, her parents were able to hold her for the first time. Two months later, she went home from the hospital just as her mother predicted, even though doctors grimly warned that her chances of leading a normal life were almost zero.

Today, five years later, Danae is a petite but feisty young girl with glittering gray eyes and an unquenchable zest for life. She shows no sign of any mental or physical impairment. But that happy ending is not the end of the story.

One blistering summer afternoon in 1996 in Irving, Texas, Danae was sitting in her mother's lap at the ball park where her brother's baseball team was practicing. As always, Danae was busy chattering when she suddenly fell silent. Hugging her arms across her chest, Danae asked her mom, "Do you smell that?"

Smelling the air and detecting a thunderstorm approaching, Diana replied, "Yes, it smells like rain."

Danae closed her eyes again and asked, "Do you smell that?"

Once again her mother replied, "Yes, I think we're about to get wet, it smells like rain."

Caught in the moment, Danae shook her head, patted her thin shoulder and loudly announced, "No, it smells like him. It smells like God when you lay your head on His chest."

Tears blurred Diana's eyes as Danae happily hopped down to play with the other children before the rain came. Her daughter's words confirmed what Diana and the rest of the Blessing family had known all along. During those long days and nights of the first two months of her life, when her nerves were too sensitive to be touched, God was holding Danae on his chest, and it is His scent that she remembers so well.

A letter from Danae's mom:
http://texasbobsworld.org/ltr_danaes_mom.htm

A Supernatural Move By God

Doyle Davidson is founder and president of Water of Life Church, Plano, Texas. The following is a testimony that took place early in his walk with the Lord while he was still practicing veterinary medicine. 

It has certainly ministered to me and I believe it will minister to others.

God bless,
Kathy

A Supernatural Move By God
by Doyle Davidson

In 1974, I was living in Argyle and practicing veterinary medicine. I received a phone call from a horse owner who had a seventeen-year old mare that was giving birth to her first foal.  

I went out to the farm and it was about 100 degrees that day. I could see that this mare wasn’t going to live; she didn’t have the strength and she was suffering from heat exhaustion.  I said, 

 “Lord, I need some cool air.” 

A thunderstorm formed within minutes, and with it was cold air, dropping the temperature (at least) into the seventies. Patti was with me and she was praying. 

I just stood by and watched; the temperature came down and the mare delivered a live foal with no help from me. We watched both the mare and foal get up.  A grandson of the owner of the Baltimore Sun newspaper was visiting the farm that day and witnessed it all. He asked Patti, “Were you praying?” 

“Yes,” she said.  

He made a statement to the effect that he was wondering if God had done that and said, “I got my answer...” 

The land was west of Lewisville [Texas] on 1171, owned by a good friend of mine, Jack Christiansen. His son Craig was also present and witnessed the whole thing.  

That was one of the greatest miracles I have witnessed. Only God knows what that did for me and Patti that day.  

God bless,
 Doyle Davidson
Servant and apostle of the Lord Jesus Christ