 The people of Hayes Barton are on a journey - to live as disciples of Christ. In fact, this is our Vision. This can only be accomplished one step at a time, supporting each other along the way. One way that we can support each other is by sharing moments in time where we have felt the hand of God moving in our lives. Whether this is a time where we grew close to God or a time where we were especially distant from God, our stories are part of the fabric that make up our Christian life. When shared, they can strengthen our bond and provide the support needed to make The Journey.As you take each step of the journey, we pray that you will find the stories below to provide you strength and encouragement along the way. God is working in the life of our Church and in the lives of our members. Share your experience! Download this simple form to help you get started. When you are ready, submit it to
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Two years ago my husband of 58 years died. He had been ill with caner, which was in remission, and with dementia which became increasingly worse over a period of five or six years. With constant prayer, God’s strength and a supportive family, I was able to keep him at home until the last six weeks of his life which were spend under hospice in a nursing home. His death was a blessing and God gave my family and me comfort, peace and guidance as we faced our loss. The time came for me to sell my home of over fifty years and move to Raleigh where my two daughters and their husbands live. Deciding what to sell, what to give my family and others and what to keep was a very traumatic experience! God was with us, guiding the decisions we had to make. |
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As the oldest male of four boys growing up in my household was quite a challenge. There were many times when brothers disagreed and disputes resulted in physical confrontation. Dinnertime was interesting; if you were not on time there may be no food left. Once, my brother Stan got a fork in his hand in a dispute over the last pork chop. Looking back, many times I wonder how my parents survived four boys in a house with only three bedrooms. Yet, we grew into adulthood and moved out and forward with our lives. During a particularly rough stretch in my life, my brother Kenn was very supportive of me. He was the prim and proper one, always polished, and very successful in real estate. He took a real interest in my life and helped me transition through this troubled time. |
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