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Posted in Uncategorized with tags on May 22, 2014 by Annette Budd



Love the Lord your God with all your heart and all your soul and all your me’odekah. This Hebrew word means so much more than just strength. Literally translated it should say, “with all your very muchness”.


I am NOT an athlete.  In fact, my children will beg and plead with me to play a sport so they can mock me.  In all honesty, I’m just glad they don’t take a video of me and send it to a television show. So although I can’t really speak from personal experience, I can imagine the following:


Superior athletes have disciplined their bodies well and know their physical capabilities.  Near the end of competition, often they will find a place within themselves that they didn’t know existed until that moment.  They somehow reach into this spot and pull out more than they have ever produced. This is their me’odekah.  This strength from deep inside is released and pushes them on to do more than ever imagined.


I’m struggling with my health right now and feel very weak physically, emotionally and mentally.  Not just in spite of this but because of this, God is helping me to use my me’odekah to press into Him. He is showing me places that I didn’t know that I had and is helping me surrender these areas to Himself. It is wonderful and I highly recommend it! Ask your Creator, who intimately knows everything about you, to show you where your me’odekah is and then offer it as a gift back to Him.



Posted in Uncategorized on January 12, 2013 by Annette Budd

Isaiah 43:2 When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze.

Unfortunately, I know plenty of people who literally walked through the fire and were burned.  My family has been plagued with fire.  The first victim of this fire was a young boy that very few in our family every met. My husband’s grandmother had a little brother. Her father was pouring gas into a carburetor when it caught on fire and severely burned the boy. He died from his injuries.  Later Grandma burned her hands in a grease fire.  When my husband was a little boy his house burned to the ground and they lost everything.

When my husband and I had been married for only a couple of years, his precious Uncle Lynn and his cousin were working for a gas company cleaning out large storage tanks.  Something caused a spark and there was a huge explosion.  Uncle Lynn was burned over at least 70% of his body.  The antibiotics that they used to keep him alive left him deaf. His body was grossly deformed.  The pig skin that they transplanted over many parts of his body gave him constant trouble.  Uncle Lynn went home to be with Jesus a couple of years ago. I like to imagine him in heaven listening to all the wonderful things that he couldn’t hear on earth and living without the burden of a body that was constantly betraying him. We were very close and I miss him very much but I am delighted that he is no longer dealing with the effects of fire.

When my husband’s youngest brother, Jerry, was in elementary school, he was playing in a dumpster and lit a match to see what was in there. He discovered the hard way that it was full of paint thinner and other explosive material.  His legs were burned severely.  I remember him having to go in and have the skin scraped off of his body. It was beyond awful.

Today our family had another encounter with fire but this time it ended very differently than all of the other times. We have been in the carpet cleaning business for about 15 years now but we have never had a day that even faintly resembled today. Gary and our son-in-law, Ryan, were at one of our client’s homes cleaning the carpet.  Ryan was inside working and Gary went out to get something from the van. (He had been out to the van a few minutes before and there was no sign that anything was wrong.) Gary saw flames and shut off the equipment. He then got in the van to see what the source of the fire was.  He saw that the fuel line had been damaged and diesel fuel was being ignited as it came out of the damaged hose.  At this point he heard a noise and a burst of flame flew at him. The fire filled the back of the van. He turned his head away and the hair on the back of his head was burned.  He then jumped out, got the hose and extinguished the fire.

After the initial relief set in that the fire had not harmed him, we started to think about our situation. About a month ago our other van, which is 17 years old and has served us well for the better part of those years, had black smoke pouring out of the engine block so we decided that it was basically inoperable. Our main van, which had now caught on fire, was the primary way that God provided income for us.

So Gary came home and we gathered the family and we prayed.

After we were finished Gary took the van to our supply house where they could safely figure out how much damage had been done. It turns out that there was absolutely NO damage to the van other than the slit in the fuel line. They were able to cut away the portion of the fuel line with the hole in it and reattach it.  They didn’t even charge us to do that. The only thing we had to replace was a garden hose that was inside our truck. There were no melted wires. Nothing was damaged at all. There weren’t even any burn marks on the walls or the ceiling. We think the slit in the fuel line was caused by another piece of equipment pushing against it.

I know this has been a pretty long explanation of our day today.  So if you have actually made it to the end of this post, we want to invite you to praise God with us that everything turned out as it did. His faithfulness constantly amazes us.



And his name is . . .

Posted in Uncategorized on April 27, 2009 by Annette Budd

Michaela (our three-year-old) and I were having a conversation about the upcoming marriage of her oldest sister.  She asked, “When am I  going to get married?”  I told her that God would give her a husband when she was grown up. She asked what his name was.  I told her that I didn’t know.  She thought for a moment and said, “I know his name. It is Gary Budd.”

Rattle the Fence

Posted in Uncategorized on January 10, 2009 by Annette Budd

I have been looking forward to Bob’s Merrick’s new blog and now it’s finally here. Bob has been a close friend of ours for years. Check out his first post about hearing from God; it is incredible.