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I know you’ve stopped by for a cup of coffee, so let me tell you a little bit about myself, so we can get to know each other a little better.  Before I start, I would like to tell you that I seek no glory for myself, but I give all honor and glory to God my heavenly Father. It is only through His abundant grace and the fact that His mercies are new every morning, that I am able to write this to you. Lam. 3:22-23 "It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness". My life is a testimony to God’s faithfulness to me.

My name is Denise Lower. My husband’s name is Scott and we have three children. Emily, 23, Evan, 21, and Caleb, 6. No, it is not a typo, I often refer to Caleb as the child of our old age. We also have a precious three year old granddaughter named Skylar, Emily’s daughter. As you can imagine, there is quite a journey here in my life, much like the one you are on, only with different names, faces and circumstances. I will share this journey with you little bit by little bit, much the way you would get to know a friend face to face.

We currently live in the Northwest Indiana area. Gary to be exact, 23 miles from Chicago, 8 miles from Lake Michigan and many many miles from all of you.

I was raised in a fundamental church. We began attending when I was eight years old. My mother took us to church by herself even though it was my father who initiated a Bible study with someone from work. Mom took what she heard into her heart, while Daddy rejected the truth he heard. It was difficult attending church during these growing up years, as we received much ridicule for our efforts of faithfulness.   

I was saved and baptized at the age of fourteen. A traveling evangelist preached about Hell. I realized that night, that I was a sinner and did NOT want to go to Hell. I was scared. My best friend at the time was a Baptist, and had shared with me many times her beliefs about salvation. They were not the same ones taught at the church we attended, yet something my friend kept saying rang true. Christ’s blood covers all our sins, and there is no one who can take that away from us. John 10:29 "My Father, which gave them me, is greater than all: and no man is able to pluck them out of my Father’s hand". I walked the aisle in church that night and accepted Christ’s precious blood as atonement for my sins FOREVER, even though that church taught I could lose my salvation, and that baptism was what saved me. Praise the Lord for the friend’s God places in our lives. In my early thirties, I prayed for the assurance of my salvation, due to some unresolved sin in my life, and have since re-dedicated my life to God.

Even though the church I grew up in erred on some doctrinal issues, I believe I was taught something VERY basic. God’s word has the answer. Almost every Sunday and Wednesday evening, we did a verse by verse Bible study. I can look back on those seemingly boring evenings and know without a doubt that God’s word was being hid in my heart. Psalm 119:11 "Thy word have I hid in my heart, that I might not sin against thee." I was also taught by my mother to "Follow the book (Bible), not the man (preacher)". I believe these teachings have given me a foundation that is strong and secure. After all, God’s word itself teaches us in Luke 6:48, "He is like a man which built a house, and digged deep and laid the foundation on a rock: and when the flood arose, the stream bear vehemently upon that house, and could not shake it, for it was founded upon a rock".

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