Because I Went to a Home Fellowship

As a young man, it was difficult for me to think there was truth. Too many concepts were called truth that weren’t even close to being similar. It was confusing. I did somehow believe there might be a God.

At work, I had just hired a person to help me run the business who was younger than I was. He had long hair and wore jeans—the hippie look of the day. He was a good worker, and he was the one who ended up telling me about his God. He encouraged me to just read the Bible and not read into it. I didn’t own a Bible; he got my attention though, so I bought one.

It took months of sharing with me his quality of life and his understanding of the Bible before I went with him to fellowship. Then, while in the Foundational Class that the ministry offered, my eyes were opened to begin seeing that there really is truth and there truly is a God. That was a major comfort to my soul. I figured there were others who thought like I had previously thought—confused and questioning. Well, I wanted to find them and help them with what I was learning.

Telling people about how truth can actually set them free has been an excitement of mine to share ever since hearing the truth of the Word. “Sanctify them through thy truth: thy word is truth” (John 17:17). That’s what God’s Word says and that’s what God means! It turned my life around and truth became my standard, whereas before, there was no standard that made any sense.

Having something to follow that promises to always work, now that’s life changing! I started to see direction in my life. That’s what I lacked before. But no more! I thought I was on my way to hell and there was no way to change that. It was a hopeless way to live. What is so eye-opening is that everything I thought life was about was not even close to what God says in His Word. But that was what was missing—I never opened His book to see what was there until I came to this ministry.

The pages of God’s Word are full of life. That’s what I was beginning to absorb. My life was changing. I saw how God didn’t leave anyone out of His love. He tells in His Word of the one Body, referring to the entire Body of Christ. I had never heard that before. What a revelation! Each of us means just as much to God as the other. We are all favored and blessed. This was a big deal for me to get ahold of. What a loving God He really is.

Another thing I was starting to put together was the idea of speaking in tongues. I had never been around it, so it was a huge change for me to consider. Once I started to see the significance of it and how it is fundamental to operating the other eight manifestations, which I had not heard of before either, it was another jump to my heart and soul. When deliverance is so clear and beautiful and life changing, there’s no way to keep that kind of explosiveness inside.

My excitement was through the roof! I started to have a meaningful life! I learned that God forgave me of ALL of my previous ways, my sins, my craziness, my earlier life. What’s the price of that for a person? As I learned more, the price became evident. It was God’s Son, Jesus Christ. He gave his life so I could live mine according to the standard of the Word. You talk about being humbled! Going through my first few classes and still today, I continue to learn and still go through the gamut emotionally. We never forget where we came from, but we always keep moving forward to be the person God has called us to be. That has great appeal for me, and now I love telling people about my God.

If I hadn’t gone to a home fellowship and hadn’t seen the genuineness of God, I would not be here today to write these things. My life is God’s. I know without Him, I am nothing. With Him, I can keep growing to be who He called me to be, which is His masterpiece.

The Tools I Needed to Be Successful!

I had all the lab results and medical records from all the appointments I had gone to. My desire to have children was great, but it was taking longer than I had expected. We had been married for three years at that time, and now it was six years later, and we still had no child. I faithfully ran scriptures through my mind like Romans 4:20 and 21, “He staggered not at the promise of God through unbelief; but was strong in faith, giving glory to God; And being fully persuaded that, what he had promised, he was able also to perform.” I had no doubt in my heart of God’s ability or His willingness. I questioned at times if I was doing all I could to believe. I continued praying with my husband, praying with a wonderful like-minded believer, and studying every barren woman in the Word who had a child because God heard her prayers. I believed that my deliverance in spite of my physical incapabilities was coming.

We moved to a new state and secured new jobs, a different home, and service to the household. Three months later, we found out I was expecting our miracle baby! We were so thankful to God for His goodness to us. That baby had his first birthday, and I found out I was expecting again. What a delight to our souls! Our second boy turned one, and I found out I was expecting again. This time, it was a beautiful girl—a desire of my heart. She turned one while I turned forty and found out I was expecting again! This was exceeding abundantly above all I could ask or think! Speaking, teaching, living, loving, and doing whatever I can to teach my children what God has taught me about the goodness of God is my joy and greatest life accomplishment. Seeing them love God and experientially know Him thrills my soul. It is a great blessing to experience this life with a believing family in the household, and I thank The Way Ministry for pointing me in the direction of God and giving me the tools I needed to be successful!

