A BUSY BLESSED LIFE

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Hoover, Alabama
...God has called us into a ministry that keeps us both very busy traveling throughout the US. Doing 150 concerts a year and along with Kathy's Women's Conferences speaking engagements, we are always on the road and always reminded how great is our God! Our desire is to share the love and joy of Jesus Christ. You can learn more about this ministry at our websites, www.wadehammond.com and www.ourchurch.com/member/k/kathyhammond
Home is Hoover, Alabama and our church family is Gardendale's FBC. We are blessed with 5 children, 1 daughter-in-law, 1 son-in-law and 8 WONDERFUL grandchildren. We will try our best to keep you updated on the many blessings of our travels. Thank you for your prayers.

New CD...RAINBOW'S END

New CD...RAINBOW'S END
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Saturday, June 21, 2008

What Next?

June 23rd would have been Little Wade's 28th birthday. Although we cannot change the past 11 months, even when our hearts feel like they cannot hurt any deeper or we cannot cry another tear, some how by the tender mercies of God we try to learn from it all. Certainly there is something much better in store than being held captive to the pain and what ifs. Every morning is a new gift, the gift of a NEW day. A new day full of hope. A new day to let go of yesterdays. A new day to find God's perfect plan for myself.
"For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord,
plans to prosper you and not to harm you,
plans to give you hope and a future."
Jeremiah 28:11
kathy

3 comments:

Stephanie Drew said...

great words of wisdom...but can we take the slide show away of all the old cheesy photos of us!!!LOL:)
LOve you, praying for you today!
ALLEN

Wade and Kathy Hammond said...

Sorry....I love the old chessy photos of my sons! :)

Love you,
MOM

Angel Hays said...

ANOTHER CHOICE

"I don't know how you do it,
I couldn't have done the same."
These sometimes are the words I hear
As I say my Son’s name.
"I had no other choices,"
Is often my reply;
I must learn to live without Him,
or shrivel up and die.
It's way down on the inside
Where one can never see,
Way deep within. . .
Is the missing part of me.
It's when you do not see me
That I cry my silent tear,
Or feel the empty hurt inside,
Because he is not here.
I would choose it to be different,
I would choose to feel no pain,
I would choose to only smile,
As I say my Son’s name.
So if you wonder how I do it,
I will quietly raise my voice,
"I wouldn't have done it this way,
If I'd had another choice."