Red Lipstick, Cancer, And Prayers of the Multitudes

By Pam Villines

In January of 2018, Pamela was driving down the highway when the Doctor had called and informed her that she had been diagnosed with terminal stomach cancer.  He gave her three months to live.  After crying out to God, she clearly heard God say, “Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Instead, get a multitude to pray”.  In o

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trilogy Christian Publishing
• Release date: Jul 9, 2019
• ISBN: 9781640884267

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Red Lipstick, Cancer, and Prayers of the Multitude

Pam Villines

Trilogy Christian Publishers

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Copyright © 2019 by Pam Villines

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Contents

A Note From the Author... v

Chapter One 1

Chapter Two 9

Chapter Three 15

Chapter Four 21

Chapter Five 31

Chapter Six 39

Chapter Seven 49

Chapter Eight 57

Chapter Nine 67

Chapter Ten 72

Chapter Eleven 85

Chapter Twelve 97

Chapter Thirteen 107

Chapter Fourteen 115

Chapter Fifteen 121

Chapter Sixteen 133

Chapter Seventeen 143

From Start to Finish 151

A Note From the Author...

The title of my book may seem unusual to you, but it doesn’t surprise God. He made me the way I am, and I have always loved wearing red lipstick-my signature color! However, I have also been diagnosed with a serious form of cancer. As I talked to God about what He wanted me to do, He was very specific in His reply to me. He told me that I could feel sorry for myself or I could get people to pray—not a few people, but a multitude! I have done what He asked of me.

What He has asked me to do may be different than what He has asked of you. Jesus desires to work in each of our lives personally. He wants to love each of us personally, as if we were the only person created. I pray you will see my relationship with Jesus and what it has meant to me. My battle against cancer has raged, but His love for me has been unfailing. As multiple stories unfold on these pages, I hope you’ll see a common thread that runs throughout every story. That thread has been woven together with God, faith, and the prayers of His multitude. I want you to know Jesus more deeply than you ever have. I pray you will long to have Him as Lord and Savior of your life.

My life hasn’t been perfect, but my God has been. I admitted to Him that I am a sinner, and I gave my life to Him. I no longer live a life separated from Him, no matter where the twists and turns have led me. All the paths on my journey belong to Him. This God who loves me also wants to love you in the same complete and satisfying way. He has a path for you. He wants to make a way for you! Tell Him of your failures and heartbreaks. Ask Him to forgive you and make you a new creation. Ask Him to be your Lord. He is ready and able, and life with Him is eternally extraordinary!

Chapter One

For many years, I was a mental health therapist. When asked, I gave people advice and thoughtful counsel on how I believed they could make their lives better. The struggles clients shared with me were often heartbreaking and sometimes almost unbelievable. I listened with a loving ear as people told me what they were facing and what they had to overcome. As humans living in a fallen world, it seems there has always been a battle to face. In those years, sometimes divorce won. Sometimes, alcohol won. Sometimes, sin won, but God stepped in to help them become stronger so the struggle would not overtake them. I was blessed He chose to use me as He worked in the lives of His people. I visited many kind souls who were sick, even those on their death beds. My best suggestions were often simple words of encouragement or a prayer.

My uncomplicated words seemed to bring peace and comfort to those with anxiety and strife. Many were lonely, and a friendly hug or someone to talk with fulfilled their most immediate needs. I believe we are all similar in that longing. In my own life, a touch or hug from someone who I knew truly cared for me meant more than anything else when I needed it most.

I had, and always will have, a heart for those who are hurting. The reality of what I learned, what I felt for others, and what I now need have all melded together. This is my story. It’s that simple; it’s that complicated. Maybe the better verbiage is to say this is actually God’s story. He is the author and the finisher of my faith.

I now own and operate the Amish Country Store & Restaurant in Muskogee, Oklahoma. I have no idea how I managed to get into the restaurant business, but because of the ideas and opportunities God gave me, I no longer provide counseling services. Instead, my time is devoted to my Amish restaurant and store.

Recently, I have also been diagnosed with a terminal illness. It’s difficult for me to type the word cancer, much less think and dwell on the reality of what that means. It is almost blasé to hear people say, The battle is real, but my battle is, indeed, real. I am fighting Satan himself, but I do not war alone. I have my Champion by my side. He goes before me each day and every long night. What I want to focus on is that I am already triumphant—one prayer and one hug at a time-thanks to God who is my Healer and all the encouragers He daily sends to me. My ending was written long ago, and I know it is good, for He is good.

For the Lord is good; his mercy is everlasting; and his truth endureth to all generations. –Psalm 100:5

I was born in Seminole, Oklahoma, in 1954. We were an average family who lived on my granddaddy and grandma’s land. There were three girls in my family, but my two sisters were older and basically out of the house while I was growing up. Sometimes, I was able to play with my cousins who lived next door by my grandma’s house. For the most part, though, I learned to find ways to entertain myself, often playing in the creek and swimming in the pond.

My mom’s nickname was Macky—short for Maxine. She was the piano player at the local Baptist church. People loved her upbeat style, which now I could only describe as Pentecostal. Worship came alive when she played! The passion came from deep in her soul because she loved Jesus. She was a Sunday school teacher who knew the Word because she dwelled in the pages of her Bible. My sweet mom was a prayer warrior, too. She knew how to fight during a spiritual struggle. How can you not have joy in your heart when you know Jesus? How blessed I was to have a mother who lived out her faith!

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Going to church wasn’t optional with my dad and mom. Too tired? Too bad. There was no cutting a deal or plea bargaining my case. It was a fact; we were going to church.

I didn’t mind, though. In fact, I liked church. Daddy had a brother named Cagle Graves who was a fired-up Assembly of God preacher in a nearby small church, called Old Glory, that we attended when I was young. We would arrive every Sunday, and I could not wait until the point in the service when the pastor would call all the children up to the platform.

If you went to church, you could write your name on a small cardboard fish. It was then placed in a tiny glass bowl, and the preacher would use his big hands to grab a fish out of the bowl. If he called your name, you won a quarter. I was more than jubilant when my name was called! I always jumped for joy, and it was certainly a special treat. All the other children enjoyed it as much as I did, so it wasn’t difficult to get them to come to church, either. It was a great time to be a kid!

I remember my uncle jumping up and shaking and speaking the Word of God as people came to the altar to pray and be healed. I didn’t understand everything since I was a child, but I knew it was genuine. This strange feeling made me want to cry inside, as if someone was holding me, making me feel secure and safe.

My uncle had a great sense