On the Path to Learn

My upbringing was very “mid-America.” My parents were good, hardworking people with what I thought were good manners and good personal habits and a code of ethics I could learn from.

I was the oldest of four siblings—three girls and one boy. My parents set strict standards for me that I was to ensure my brother and sisters held at the time.

I was given many responsibilities in our household. I am grateful to my parents for the responsibilities; however, I didn’t think that way at the time.

My mother loved, believed, and had a strong faith in God. I kneeled many, many nights with her as she said her rosary prayers (we were raised Roman Catholic). Through the years it was her personal faithfulness to her knowledge of God that I admired and respected. I simply had many more questions than she had answers for, and my questions made her upset with me.

In time I became an adult, had a full-time job, and soon was married and expecting my first child. It was having that first child that stepped up my questions about God, because I did not know much about Him. You prayed, you kept the faith, didn’t curse, steal, or talk back to your parents, or you would go to hell. I realized I did not know how to raise a child teaching only that about God. There must be more to know about the God Who created all life.

I started to read the Bible that someone gave me. Then I began asking questions. First, I asked at my home church. “Does God hear my prayers? Can I pray better? Was my now deceased mother in heaven?” Most answers I received did not comfort me, and some answers scared me and made me cry.

I started to go to other churches, other denominations, even a few tent revivals far from home. I saw so-called healings and adults and children slain in the spirit. I’d return home, eyes wide open all night long, talking to God. I thought, “God if this is where You want me, please let me know in a clear message to continue or stay away.”

Very shortly after that eye-opening weekend, I was invited to a Way Ministry home Bible fellowship. I could have walked to this fellowship from my house, and yet I was just now hearing about it. Seek and you shall find. God is never late. I had heard that from my mom.

I went to that fellowship only to find out the usual coordinator was at the hospital with his wife having their third child. There was an assistant coordinator leading the Bible study that night. It didn’t matter to me. I only knew the person that invited me.

The teaching was very interesting. I remember it in part still today. We ended the fellowship and refreshments were served. I remained quiet until the coordinator asked me if I enjoyed the teaching. “Yes,” I answered, “very much.”

He asked me if I had any questions about anything. “Yes, I do,” I replied. I had a question about the teaching, like why was Jesus talking to the lawyers? I was confused about that part.

The coordinator answered me with the most unexpected reply that I had not ever heard from any minister. “Let us go to the Bible and check the record that was taught.” That response grabbed my attention. He wasn’t giving me an opinion. We were going back to the Bible.

I told him how long I had had many questions and that going to the Scriptures had never been an answer. Then he turned to II Timothy 2:15, “Study to shew thyself approved unto God, a workman that needeth not to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth.” My reply was, “Study. I can do that!”

Of course, I continued to go to the fellowship meetings, even helping with babysitting as the months passed. Within the first year, the Foundational Class was made available in my coordinator’s home. It was a video of the Founder of The Way Ministry, Dr. Victor Paul Wierwille, teaching the entire class. That particular class ended in February. I was on the right path, I thought.

In April I was diagnosed with breast cancer and needed a radical mastectomy. I was not anxious, worried, or fearful in the slightest degree. I had my The Bible Tells Me So and my class syllabus. God had made me fully equipped to face my battle.

I shared my beliefs with doctors, nurses, family, and friends. My doctor told me I was very, very lucky. I replied that luck had nothing to do with this; it was my God Who made me whole again.

This is my life story that set my feet firmly on the path to learn about my heavenly Father. I’m grateful The Way Ministry is a research, teaching, and fellowship ministry that rightly divides God’s Word so we can be sure that we know the truth.

He is real. He is faithful. He is a very present help in time of trouble.

I Know That I Can Pray Perfectly for Anything

As a young girl, I wanted to know God but did not know where to find someone who could teach me about Him. It was after I graduated from my university that I was invited to a Way Ministry fellowship. I was working as a waitress at the time. There was one particular individual who worked at the restaurant who impressed me. She was one of the only people who would do the dirty jobs we were all supposed to help with, and she did it with a smile on her face. One day, she came bouncing into the back kitchen. I asked her why she was always so happy. She shared some of the Word with me and invited me to fellowship. I found out later that that day was one of her last days at that job. God is never late!

