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the story part 2
the girl had a week long drug benge. admitts to crack and herion. my heart turns inside of my chest, my face hurts underneath. herion, horse, H, she stuck that poison in her veins and she is 5 months pregnant. what kind of person does this? would you stick a needle into a babies arm and shoot the baby up, would you hold a crack pipe to its lips and tell it to breathe in? no, really, because that is what you are doing, you gave that baby inside of you no choice! God place a hedge around that baby, protect her from the monster that is trying to kill herself under her addictions. stealing from friends to go get high with other friends……now there will be a law suit. the bank, and the gas station that cashed the bad checks. Felony she has done time for a felony before. i hope they lock her up for a while and give me the poor innocent child. at least that baby will have a loving mother and father to raise her in a christian home.
I prayed to my heavenly father last week about this. If we are to adopt this baby girl into our lives, then he would have to provide a house for us. bigger than what we live in now. I have a client that was talking to me about life and things, then she said to me “Let me give you some money” thoughtful of an elderly lady wanting to give you some money. her next words are forever engraved into my mind “i will pay off you student loans, and pay the down payment for you house”
yes folks, this kinda thing does happen, to those who seek Him. I left her house tonight with a check for 5500.00 to pay off my loans. I am speechless in her kitchen, i don;t know what to say. she hugs me and says “I never do this kinda thing for people, i give to schools and charities, and rehab facilities, but never to just a person, and I asked God if I was to do this, and he said yes, but i said i hardly even know this man, God told her He knows this man. So she tells me that she is doing god’s will.
we may or may not get ashley’s baby right away but i know this baby is supposed to be raised by us. she will always know ashley is the birth mother and that everyone in our family loved her so much that they knew this was the best way to raise her.
i love you Abbigale Dell Tucker. May god put a hedge around you and protect you from the evil that you have had to endure littleone. I pray for you every day and every night. God has supplied a house for us and we will be your family.
kepler
“i have stolen the golden vessels of the egyptians to build a tabernacle for my God far from the bounds of egypt.
if you pardon me, i shall rejoice
if you reproach me, i shall endure”
God unconquerable power is witnessed in the heavens. i did not say in Heaven, but in the heavens. follow some of the astronomy from the 1500’s and you will see that many of the giants of that time focused their study of the celestial movements. i am no way smart enough to actually get all of the stuff i read in the haromonies of the world by Kepler, but it is fun and challenging my mind to actually learn things. i have a dictionary beside me as i read. it gives me alot of insight for writing songs of worship. I want to learn things and then afterwards teach others.
how great He is in wisdom, how great in power, and of what sort in goodness.
“the greatest goodness is to envy no thing and its goods and to adorn the things that should receive adornment”
God has aroused my desire to have more of Him in my life, to be a branch, to hear the bells ring and people sing, sing loud for the return of my King.
God is the best and the greatest!
my story…..
it looks like the sun is finally shining here in central ohio. the snow has begun to melt and show off the landscape of harvested fields and brown grass and pine trees. life has taken a crazy trip right now. the girl, single, and very young. She is expecting. expecting as in a baby is growing inside of her. daily there are prayers offered to Christ to beg the father of light to protect this child. smoke fill the air as the young girls stands outside in the cold air to supply her bodies addition. she has been addicted to other things as well which have ultimately landed her in a jail cell and rehab. statements like “i want to change my life” spew from her fiery tongue. it licks through the lies of deception one after another. i seem to be the only one not fooled by this attempt to look and sound exactly how everyone wants her to sound. the writer knows how to deceive, he has been addicted before. christ showed up to him and he let go. let go of all that was holding him, just to let the father get a grip on him. he realizes now more than ever that gods grip on us is greater than our grip on him. enough about the writer, you shall hear more of this on later.
the girl has tears and blood pooring from her face as she rushes in the door. it appears that she had an accident of sorts. jeff, he hit me was all the writer heard come out of her mouth before he was out the door and in the driveway. only to find no one there to approach. so must anger and pain of his past came out in that very moment. he recalls his childhood as his sisters husband bruised her face and body. death was hovering over the writer. it has never really left. he never actually knew it was there until recently. going back is never fun, no one enjoys this, however it is healing and forgiveness that you find there. you must see yourself hanging on that cross 2000 yrs ago before you can ever see yourself as holy.
The neice of the writer is the girl. she has had many chances to clean up her life, repent, turn around and not go back. she always goes back. back to the darkness of the capitol city where she finds rest and peace for only a shot time, then it turns into rage and hatred. the gospel has been engraved into her since she was a child by her grandparents and her uncle, the writer. much opposition she was faced with. single mom, sister left the abuse, trying to raise babies in a world that doesn’t understand the hardship of the handicapped. the writer’s sister is legally blind. you ask how could a single mom that is legally blind raise babies. well she did raise them, they just went the opposite direction that the family wanted. now her babies are having babies. but the youngest is where my attention is locked into. this baby that did not ask to come into this world is coming. afraid of what she (the baby is a girl) will wake up to in the night of hunger, just to see the young mother lying on the floor, in the other side of hell, the world of confusion.
