Donna Collins Tinsley is a sister among you, a sojourner, who writes a word of hope for mothers who have been affected by the pain of addiction in their loved ones lives. She prays for them also through Somebody's Mother Online Prayer Support Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/119408188089314/.
She lives in Port Orange, FL and has been included in 17 book compilations, several magazines and online. She is a lover of the Lord Jesus Christ.
Have you ever felt like you wanted to feel more "power" when you prayed?
Have you ever wanted to be the one to have the healing touch that transforms the
blind, lame or afflicted? Once when I prayed for a homeless person, the next
time I saw him he said he had felt heat come through my prayer or touch. It
seemed to have made a profound memory for him, but I didn't feel anything like
that myself. I have always wanted to, though. I know when the lady healed by
touching Jesus' garment reached out it is said that He felt virtue go forth
from Him and healing power. "But Jesus said, "Someone deliberately touched me,
for I felt healing power go out from me." May I say to you reading this blog
that many of you have touched me deeply with your heartbreaking stories. I only
wish that I had the healing power to help each one of you. You do have my
heartfelt prayers for mercy and relief and comfort from our Lord.
Today I read in Job 29:15-17:
"I was eyes to the blind, And I
was feet to the lame. I was a father to the
poor, And I searched out the case
that I did not know. I broke the fangs of the
wicked, And plucked the victim from his
I wish my life had this impact that Job's had
in his lifetime. No, I don't really want to attain to what is commonly called,
"The sufferings of Job" although there have been many times that I have felt a
kindred spirit with that suffering. The key verse that stood out to me, was"I broke the fangs of the
wicked, And plucked the victim from his
I am thinking about young people today and
the trap that the enemy has put before so many, a subtle but evil trap of
addiction. It may have started of legitimately with a prescription from a
doctor, it may have started off by peer pressure and it may have seemed cool at
the time. But they don't realize they are in the fangs of the enemy and it can
be deadly. To a twenty-year-old life holds no fears, death is something far off.
But it is true as said recently by my oldest daughter, that "Cemeteries are full
of twenty-year-old people who thought they would not die." Facebook pages are
filled with stories written by the still grieving parents of many of these
young, seemingly invincible adult children who took one drug, one time too
My prayer today is that many will, through
prayer, go into the enemy's camp and deliver those who are in the fangs of the
wicked. Their very life may depend on it.
Courage to Change (Grant Us Grace) (Volume 2) by Elizabeth
I’m fast becoming a fan of Elizabeth Maddrey with her Grant Us Grace series.
I was surprised
that the storyline centered on Allison but the transition from the first book
was smooth and convincing.
I myself, wrestled
with issue Phil was grappling with but since I had Biblical grounds for divorce
the battle wasn’t as intense for me.
I feel like this
series of books should be in each Crisis Pregnancy Center library as it is so
informative about the help that is offered to women in a crisis pregnancy. The
book examines all the pros and cons of adoption.
The element of suspense
woven throughout the story concerning Phil’s ex-wife came to a dramatic
conclusion at the end of the book. I was glad closure was found.
There were some
sad and poignant parts as the characters portrayed life among real families.
Families who sometimes want to control adult children and the painful
interactions between parents and children. It also shows some of the prejudices
that are prevalent even among church-going Christians.
There are very
good resources listed at the back of the book as well as discussion questions
for Book Clubs.
forward to reading the next book in the series and would recommend this book to
*I received this book from BookCrash and the publisher in
exchange for my honest and fair review.
hit me hard again at the small group meeting concerning the book, The Dance by
Dan Walsh and Gary Smalley. Sometimes I can go months or even years without the
deep, soul-wrenching father hunger and then something will strike my heart.
Maybe just hearing about someone who just laid upon his father’s chest as a
child, remembering the feel of his scratchy beard, or a father admitting that he
failed in the fathering department. Knowing he can’t go back and change the
past concerning his lack in parenting, he decides instead to be the very best
grandfather he can be.
name was William Donald Collins. I haven’t seen him since I was about eight
years old. I often wonder why he didn’t stay in touch with me; I’m not sure if
he and my mama ever lived together. He was in the Army or Air Force and we
stayed with my grandmother, Mary Ethel White Wirth. I was born on May 19th,
1951 at Erlanger Hospital in Chattanooga, TN. The reason I am putting full
names here is, maybe someone from my paternal family might see this and want to
My mother’s name was Linda Lee Wirth Collins
Reece Lewis; wow, that is a lot but most people knew her as Linda Reece in
Florida, Linda Wirth in Chattanooga Valley. Everyone loved her hearty laugh and
giving ways. Because she was so young, I think at times she nearly felt like I
was her sister, and sometimes even her mother. Yes, we were a wildly
dysfunctional family but there was always laughter in the mix. She used to say,
“You have to laugh to keep from crying.” I have to agree with that one, Mama.I miss the laughter especially now that you
I think the
hardest thing for me to accept in going back to the “father hunger” was why did
my paternal grandparents not look me up? That is my biggest question. After
living life with an abusive first stepfather who ended up in prison and then
the next was one an alcoholic for most of his life, I think I gave up on
fathers. What if I found my own father and he was as bad as the rest? Why bother?
But even so,
one time someone said they thought my biological dad was staying at a hotel on
the beach in Daytona and wouldn’t you know, I was there looking. I saw someone
who from a distance looked like those old black and white, tattered pictures
and went running him down until as I got closer and I knew it wasn’t him. That
was one of the times that I managed to bring tears to the eyes of my husband,
Bill, as he said it was so sad to see me running after a father who never
showed up for me.
Good news is
my stepfather, John Lewis, that was married to Mama when she passed away did
get sober in his later years. He really mellowed out. And although I never
really partook of the “father” gift of my father-in-law, Pete Del CeCato
because of the scars of my past, I must say he was a good one.
I didn’t really think about that until the recent
day this past May, he lay in a hospital bed and was dying.As I laid my hands on his precious head,
releasing him to the Lord, I realized that indeed, the Lord did put a good
father figure in my life. “O Lord, Pete never hurt me, he never hurt my
daughters; he was a good father. I never realized what I had in him, and
nowit is too late.”
had put walls around my heart in the father department, I never really let him
be a “dad” to me. But to the ones that allowed him to be their dad, Bill’s
sisters and brother, and our wonderful Phyliss who was his only biological
child, a great gift was given.
This year will
be the first Father’s Day he will be celebrating in heaven with our heavenly
Father. We know that although many of us did not have that true “father”
experience while here on earth the time in eternity together with the One True
Father, Who Never Disappoints, will be a dream come true. And there will be no
more father hunger for any of us who have experienced that pain.