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He Leadeth Me paints a word picture of my seventy years travel with God. I met Him when I was seventeen, and He has led me through the extremes in my lifetime. Join in and follow along as we relive lifes sometimes challenging experiences.

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Publié par	Inspiring Voices
Date de parution	21 septembre 2014
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781462410521
Langue	English

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HE LEADETH ME
Charlotte Halsell Bradshaw

Copyright © 2014 Charlotte Halsell Bradshaw.

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ISBN: 978-1-4624-1052-1 (e)

Inspiring Voices rev. date: 09/18/2014
CONTENTS
Dedication and Acknowledgements
Introduction
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Dedication and Acknowledgements
This book is dedicated to the love of my late husband of fifty-nine years, JD.
I would also like to acknowledge my father, mother, and sister who gave me a happy home and childhood.
…..and my own children and their families who have given me tremendous love and support in all my activities including working computer magic by a son-in-law and a daughter who served as a photographer.
Introduction
This book “He Leadeth Me” has been written to describe the many ways God has led my life from age seventeen. It was not always apparent at the time, but as I look back, I see God’s guiding hand. I consider this relationship with God to be the most important influence in my being able to “Wake Up and Smile”. hope this will encourage others to enjoy life and join me in the enthusiasm to start each day with a smile.
The biblical quotations have been carefully chosen from the King James version of the Bible to represent the promises God has made that have guided my life throughout the past seventy years.
Matthew 7:7 “Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you:” offers the same leadership to anyone who desires it.
I would like to invite anyone who reads this book and relates to the leadership of God to email me at windsorrn@gmail.com and describe your experience with being led by God. Your response will be permission to use your story, not your name, in my next book, “He Will Lead You, too”. Looking forward to YOUR story.

Chapter 1
“Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct thy paths.” Proverbs 3: 5,6 KJV
I met God in a little farmhouse in the San Joaquin Valley. I knew there was a God, but I had left Him sitting comfortably up on the shelf until I visited some cousins in the Valley one summer. Our family motored up to visit my grandfather and Mother and Dad stayed with him. My sister and I split up, and she went to an uncle’s home. I was shipped off to a cousin I admired, which was my choice.
I was only seven but the picture is vivid in my mind of a Mother, Maud, Father, Shelby and a daughter, Shelly Ann, who was ten years my senior. I liked to stay with them because Shelly and I were privileged to sleep in the tank house. The tank house was a room up over a storage tank that I guess contained their water supply. I never questioned what was below us. I was just excited to be up high where we could look out over the valley and be closer to the stars.
They lived in a quaint little farmhouse and we all gathered in the homey living room for bedtime devotions. Maud read from the Bible. Shelby, Shelly and I sat quietly listening. The scripture and prayers have long been forgotten, but not the deep feeling of God’s love and presence that permeated the room.
This was a unique family that had learned to overcome the hardships of ill-health and thank God for each other. Maud was a school teacher which paid for their livelihood. She was strong, dependable and devoted to her family. Shelly Ann was a lovely young girl who radiated being loved and loving her life.
Even as a child, though, I recognized the strength of Shelby—that is, spiritual strength, for of physical strength he had very little. He was a slight man. When he stood, he was barely my height—being bent nearly double with his head in line with his waist. His arms dangled uselessly at his sides. Periodically, for a change of position, Maud or Shelly would grasp each of his hands and pull him to a standing position where he remained for a short time and then was lowered in the same manner, again to his chair. His every move, including feeding, was done for him. His only independent movement was a constant palsy with arms shaking uncontrollably. I had to listen very closely to understand his soft, hesitant speech, but there was one thing his handicapped condition had not dimmed. He had a twinkle in his eye that seemed to mirror a strong and courageous soul brimming with the love of God and his family.
In this brief evening devotion, I was introduced to God as a constant friend, comforter, and healer of the soul. That was only an introduction, and at my young age I did not pursue Him as a regular companion. The God I would later meet and follow His leading, just went back on the shelf for a few more years
We returned to our daily living—our family of four—Mother, Grace, Father, Charles, sister, Connie and I was three and a half years younger. America was just coming out of the Great Depression with all it’s hardships and was now in World War II and rationing. Mother was a true stay-at-home mom and my Father was an early entrepreneur whose job might consist of cracking walnuts for a candy store, making hominy, mustard pickles or vanilla to barter at the Tradex Store, or off to the mountains to pan for gold that was claimed to be in “them thar hills”. In good times he was a salesman for the cemetery where he made around a hundred dollars a month to care for our family. Thanks to my great uncle who was more prosperous than Dad, we always had a roof over our heads. My sister and I often marvel at the fact that we didn’t know we were poor.
The Tradex, I mentioned, was a unique invention born out of the depression for people with no money but tradable resources. Each person brought whatever they could scrape together and traded it for anything someone else had to offer. Each visit brought surprises. Mother became the proud possessor of a large braided rag rug that graced their bedroom for years. Once Dad brought me a pair of red and white striped pajamas, but my biggest prize was a new? bed. This was a real bed with head, foot, springs and mattress. Quite an upgrade from the canvas army cot I had slept on since outgrowing the crib. I was thrilled. Tradex also helped provide the essentials of simple food.
One summer we spent in the mountains at Big Bear. We thought we had become members of the rich and famous to have a mountain retreat. Years later we found that it was a time Dad was out of work and he was seriously hunting for gold. We stayed in a rustic mountain cabin owned by some unknown person. We didn’t see a “No trespassing sign” so we just enjoyed it. There could have been some other arrangements that I didn’t know about. I think we could have been called “squatters”, but we had a wonderful, memorable vacation. We stayed all summer. We even thought the cheap creamed codfish was great. As for the gold mining, Dad found a nugget worth about five dollars at that time, otherwise, the finds were very small, just tiny pieces of gold called colors.
It was ten years later when I heard the declaration, “You have been chosen to receive the scholarship funds for a week at Methodist Girls’ Camp”. It was 1944. The camp was in the beautiful San Bernardino mountains and the funds were given by Maud O. Yes, that was the Maud whose evening devotion had so impressed me at the age of seven. She hadn’t known that I was going to be the recipient of that fifteen dollar gift. That proclamation placed my feet on the trail up the mountain where I was to make the most important decision of my life.
I was seventeen years old and just graduated from high school.