no child left behind….. this one will be. maybe not at first, but when the wolf sneeks in to grandmas bed to wait for the girl in the red hood. she will fail. the baby could witness real life circumstances of drug abuse and violence and sex that most of us reading this have never witnessed, a baby, ab babe, helpless.
tears form in the writers eyes and slowly make their way down his cheeks. he does not have the funds to support this child. but he does have a heart of gold. the kind of person that will do anything, go anywhere, for anyone, no matter who they ar or how famous or not they are or how famous or not he is. we were not put on this earth to get famous ar recognized. we are supposed to build his kingdom! There are some that are doing a great job of this all over the world. but have you ever had it in your face, in your home, family? The writer and his wife have had discussing about the situation that you have been filled in on. they have two children of there own. noah and samuel. they live up to their names. the always want to help people. put thier selves behind others. they are both gifted children. noah plays the guitar and trumpet very well (not like tose 5th grade concerst that you just cringe to hear) he reads nd plays music. i the womb it was told to my wife that noah would be a worshiper of god. he never likes to break the rules. samuel plays the drums, instantly has an internal metroknomb. he would like to play keys and guitar eventually. these are to boys the said they are willing to help out if they get an little sister. the writer and his wife have had the same burning heaviness in their stomachs and chest. we did not plan on having anymore children. but ig the almighty god of heaven ad father of jesus christ calls us to raise this baby, to keep her safe from the world the drugs the sex the darkness,
people are praying for us all over the us. please lift up you sincere prayer to god the father and his son jesus christ. pray that if god wants us to adopt this girl, then we need a bigger house for all of us. we are on a fixed income while my wife is finishing up her masters in education. I am a manager at a spa and a licensed massage therapist, that income will not kick it for a new house payment! God will supply the need all we have to do is ask!
Thanks for reading. my name is bobby tucker, my wife’s name is nicole.
even though… by bobby tucker
“even though i cannot see, i still believe,
even though i cannot see i still believe.
believe in the Word made flesh on day
believe in the God who sent him my way
i believe in the spirit whos alive today…
“even though i cannot see, i still believe,
even though i cannot see i still believe.
Dear Diary
well, this is going to be the site where my random thoughts will go. i figure no one is ever going to read my blog anyways. i joined tumblr because i was on xanga. i was on xanga because of David Crowder. i have great respect for this man. i don’t really want to be him, i just want to be as he is. that makes sence to me. i have a great love deep inside of my soul for Jesus Christ. he has helped me through addiction of substances that bad people sell to kids. it was in a christian rehab that i fell in love with music. real music, the music that is in the spheres. God created everything we see and don’t see. i wish i could spew words out of my mind like David does. he is just very intelligent, i wish i knew what hi IQ is. this is exactly what i mean though, he could probably be just about anything he wanted to be (except maybe an power lifter or midget) but he has chosen to be chosen. i know that i am chosen. i know that God has greater things in store for me. i am a giver, a healer. i am a licensed massage therapist by trade. i make people feel better, i “lay my hands on the sick, and the sick become well” this was something that God just made happen. everything fell into place for me to do this, but i can sing and play some guitar. i have been told that when i praise, it is sincere. my eyes are closed most of the time because i am intraverted. i actually almost went into acting right out of highschool, my cousin was living in newyork at the time and was directing some off broadway stuff. she offered me some rolls and said her friend was the director of Cats. could you imagine me, in cats? i love being on stage and getting people involved with what i am doing. that’s why i became a worship leader. i am good at getting people involved. i mean, i now go to a small church of christ in croton ohio, they have modern worship and you can wear jeans, my kids led us there, Noah and Samuel, they loved the wednesday night live youth program there. so I left the church that I was the worship leader at after much pain and sorrow, the kind you get when your girlfriend leaves you for another boy. it was hard to leave my family, but it was what god wanted for this time in my life. the direction of the church that i belonged to was not what i felt god wanted for me and my family, i actually sent David Crowder a letter in the mail, you know the kind that have stamps on them and you have to lick and actually drop in the mailbox. he never responded……….:( I just needed some upliftment (is that a word?) i realize that he probably gets alot of fan mail now but at the time he was opening for 3rd day and stuff. i was able to say hi to him after a free show in Dayton Ohio, we actually spend a good bit of time chatting with Jack, the guitar player. his words were good for me, i never really asked him serious question or anything. the kids liked him because he was the banjo man, thanks Jack,
now i will stare down at a keyboard and wonder what will come out next, just usuless words like help, i have used that word so many times but just doesn’t get the attention that it should. I wish jack parker had a blog. he seems smart but more down to earth. i’m going to finish this blog with a request, if anyone reads this blog talk back to me, insight, prayer is always good (i just don’t let some people lay their hands on me) you may have something that i do not want,
I would love to get a new guitar, Taylor T5, or GS8, also been looking at some anderson Crowdsters. i play acustic and sing with the best back up vocalist in this county, my wife, nicole. we love to love.
Failure is not in the falling, it is in the staying down.
I will live life more deliberatly. I am going to start a new book today,Ptolemy, Copernicus, Kepler. Great Books of the Western World. I am intrigued by Kessler and his Music of the Spheres. I am a musician (not a great one) I play and sing worship music, as in Christian. Having a writers block and am looking for some insight. Wish me luck!
