tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729569.post116531715736303108..comments2024-03-23T05:42:07.516-04:00Comments on The Deliberate Agrarian: A Reflective Ramble About Salvation & PrayerHerrick Kimballhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17116051416696885647noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729569.post-45923107437042120592011-10-29T15:30:01.885-04:002011-10-29T15:30:01.885-04:00"Mr. Graham explained that in order to be sav..."Mr. Graham explained that in order to be saved, I needed to admit I was a sinner and accept Jesus into my heart by praying a prayer." BUT, Peter explained, "Repent and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ for the remission of your sins." Who are you going to believe?William Boydnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729569.post-42891824810393180222010-06-03T13:31:28.814-04:002010-06-03T13:31:28.814-04:00So happy I came across this blog as well as the &q...So happy I came across this blog as well as the "Diary of a farmwife" site. Amazing.<br /><br />I come from a farming family....years of history... yet i'm probly the only one who carries the land in her heart. Although i do not have any way to live that out currently (young, broke, and currently serve in an urban church), i take my fair share of retreats and help friends work on the pieces of land they've bought. <br /><br />Also I live in Kentucky so Mr. Berry has pretty wide reign round these parts. Your thoughts and words certainly remind me of His.<br /><br />Anyways... before reading this post, I read your entry concerning leaving a legacy of faith and passing that on down. Tears came up quickly. I have a picture in my room of my great-great-grandmother. She has her bible opened and my grandmother and her brother (little toddlers at that point) have their heads bowed on her knees. I have three brothers that are not walking as closely with the Lord as we would wish. My mom and I sit in tears many times and I remind her that prayer availeth much. And there are a lot of generations and a lot of prayers that have been the foundation of our history. I'll definitely be sending her- and my grandmother- these posts.<br /><br />one last note and i'll cease with the wordiness... Good for you praying for your sons and future DILs. I used to leave those things out of prayer --wrongly compartmentalizing them as not "spiritual" or "important" enough, but I realized that when/if I do stand in the mirror someday with my wedding dress on... I will be heartbroken if I can't say "My mother/father/friends, etc. have prayed for this day and this man" And so now i ask more freely for those that care for me to pray for my future husband. It is a great great gift that you can give your children.<br /><br />ok i'm done now. Thanks for giving me a warm, heart-y, break in my workday.<br /><br />-Erinerinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17727764952024965906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729569.post-1165355180561515762006-12-05T16:46:00.000-05:002006-12-05T16:46:00.000-05:00Hi Carla Lynne--Yhanks for sharing your thoughts h...Hi Carla Lynne--<BR/><BR/>Yhanks for sharing your thoughts here. I will go to your blog right now and read what you wrote!Herrick Kimballhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17116051416696885647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729569.post-1165327659083280912006-12-05T09:07:00.000-05:002006-12-05T09:07:00.000-05:00Herrick,I don't consider this post rambling at all...Herrick,<BR/><BR/>I don't consider this post rambling at all. I consider it inspired.<BR/><BR/>I wrote a post this week on my blog~ I hope you'll read it. I will soon post the testimony of how God reached over and over again to protect me as a child, seal me from a seared heart, and even in the midst of being a chief among sinners, followed along the edge of the precipice keeping me from falling off while revealing His love and forgiveness- and saving me.<BR/><BR/>As a child starting at the young age of seven, left alone all summer-every summer, at the shore with absent family members- my summers consisted of catching my own bounty from the sea, and getting the best fruits and veggies from the farmer who traveled down the dirt road in a pick up filled with harvest. <BR/><BR/>Starting with the sun's first pink rays and the morning high tide, and ending with the dusky grey sky and the second high tide, I sat alone, on a jetty, and listened, and heard the Creator. <BR/><BR/>Even now, like you Herrick, I find the Gospel set before me in the dew covered, cool walks of early morning with the Lord, as it was in the first garden, or in walks watching the sun peek through the woods or set below the horizon. <BR/><BR/>I don't know who prayed for me, but I am sure, in that day, I will turn to the them in heaven and say, "Thank you". :)Carla Lynne Klimukhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13755078904557802428noreply@blogger.com