We again want to tell of the incredible life of our beloved husband and father, John L. Parault and the impact he has made throughout his life on peoples all over this world. What a legacy he has left and will continue to leave as we endeavor to print his books and Begin to make CD’s of his teachings. We have recently released a music CD called “A New Song” which he and I recorded 16 years ago. John is blowing his shofar, whistling and prophetically singing. This will be a blessing to you. Also the video of his home going celebration will be available very soon. Our beloved John is in our hearts and lives. Christ in him (John) the hope of glory is how he lived his life; he wrote about the way of holiness and how to enter in.

We (Darlene and Mum Rene) begin to move onward to where the Holy Spirit leads us in ministry. We know there is a great change, but God will provide what is necessary for us to carry on. Many doors have opened up to minister. May the Lord continue in the message of the kingdom.

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John, my beloved husband and friend will be in my heart forever. The Lord put us together by His Holy Spirit – married us in the mountains of Honduras. Two ministries came together; two lives came together; two hearts became one. I will eternally be grateful for the wonderful 28 years I had with my beloved - always serving the Lord in His kingdom. And in the eternity of God – we will always be together. Thank you Father God!

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{Anne Bradstreet wrote a poem for her husband around 1682. She authored the first book of poetry in the British colonies in North America.
I (Rene) felt to publish what she wrote concerning her husband.)

TO MY DEAR AND LOVING HUSBAND by Anne Bradstreet

If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever a wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee, give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay,
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persevere
That when we live no more, we may live ever.