God's Hand on A Saved Sinner

By Douglas Nielsen

I have written this book to show God’s hand on a saved sinner. As I have gotten older and looking back on some things in my life, I now see God’s hand. This is just a closer look back at some of the instances where God has stepped in and protected me.
You will see the intervention of God when my life could have ended. I know that God has a plan for me. I do not know what it is, but God knows everything.
I have also written this to show that God’s hand is on all. He will protect his people or give them the grace to endure through the situation they are in. I will also try to show that there is no one who is too filthy or too far from the saving grace of Jesus and the salvation they can have through him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Feb 25, 2023
• ISBN: 9798887510026

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God's Hand on A Saved Sinner

Douglas Nielsen

ISBN 979-8-88751-001-9 (paperback)

ISBN 979-8-88751-002-6 (digital)

Copyright © 2022 by Douglas Nielsen

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Table of Contents

Preface

Sturtevant

Oregon

Kentucky

Tschudi

Meadowood

Frederick

Coontail

Credits

Questions to Ponder on about Yourself

About the Author

To my mother, father, and the rest of my family who have assisted me in my life; to those who love Jesus and have to struggle with evil in their lives every day; to those who may not know Jesus; and to those who think they are too filthy for God's love and salvation. All can be saved!

Preface

I have written this book not for my own glory but to show the mercifulness of God to a sinner. This book will take you partly through the life of a sinner who only has lived through the grace, love, and the hand of God. As I said, it was only through God's hand and grace that I came to know Jesus and have been saved.

This book is about the streets where I lived during the different chapters of my life. God had worked in me and through me in each chapter of my life.

Sturtevant

I was being prayed for before my birth. My mother (bless her soul) was a single mother, without a husband. Gloria (my mother) was dating someone in high school when I was conceived. I don't blame her; she did bring me into this world. She stood firm against aborting me. I thank God for that. I loved her no matter what. God was watching out for me, even early in my life. I know now God has a purpose for me.

I was born in June of 1965. I was not a pretty baby as others were. I was told the stories many times about how I looked like when I was born. I lay on my mother's hip bone. Somehow, I was born bruised and with a misshaped head. I was told I was so hideous that I had no pictures taken till I was six months old. I don't remember much when I was that age. Again, I thank God and my mother for giving me a chance to survive.

My mother was, you could say, vertically challenged. Before she was eighteen, she had to have hearing aids and glasses. Not many years later, she had to get false teeth. It must have been hard for a person with these issues and be a teenager. They did not set her back one bit. She also was pregnant out of wedlock. Through the help of Grandmother and the grace of God, she endured and raised a son by herself.

I learned later in life that God knit me in the womb, so I really turned out just as God wanted me at birth. There are some people today who do not understand this concept. Again, I am thankful to God and my mother for not having an abortion. I have heard it said, Why does God not cure some disease? But I say he could have if the one he had to cure diseases were not aborted.

I do not know who my father was, but my mother knew his name. I never asked her, because she had married another man, whom she had met a couple of years later. She asked me later in life if I wanted to know; and I told her no, he was just a donor, and he was not my dad. I knew that God had a purpose for me and my life, even if I was unsure.

I do remember vaguely when Gloria started seeing my dad (Oscar). I was maybe a year or two. I remember going to court to get my last name changed. Later, after my brother was born, I told him he would have to go to court to get his name changed. I did not really understand the last name thing at that age. He did not have to do that due to their marriage.

There were a lot of good and bad times. I remember one winter day, when I was in kindergarten, I told my dad I could not figure out how to get to school. My school was two or three blocks away from my house. Instead of getting mad at me, he told me to come inside, that I could go tomorrow. We sat at the kitchen table, and he made us a bowl of Lucky Charms cereal.

When I was three or four, I had an accident with the toilet seat. I just happened to be tall enough to reach the rim of the toilet. Somehow, the seat came crashing down on my toddler part. My mom and dad rushed me to the doctor. I was bruised and sore, but I would live.

My mother and dad were both smokers. When I was young—not sure how old I was—I lit a match and touched it to my thumb. To this day you can still see the imprint of the match. That was a bad, bad time, but I know God's hand was with me both times. Both times, I could have been seriously injured, but I was not.

My mother and dad were in a bowling league. I remember them dressing up for Halloween bowling night. They would have a costume contest. Thanks to my mother's imagination, they won first place seven years in a row. I guess that is where I have gotten my imagination, also through God's hand.

We lived in an apartment building, so we were told all the time to not be loud and have concern for others. We would play hide-and-seek, as most children do. One of the best games they used to play with us was hide the object. We would go to the other room, and they would hide an object (button, shell, etc.). There were fun times also.

I know one time, as a toddler, I walked up the steps inside the apartment building. For some strange reason, when I was upstairs sitting in the sunshine from the window, I fell asleep. I do not know how long I slept, but I remember my dad carrying me back down to our house.

When I turned