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The story is about my hometown. This is where I grew up. I left there when I was twelve years old. Do not remember much. I do remember the storms .Nothing like 2011. The month was April, the twenty-seventh, on Wednesday morning. I felt like I was in the Wizard of Oz. I was watching the news about the storms coming our way. We were staying with our niece. She lived in a trailer when there was a bad storm coming your way. You get out, says the news people. That was what I began to do. I called my mother's friend in Pisgah. I rang her number. "Hi, Doris, how are you?" she said. She was fine. "Ask me how I am doing?" I told her I was okay, but there was a real bad storm coming. "Can we come to your house?" she said yes. Before we finished our conversation, I told her I would be there later. I was really scared. The storm was rated a 10; you do not mess around with that kind of number. That is high.
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This is my healing process. When I wrote book number one, I had just lost my daughter, and my mind was unstable, I could not remember anything. Now, the healing has started, and the good Lord has helped me to look beyond the things that has come up on me. I have to go on with my life, and I do have hope to see my little girl again. I know she is in a better place. Also, I want my readers to realize that Alice's passing was not in vain. I hope her children will know that the only way to see her is to change their lives and live for the Lord, and if they change, what they were doing it for would be worth her going. Son young we do not know what they think about they lives the healing process to help someone that may have a drug problem. I am trying to make the most of my life through Jesus Christ, my Lord. We live in Wildwood, Florida, with our two dogs.
This book is about two little girls who were taken in the night. Susie was taken while waiting for her mom to come home from work. It was late. Her babysitter dropped her off at her home. Her mom had something to do. She was running late. A couple of people heard Susies cries but did not go to see what was making so much noise. They were sorry the next day when they heard the sad news. The little girl they had seen playing in her yard so many times was gone. The time was passing by so fast. Where was that little girl? It was so sad. It seemed as though the world stopped turning for everyone. They missed her. Their mind was on little Susie when another child went missing. Jeanies brother found her missing, but her mom told her to pray if anything happened to her. She did, and the cops found little Jeanie, alive and well, with a story no one could believe. Many people were brought to jail, but there was still no answer to the case. Who did it?
can you get a light on my book Colors of the web when blacks and whits were not suppoise to used the same bathroom eat at the same place my Girls were one of a kind they did not look at the color of a person they wanted to change our world and make it better as one race they were friends from when they were real small the both love the lord and there family was number one in there lives God was first and there family was next Sue and Cindy were good people where some saw dark clouds they saw sunshine
It is about my life—from when I was a toddler crawling around on the floor. Mother had faith in God. When I saw some kerosene and drank some, Mother prayed for me. Miracle baby things happen from when I was a baby till now. Jesus turned my life around.
It is about children missing. One was found dead. The other was told by her mom to pray and was alive.
Author Jeanie Breedwell born and raised in North Alabama, followed Tammy with her musketeers on their way to a Christmas morning they can’t beleive.
My story started in 2006 after I lost my husband and one month later lost my baby daughter from an overdose of pills. My world was turned upside down, God was the one I leaned on and I was so glad to be part of my late husband's life to lead him to Jesus he got saved on his deathbed. I will tell you I was sad but I did not let it get me down, I went to church and keep my mind on the one who loves me & the one who died for me. I did not lose hope in my future it just took me some time to move on with my life I miss my family. I did cry lots of tears thinking about my daughter and Bud, my late husband. This went on for three years.