JUNE 18, 2014 - LORD, YOU KNOW OUR NEEDS - Excerpt from ‘Shouting’ On the Hills’ by Nona Freeman is the exciting, gripping story of Nona Freemans mother, Carrie Eastridge. She is a strong, pioneer Pentecostal preacher woman, dedicated to her Jesus. In spite of poor health, poverty and loss of her husband, she served God and her generation triumphantly and victoriously, in the Pentecostal movement, particularly in the Indian work in Gallup, New Mexico. Carrie Eastridge arrives to a new church work, and is alone, with her five boys in a strange city. She is flat broke and has neither food nor money and an empty gas tank. You think Jesus doesn’t hear simple prayer? Read on! ‘WHERE EVER HE LEADS’… She prayed constantly for guidance that finally came, in October of 1939. She was alone with her five sons, ages thirteen, eleven, nine, six and four years. Carrie Eastridge, now a single parent left for Raymondville, Texas. She said, ‘We have been married for twenty four years, and have moved over seventy times. My husband has not come home in two weeks. From here on the Lord Jesus will be my husband and provider. I’ll go wherever He leads and do my best to raise my boy’s right.’ By the time they loaded the car with her sewing machine, their clothes, bedding, a few books, dishes, pots and pans, and two mattresses tied on the top, the trauma of leaving made such inroads on Carrie’s strength that she collapsed and was not able to drive. Her son in law, Bug Freeman offered to drive them to their new work. She left all the furniture, housekeeping necessities, including her washing machine behind, but she took the car with her and the boys, and left. She arrived in Raymondville, at the unfinished parsonage next door to the church. The boys had gone exploring their new territory and alone, she surveyed hers. A wave of dejection swept over her as she sank onto a grubby davenport and looked around. She saw a sagging bed in the one diminutive bedroom opening into the unceiled, unpartitoned room where she sat. The davenport, two tables, the larger one leaning against the wall to support its wobble legs, four mismatched chairs, tattered curtains and her pile of belongings comprised the furnishings. The galvanized bucket dipper bore mute evidence of outside water supply, and she could see the tiny ‘convenience’ at the end of the path. For a fleeting instant Carrie remembered her lovely solid oak dining room suite, her washing machine and the white painted bathroom she left behind. It’s over she thought; ‘We have parted for the last time. I’m on my own without hope. I’ve clung to it for so long hoping that my husband would change.’ Sobbing, she slid to her knees. Serenity finally came with the Spirit’s instructions: ‘Read the 54th chapter of Isaiah.’ She read and found comfort in the abundance of benevolent promises, but verse five became her’s personally; it would be her bulwark for the rest of her life. ‘For thy Maker is thine husband; the LORD of hosts is His name.’ Laying firm hold on the Word, the crusader begins to scale her barriers. Just as she unpacked her dishes another thought struck her, ‘Those boys will come back hungry. I gave Bug my last two dollars for driving us to this new work so he could get back home. What will we do for lunch?’ Then at once she just prayed, ‘Lord, you know our needs.’ About that time her three oldest, excited young sons burst through the door holding out money in their hands, each one trying to tell the story of what had happened. Finally they were able to blurt out, ‘Mother, one of us was kicking a can, when we saw something fall out. When we went to see what it was, fifty cents lay there on the ground! Then we shook the can and look; here is two twenty dollar bills!’ Carrie’s eyes brightened with unshed tears. She said softly, ‘Thank you Jesus! Before I reminded You of our need, You supplied. Come on boys, let’s go get groceries and gas for the car!’ For more miracles from this great woman of God, you can find them in Shouting’ On the Hills’ for $12.00 + 3.50 shipping by contacting 228-497-4396. On behalf of Nona Freeman; BLESS YOU IN JESUS NAME!!! Today is the day of Salvation! Choose you this day whom ye will serve. Today is the day of Salvation! Choose you this day whom ye will serve. As for me and my house we WILL serve the Lord. Joshua 24:15 NONA FREEMAN BOOK SALES PO BX 2451 OLYMPIA WA 98507 nona.freeman@yahoo 228-497-4396 Kneemail kneemail.org kneemail@yahoo Facebook: Kneemail
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