Just sharing!

As I was resting I was thinking how far I have come in my life, in my emotional and especially in my spiritual existence.

In 1967 after Paul was born I was not myself, I felt depressed, lonely, just not right, so I went to a doctor, who did not really take the time to listen to me. gave me some pills and told Ted to take me out for dinner or something. Only one problem we did not have money to go out for dinner, never mind paying for a babysitter. We had no family here. So what was I to do, the doctor gave more pills. They did not help.

Our church was having a meeting at the Salvation Harbour Light, where street people, mostly very intoxicated could come for a meal. after some preacher would slap a sermon on them! Pardon me, but that is how they must have felt! The pastor asked me to sing, that was the last thing I felt like doing. But I went, taking my autoharp with me, nicely tuned by Ted!

The pastor's message went something like this. A pilot who flies a plane can put the plane on "Autopilot" so he can relax a bit and eat and enjoy the ride. So also, we can either fly our self or make Jesus our "Autopilot" and relax and enjoy the ride!

After a message the custom is to give an invitation for anybody to come forward and accept Jesus in their lives and then are allowed to enter into rehab. Nobody came forward, but I should have. My heart and mind were touched with such encouragement. When I came home I flushed all those pills down the toilet and I set my life on "Autopilot".

Me being a young 27 year old mother to Ron then 3-1/2 and Paul six months old, and young in the Lord, my faith soared.

That is one of the reasons I wanted to minister there as a family. The Lord gave me there a new beginning. We started going when the boys were six and three. Ted would bring a message and we sang together. We did that for many years one evening a month. When Yvonne came along we took her as a baby. The ladies in the audience wanted to hold her. One such lady we called "the frizzled hair babysitter". They felt so honored to do that for us! The men just loved to help us carry our equipment down the stairs and into our truck.

See, we all have to endure the tests of time, we grow stronger and we will be more understanding.

In the future I would like to write some more about our times as the "Decock family Singers"

Love Trudy