I remember very vividly the first time I heard someone speak in tongues and interpret. I had never heard about speaking in tongues before, and I was amazed by it. I read the chapters in The New, Dynamic Church on speaking in tongues, and I manifested holy spirit by speaking in tongues. Tears of joy filled my eyes!

I know that I can pray perfectly for anything. This is a great comfort to my heart. Several years ago, I was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease. The doctor told me that the disease should be raging in my body, but for some reason it was not. I told him that is because I speak in tongues! I know that speaking in tongues quickens my mortal body.

Psalm 37:4:
Delight thyself also in the Lord; and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart.

I had the privilege to be on LEAD Staff on my interim year in The Way Corps training. On one ten-day session, on the final day of climbing, it began to snow. By the time we got to the rocks we were going to climb, there was three feet of snow on the ground. It was not safe to climb, so we started the hike back to camp. Have you ever been in the woods when a pure white blanket of snow covers the ground? All the paths and most of the familiar landmarks disappear. At one point, we thought we were lost. The gentleman who was leading us down the trail insisted we were in the wrong draw and needed to cross over the ridge to the next draw. I was the coordinator for that session, and I knew God would work in me to do the right thing. I continued to speak in tongues and gather all the five-senses knowledge I could. I distinctly remember hearing that still small voice telling me that we needed to continue on the path we were on and we would find the tents. I shared this with the group. So, what happened? Were we lost? No! We continued in the direction we were heading and found those beautiful, green tents.

Proverbs 3:5,6:
Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.
In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.

Serving at LEAD was not a walk in the park. It took a renewed mind, focus, work, and determination to overcome the challenges of living there, but the victories were sweet to the soul (Proverbs 13:19)! I saw in a big way how the rocks in the brook make it sing. Every challenge that is overcome is a joyous occasion. I met my husband at LEAD, made friendships that have lasted over thirty years, and learned even further how to teach God’s Word, counsel disciples, and hear God’s voice.

No Fear When Raising My Kids

An incident that stands out for me is my son’s accident. When my kids were younger, before I was introduced to The Way Ministry, I was always anxious about them—walking back and forth to school, at school, at home—you name it. Subsequently, I had many nightmares; one that was reoccurring was so vivid, I would wake up thinking it was true. In the dream, my son was walking home from school and was hit by a car. I saw these kids running across the road to tell me that, and I stopped to tell them how unsafe it was to be running in the middle of the road. They quickly explained that my son was hit by a car and was lying on the side of the road. I always woke up at that point.

Years later, I was attending a fellowship and had taken the Power for Abundant Living (PFAL) class, and I heard Dr. Victor Paul Wierwille talk about the lady who was so worried about her child that she lost him. I determined to be the other mother he talked about who trusted and believed God for her children’s protection, and every time the fear/worry started to creep in, I would speak in tongues and pray with my understanding.

II Timothy 1:7:
For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.

One afternoon, I got a call from my daughter’s school stating she wasn’t feeling well. They didn’t feel comfortable putting her on the bus, so they asked if I could pick her up. I got in my little car and headed out to pick her up. Well, what do you know? As I was pulling out of the apartment parking lot, about four or five kids were running out into the street, waving me down. I stopped, rolled down my window, and said, “Kids, it is so unsafe to be running out into the street that way; you could get hurt if it was someone else driving faster.” “Sorry ma’am,” they exclaimed, “but didn’t you hear what happened to your son?” I was all ears then. “No, what happened?” I asked. “He got hit by a car; he’s lying on the side of the road,” they said. “A lady stopped and called the police and the ambulance.” “Thank you,” I replied, a lot more calmly than I felt. I turned in the direction of where they pointed and immediately started praying perfectly. As I pulled up, the EMT had him on a stretcher and was preparing to load him into the ambulance. “You must be the mom,” stated the policeman matter-of-factly.

