Ros's Story

  My conversion story began at the tender age of 5 after we had just experienced a difficult situation at church where my dad got into a spat with another person at church. Those details were unclear to me but we were chased out and never to return.  My dad was fuming and we walked home  We arrived home my dad had calmed down and proceeded to tell us we needed to pray so we all knelt down in our small lounge a semi detached house at 116a second Avenue Melville my dad asking for the Lord to guide and direct us to the truth as his experience of the day was not of the Lord. His plea to the Father was sincere and tearful words from his heart. I felt impressed by his humble manner as he seemed defeated.  I recall him saying Amen and we all repeated the amen. Three loud distinct taps on the front door seemed instantaneous.  I leapt to my feet ran to the door and opened it.  To find two very tall young men and they said  “We are from the church of a Jesus Chr...

 

 My Dearest Angela it’s been a rough couple of weeks with John’s recuperation and some emotional upheavals too. In the early hours of this morning starting from 4:30 am My thoughts and emotions came in waves ebbing and flowing. I thought I heard the door bell go at 4:25am I got out of bed to see who my visitor was but nothing  Then then again at 4:55am the same thing happened  I came back to bed dozed off again! At 5:22 I thought I’d heard the door bell once again I checked the door  Went to check on the freckles the puppy she was just fine! Then my head started churning up replaying different.scenarios and felt prompted to put my thought down and share them with someone I trust more than anyone in this world. First I want to say I’ve truly loved you like my own  You have brought me so much joy  Calmed  the storms of life that have ravished on in both of our lives. Been a constant! I’ve felt prompted for some time now to get my story out through messag...

"This is my story I was born in Johannesburg. Taken home to a house in Melville by my dad. My mother did not bond well with me from what I understand. Perhaps immaturity, perhaps physiological, I will never know.  The name I was Given at birth was Rosalind Kathleen Webber. I was the fourth child to Henri  and Pamela Webber  My mother was a Pearce has a sister named Marie I was privileged to meet both grandfathers Walter Webber the distinguished highly skilled Taylor and Henry Pearce “Harry” was his nickname. He was in the Royal Navy  Only met one of my grandmothers, she was a significant role model of “Perfection” she taught me in everything she did, my love of sewing, cooking and baking came from her she was known as Johanna by all to me she was “Granny”  One of the greatest blessing a child can have is the love from a grandparent it’s a whole other level of love  It has been my absolute joy to have the love of grandchildren over the years. Some more than ...