I’m Going to Have to Move to Mourissi from Indiana. God Help me please!

I have to move to live with my sister for a while.

Donnie’s daughter is the owner of the house we shared together.

They’ve let me stay here ever since he passed away

Donnie’s son lives about 3 or more hours away from here so he doesn’t want the house.

He has a ministry helping Alcohol and Drug Addicted men.

He is teaching them responsibility by having them work at a wood cutting business.

He pays them $12.00 an hour. He even takes in their children.

His name is Donnie Joe Townsend and if you feel the desire to help him in his ministry

you can call him at 1-843-408-8668. He has a house full of men and even has bunk beds in his kitchen.

The only reason why I have been able to stay here since June 12th, when his dad passed away is

because of Donnie Joe.

Pray for me on my journey because I can’t take anything with me.

My sister won’t let me bring my precious cat named Cali because she has an 18 year old cat

that won’t like another cat.

I’ve been crying since I found out two days ago.

First I loose my love, Donnie and now my cat that I adore. I’ve had her for ten years.

I’m allergic to cats and dogs but the pet store was going to put her to sleep because she

was biting everybody who tried to pet her. The guy also said she wouldn’t eat because she

was depressed.

She has never bitten me. Oh, she warns me sometimes with a very lightly open mouth bite but

she’s hasn’t ever hurt me.

She even knows when I am crying because she cries too. She knows when my ankles swell and

she lays on top of them. It makes me feel better too. She’s like a heating pad. She loves me so

much I’m afraid she won’t eat if I find a home for her. She doesn’t like kids or other pets so it’s

going to be difficult for me to find her a home in eight days. It’s all the time I have left before I

have to take a plane to St. Louis where my sister and her husband will pick me up.

I’m trying to write this through the tears so forgive me if it’s poorly written or misspelled.

I might have to put her to sleep if nobody will take her. God help me please!

I even have to leave my computer so if you don’t hear from me for awhile that’s why.

I’ve become attached to some people I follow and don’t want to loose them too.

But what can I do?

There’s a waiting list in all of the cities around her for up to a year to get housing.

Because I am on disability income the only thing I can afford is government housing.

Leaving my adorable, loving Cali behind is killing me!

I’ve even thought about suicide but I love God too much to do that and I wouldn’t ever be

reunited with Donnie or Cali ever again if I did that.

I need prayer warriors!

Thank you,

Bonnie Gail Carter

I don’t answer emails so if you want to reach me I am at 1-765-327-3129 in Peru, Indiana.

I’m sorry if I’ve burdened you with my problems but I am all alone with Cali.

I don’t have anyone.

Cali, mama loves you

Cali, mama loves you

I Always Wanted To Know The Words To These Songs.

Public Domain Folk Songs

SWING LOW SWEET CHARIOT

Swing low, sweet chariot, coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot, coming for to carry me home

I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Coming for to carry me home
A band of angels coming after me
Coming for to carry me home

Swing low, sweet chariot, coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot, coming for to carry me home

If you get there before I do
Coming for to carry me home
Tell all my brothers I’m a coming there too
Coming for to carry me home

Swing low, sweet chariot, coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot, coming for to carry me home

 

MICHAEL, ROW THE BOAT

Michael, row the boat ashore, Hallelujah,
Michael, row the boat ashore, Hallelujah.

Sister help to trim the sail, Hallelujah,
Sister help to trim the sail, Hallelujah.

Michael, row the boat ashore, Hallelujah,
Michael, row the boat ashore, Hallelujah.

The river Jordan is deep and wide, Hallelujah,

Can’t see across to the other side, Hallelujah.

Michael, row the boat ashore, Hallelujah,
Michael, row the boat ashore, Hallelujah.

The river Jordan is deep and wide, Hallelujah,
Milk and honey’s on the other side, Hallelujah.

Michael, row the boat ashore, Hallelujah,
Michael, row the boat ashore, Hallelujah.

 

Public Domain Folk Songs

BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling in the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored,
He has loosed the fateful lightening of His terrible swift sword
His truth goes marching on.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth goes marching on.

I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps
His day goes marching on.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth goes marching on.

I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnish`d rows of steel,
“As ye deal with my condemners, So with you my grace shall deal”;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel
Since God goes marching on.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth goes marching on.

He has sounded from the trumpet that shall never call retreat
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!
Our God goes marching on.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth goes marching on.

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God goes marching on.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth goes marching on.


ALL MY TRIALS, LORD

Hush little baby, don’t you cry
You know your mamma was born to die
All my trials, Lord, soon be over

The river of Jordan is muddy and cold

It chills the body, but not the soul

All my trials, Lord, soon be over

I’ve got a little book that was given to me
And every page spells liberty
All my trials, Lord, soon be over

Too late, my brothers
Too late, but never mind
All my trials, Lord, soon be over

If living were a thing that money could buy
The rich would live and the poor would die
All my trials, Lord, soon be over

There grows a tree in Paradise
And the pilgrims call it the Tree of Life
All my trials, Lord, soon be over

Too late, my brothers
Too late, but never mind
All my trials, Lord, soon be over