They took him to the hospital, and I followed in my car. In the ER, they quickly rushed him off for an X-ray and CT scan. The doctor called me in a little later and was visibly stunned that my son suffered only bumps and bruises, but not one broken bone. He explained that the police told them that according to the eyewitness, my son was hit and thrown up in the air and landed several feet away, and he had not been in the road when he was hit. The car went onto the sidewalk and hit him.

I walked away thanking God for leading me to The Way Ministry where I learned to speak in tongues, trust God, and claim His promise to have no fear, and to have taken the PFAL class and for Dr. Wierwille’s life and ministry.

I Knew God Would Provide

A couple of years ago, I moved to a very large city, specifically to help care for God’s people. I was believing for what I call “a God job”: a job where I could have opportunities to share God’s Word, to contribute my long suits to a great company, and to have my financial needs met with an abundance to give. I looked for a job for several months before accepting one. I knew the job I accepted was not the job I was still ultimately believing for; but I believed it would meet my need for the time being. I put my whole heart into that job, knowing that I work heartily as to the Lord and not unto men—a truth in Colossians 3:23 that I learned in this ministry. I knew there was a godly reason I was at the job, and I believed to see it.

In the time I worked there, I continued to look for a different job. At times it was very discouraging; I applied for job after job, and most times I never heard back. Other times I would get interviewed, and it would seem so close, but then they would give the job to someone else. In I Samuel 30, when David was in an extremely intense, tough situation, the Word says he “encouraged himself in the Lord.” Because of what I have learned about believing, when I was discouraged, I would go through a mental list of all the amazing things God had done for me so far since moving here, such as providing me with a car and a computer, which were both a need, and had both been given to me. Even though I did not have the finances to purchase those items, God showed me over and over that He would continue to provide for me. I continued to be clear and concerned in what I was believing for, and I prayed about it much.

On New Year’s Eve, I found myself without a job. Even in this situation, God had prepared me. I was able to drive my mind to the Word. I was excited because I knew that my “God job” was close. I didn’t have a job at all, and I KNEW God would provide. I kept moving forward. Within a couple of days, I saw God working mightily in the timing of things coming into place for me getting not just a job, but the best job for me. I continued to give much and volunteered to coordinate a combined Branch Intermediate Class.

Over the space of a couple of weeks, I had three interviews with a premier company in the city and was wowed by the Biblical principles they practice in their company. The third interview was on a Thursday with one of the partners in the company. When I left the job interview, I was told they had more interviews the following Monday and then would make their decision. The next day, Friday, was the beginning of the Intermediate Class. I went for a run in the morning and received a phone call saying that the company decided to cancel their other interviews to offer me the job. What timing!! I was able to put my full focus into the Intermediate Class, and my new job started the day after the class ended. Before I was officially hired, I was given more responsibility and a raise, making twice as much as I had at my previous job, and also great benefits. I have had opportunities to speak God’s Word to my coworkers, and I continue to see God do amazing things for me at this job.

Although it took over a year and a half to find this job, I know that my faithfulness to keep looking and keep moving forward with believing was due to the solidity of the Word I live in my life. It was The Way International that taught me how to understand and live this Word. What a faithful God we have!

The Word of God Is the Only Standard for Truth

I grew up in a Roman Catholic family where my father regularly took us to mass on Sundays; I nevertheless distanced myself from religion as soon as I went to secondary boarding school, where I could decide not to go to mass without any problem.

I was completely ignorant of spiritual affairs, although I often heard about talismans that some people could use to prosper in life or village notables who own totems in my country.

Since I was a good Cartesian, all the explanations I had previously received about these phenomena did not satisfy me, until the day when, in the face of a situation of a friend suddenly possessed by devil spirits and where scientific medicine was powerless, a colleague who was with the ministry of The Way told me not only that this could be explained in the light of the Bible, but also how my friend could be healed. He recommended that I take the Foundational Class, which in a very short time would enable me to acquire maximum knowledge on the spiritual realm.

Thus, some time later, I took my first foundational class on Power for Abundant Living (PFAL) with much curiosity and enthusiasm. This class really hooked me with its scientific precision and mathematical exactness, especially in the demonstrations of truth, such as the day Jesus Christ died or the four crucified with Jesus. I was relieved to know that I was saved by God’s grace and not by my works.

Later I took the Foundational Class again. As a scientist, I appreciated the demonstration leading to the conclusion that the Word of God is the only standard for truth, whatever the theories upheld by “great philosophers” were.

In this class, I was particularly moved when I learned that the purpose of the Word of God is for the man of God to be perfect (equipped, outfitted) and furnished for all good works. God has outfitted us during our pilgrimage on earth so that we lack nothing.

I now know that the Devil is the god of this world. The concerns I had at the time about all the injustices around us, the mishaps that people had met without deserving them, finally had an explanation through the idiom of permission. Lucifer also had free will, the possibility of making a choice. God had to allow darkness, the potential for evil.

Later, I was able to take the Intermediate and Advanced Classes, which completed the series for my knowledge of spiritual matters:

I Corinthians 12:1:
Now concerning spiritual gifts [matters], brethren, I would not have you ignorant.

All these teachings enable me to know God’s true nature in that He is essentially good, He is Love, and He is Light. I no longer have any fear concerning all these irrational things, especially coming from our customs in my country characterized by secret myths and practices. I am very grateful to God for this how-to ministry that teaches us His rightly divided Word. I can attest that God is faithful, as is His Word, which could not be more coherent.

A Firm Foundation

The greatest thing that I have learned in The Way Ministry is the knowledge and understanding that God loves me. From my first days with this ministry until now, I have known God as a loving Father, and I am helped daily because I trust in Him and His Word. This has given me a firm foundation to stand upon.

Prior to my involvement with this ministry, I wasn’t sure what God thought about me. I didn’t know if I was good enough for Him to love. I believed that God’s love was available to those who lived a good life, a life without sin, and that His love and concern for me was passive, available only if the situation or need was important enough. I would barter with God for His help and His love. If He helped me I would promise to go to church more. I would keep my promise for a while, but something would happen and I would break my promise, losing God’s love, I thought.

But then someone taught me what God’s Word says about the love of God. I learned that God has an active love and concern for my life. Shortly after taking the Foundational Class, I became ill from a reoccurring stomach virus. My friend who had gotten me into the Word said, “You can believe for God to heal you.” I said, “I don’t need to do that. This will be gone in a week. Besides, I will lose a little weight.”

She tried to encourage me to believe for God’s healing, but I thought, why bother God with this? It is not life threatening. With medication I will only be sick for about a week. I will not be able to eat without discomfort, but I will lose a few extra pounds. Why should I involve God?

A couple of nights later, I went out to have ice cream with some friends, thinking I should be able to tolerate ice cream. I ordered a banana split. It looked delicious, but one spoonful and it was too painful to finish. I was sad, but what surprised me was that I knew that God was hurt for me. He was not happy that I was not able to enjoy my ice cream. God loved me and was that concerned for me. Since God cared so much for me, I knew I should believe to be healed.

I was so excited to believe God. I was thrilled to be doing something with God. I prayed and thanked God for His love and concern. Then I wrote down verses that I thought would help me to claim my deliverance:

I Peter 2:24:
Who his own self bare our sins in his own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed.

III John 2:
Beloved, I wish above all things that thou mayest prosper and be in health, even as thy soul prospereth.

Ephesians 3:20:
Now unto him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us.

I John 3:2:
Beloved, now are we the sons of God, and it doth not yet appear what we shall be: but we know that, when he shall appear, we shall be like him; for we shall see him as he is.

II Timothy 1:7:
For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.

I wrote down the definition for fear that a believer had taught me: FEAR—false evidence appearing real.

The next day, I went to the student union, bought a hot fudge sundae with nuts, and sat down. I prayed and thanked God for healing me. I read the verses I had written down and ate a spoonful of ice cream. Pain. I said, “False evidence appearing real. By his stripes I have already been healed.” I ate another spoonful. Pain. I read through all the verses again. Then… “One more spoonful and I’m finished. This is the best hot fudge sundae that I have ever had!” As I thought about how good that ice cream was, I began to realize that there was no more pain. I don’t know when it stopped, but it was gone for good.

God loved me and was concerned for me. He cared about this small part of my life. I knew that He meant what He said, that His Word could be trusted. Over the years I have sought God’s help in situations big and small. As I have grown in my knowledge of God’s Word, I have learned to believe God more. But I always come back to God’s love and concern for me. It is real and never ending. God always has time for me. I don’t have to be perfect for Him to love me. This knowledge has given me a firm foundation to stand on for over forty years.

The Class Provided Me with Tools to Live My Life

I took my first Foundational Class three years after discovering the wonderful Way Ministry.

I began the class with many expectations, as I was going through a very particular, difficult, and painful moment in my life. At that time, my husband and I were looking to be parents, which was not happening as expected and had become a nightmare. We did countless studies and medical treatments for years without positive results. This situation was plunging me into a deep sadness and a deep sense of failure and guilt.

It was in this wonderful class that I heard the teaching about the law of believing and how believing is the key to receiving. From that moment, my attitude toward this great challenge changed, so my life changed too. I began to put into practice each principle that was taught in the class. My husband and I went through all the steps that the doctors indicated with full confidence and peace that we would receive what we longed for.

We lived one day at a time with the confidence that God could and wanted to bless us. And the result was the arrival of a beautiful baby. Hearing him call me “Mommy” is proof of the immense power of God.

Every truth that was taught to me in that class had an impact and radically transformed my life. It was wonderful to discover the unconditional and unlimited love that God has for me, to discover that He wanted me healthy, happy, prosperous, and victorious. I could understand that He had chosen me as His beloved daughter. It was totally healing to know and to feel His love and to know that He never abandons me. Instead of that, He sustains and strengthens me.

God’s blessings have overflowed to us, as we are now expecting a second baby.

The Foundational Class was an ascending staircase of knowledge for me. This class brought light where there was darkness, and it provided me with tools to live my life, to be blessed, and to bless others. Being able to find these truths is an invaluable gift that we all have available.

Prayer with Like-Minded Believing

Our God Is a Faithful and Powerful God

Our son was three years old when my husband took him and his three brothers fishing. He was holding his little fishing pole and line when a gust of wind swept the unbaited hook into his little eye. Blood poured down his tiny face, and he was crying while they were speeding toward the nearest hospital when my husband instructed our oldest son to pray while he and the other young boys silently spoke in tongues. After praying, our son stopped crying and very calmly said that God was going to take care of him, so he was going to take a nap now. When they got to the hospital, they were redirected by ambulance to another hospital because the eye injury was too severe. When I joined them at the second hospital, our little boy was asleep on an operating table, awaiting a surgeon’s removal of the fishhook from his eye. I clasped his little head in my hands, and my husband stood at his feet, both of us fervently praying whilst the surgeon began. She removed the eye patch that the previous hospital had put in place to keep the injury from worsening during transport, and she gently lifted his eyelid. The hook fell away, and the doctor backed away slowly, hands up, as if she had just seen a miracle…because she had. There was no longer an injury to our son’s eye, not even a scratch. She backed out of the operating room, returning to review the reports she’d been given from the previous doctors. She had no explanation, but we did. Our God is a faithful and powerful God, and we’d been given the privilege to know Him, His goodness and grace, and the power of speaking in tongues by the teachings of The Way Ministry. We are ever humbled and are daily reminded of God’s love and power when we look into the brilliant blue eyes of our son.

God Backs Up His Word 100 Percent

Mark 11:23,24:
For verily I say unto you, That whosoever shall say unto this mountain, Be thou removed, and be thou cast into the sea; and shall not doubt in his heart, but shall believe that those things which he saith shall come to pass; he shall have whatsoever he saith.
Therefore I say unto you, What things soever ye desire, when ye pray, believe that ye receive them, and ye shall have them.

There I was and the mountain in front of me was a piece of equipment I had never seen before, and it was not working. My task was to troubleshoot the equipment and to get it back to normal running condition. I was given no manual and thirty minutes to perform the task—“big mountain.” Earlier that morning my wife and I got together, and we prayed with like-minded believing that no matter the situation, I was going to prevail. We did prevail. Back to the situation: I was allowed to bring any of my tools that would help me complete the task. Do you know what my best tool was? A prevailing mind-set and the believing that no matter what, God was going to back up His Word 100 percent. The task was completed with ten minutes to spare, which qualified me for an interview with a board of interviewers. I answered the questions with confidence, and got most of them right. I currently have a position working for the company I applied for and have prevailed every single day since. Thank you, Father, for helping me. With love, your son.