I was born, Teddi Lynne Moore – the 3rd daughter of a man named Ted.  My parents Elaine and Ted Moore were very active members of several Atlanta-based Southern Baptist Churches – White Oak Hills, Forest Hills, and Rehobeth – all located in DeKalb County.  My parents served last in the 2nd Seniors’ Ministry at Rehobeth until they sold their house and helped build on to my house in order to live with me.  Daddy lived for almost two years with my husband, Tim and me. Elaine lived there almost 7 years, until her health required that she be in assisted living.  I have three sisters – Gloria, Carole, and Beth.  All of us have been actively involved with our families in churches throughout Metro-Atlanta.  Mama celebrates her 87th birthday June 28th of this year.  Elaine’s four married daughters have mothered 18 children – 9 grandsons and 7 granddaughters plus additions.  In turn, those children have produced 27 grandchildren, including additions, and 2 are on the way.  Whew!  That is quite a heritage in the metro-Atlanta area!
       On May 31, 1969, I married my high school sweetheart, Tim.  We were kids – 19 and 21.  Less than three months later, his name came up in the lottery, and Tim joined the Air Force.  We lived in Texas, North Carolina, the Philippine Islands, and Florida during his tour. Our first son was born and I joined Tim in the PI when Timothy was 15 months old and lived there nine months.  We settled down in the metro- Atlanta area, first in DeKalb County, later moving to Gwinnett, where we have lived for 27 years. For 21 years I was a full-time homemaker, raising three sons – Timothy, Ted, and Frank – in the nurture and admonition of the Lord.  When Ted was about a year old, because of Gloria’s testimony, I made the Jesus the Lord of my life, setting me off on quite a journey – to know not only the Father and the Son – but the Holy Spirit.
      In the late 70’s, I managed my daddy’s campaign for a seat in the GA House of Representatives.  He didn’t win, but the connections made with members of the GA House and Senate proved profitable two years later.  Soon after I miscarried my 3rd baby boy, in 1979, my sister, Carole, invited me to a STOP ERA meeting.  I felt called of the Lord to be an activist against the Equal Rights Amendment and for the unborn baby.  I learned to lobby against the ERA at the capitol, under the guidance of Kathryn Dunaway.  It was her advice that we needed to break into more than one organization – thus the creation of Mothers On the March.  Gloria, Beth, Georgia Bailey and I sat down over coffee in Beth’s kitchen, and MOM was born.  Gloria and I spoke in front of many people and to the press, as president and vice president of MOM.  Georgia and Beth, as secretary and treasurer, went home to home and church to church changing pro-choice hearts to pro-life hearts.
      As president of MOM, I became friends and co-workers with some people that have proved to play a major part in GA’s and even America’s history.  Gloria and Beth, my sisters, and Georgia Bailey, marched with, and/or stood on stage with many people.  Hopefully none on the list are missed.  Phyllis Schlafly (Eagle Forum), Kathryn Dunnaway (Stop ERA GA), Beverly LaHaye (Concerned Women for America), June Webb (Christian Action for Life), Caryl Swift (GA Right to Life), US Congressman Larry McDonald, GA House members Tommy Tolbert, Tommy Smith, Don Butler, and GA Speaker of the House, Tom Murphy, and Jerry Falwell, pastor of his church in Lynchburg, VA, and leader of the Moral Majority. Gloria had a little baby, and Georgia and I were pregnant as we stood on the platform at the Omni in Atlanta for the National Day of Intercession for the Unborn held by MOM (us) and the Round Table, in November, 1980.  Jerry Falwell, Phyllis Schlafly, and Mildred Jefferson were our guests in 1981.  Also, Mom represented a large portion of the 1,000 people in 1982, who stood in the GA Capitol Building in Atlanta, GA, when the ERA was defeated.  After the defeat of the ERA, the brush fire was out, and we Moms went home to mother our children.
     Not long before the ERA was defeated, a black lady, named Barbara Beeler visited my home.  She had met me in Atlanta, at the capitol building, while lobbying against the ERA, and the Lord had told Barbara that I was fighting the devil with a frying pan, instead of with the power of the Holy Spirit.  Barbara became my spiritual mentor and friend.  Barbara introduced me to a deeper, more intimate relationship with the Holy Spirit.  Not only was He my comforter, the Holy Spirit of God gave me power to overcome my enemy.  I learned to speak to my circumstances and to pray the WORD.  I learned to be bold in the Lord.  I began to walk and talk with and to the Lord like people I had read about or talked with. During the same time, I met Ray and Emily Royal.  From Ray, I received deliverance from a spirit of rejection, and my son Timothy’s leg lengthened when Ray prayed for him. During stays in the hospital, Timothy and I saw miracles as we prayed for those around us.  While spending time with Emily, a Psalmist, I wrote several songs. The song Healed Forever was written by daddy, and the tune came from Emily.  I wrote the music.  The Lord told daddy that people would be healed every time it was sung.  Many have been healed, even a former student named Ashley – woke up from a coma.  Then, when Frank was three, my trust in my healer, Jehovah Rophe, was even deeper, when He healed Frank’s regenerated liver.  After the biopsi, the doctor could not explain what had happened – he just said, “Mama, raise him!” 
      I wrote the book, The Inner Woman of the Heart, from 1982 to 1984, and Tim and I published 100 copies.  I also wrote a chapter for Dr. Robyn Roland, a feminist, a lecturer in Social Psychology and Women’s Studies at Deakin University, Australia, and was active in establishing a Women’s Studies program at Waikato University, New Zealand. That book is called Women Who Do and Women Who Don’t Join the Women’s Movement and was published in 1984. 
      The next several years I call my backside of the mountain.  There is no doubt that the time spent in praise and worship – learning to abide in the secret place of the most high – was a preparation period for the call I answered in 1989.  During the desert years, I remained busy—but behind the scenes.  Compared to the previous years of standing boldly before people, I quietly  taught a Bible Study, taught a class to teen-age girls at a Christian school, taught Kindergarten for a year –  and nine children to read, including Frank.  At home, I privately tutored several children in reading and math.  I also taught Sunday School, or classes on Wednesday nights, to ages from infants to eighth grade, as well as choir to 5th graders.  I was home-schooling Frank, for the 2nd year, when the Lord told me to go back to school.  I was to teach!  The Lord told me that I was part of a great army that He was calling into the public school. 
      During the years, between MOM and my return to college, I met Diane.  We sat beside each other at a football game, watching our boys – we became fast friends.  Just like I had wanted what Barbara had, Diane began to ask me the questions.  Diane even became part of the army of Christian teachers going to the public schools.   We studied the Word and English as we exercised, sat together as our boys played ball, served together in the Equipper’s Sunday School Class under Sandra Jones (I still go there), taught children’s choir together, prayed and sang Healed Forever, many times as we saw people healed. We couples have remained best of friends though they now live in New Smyrna Beach, FLA.
      I began my teaching career in the fall of 1991, and by 1997, I also achieved my Masters and Specialist degrees in Education.  I was prayer coordinator of the Equipper’s Sunday School class at Hebron Baptist Church in Dacula, GA, for several years while leading a prayer ministry called House of Prayer with my friend, Dixi.  In 2001, another deeper walk experience happened.  I was at a Prophetical Intercessors’ Conference with Bobbie Jean Merck, at the GA Baptist Retreat in Toccoa, GA.  As I walked in the garden, I went to my knees, weeping – with little sound.  I lay prostrate on the ground, not able to lie flat enough, and crying uncontrollably.  I  knew I was on Holy ground.  Dixi described it as a time of complete surrender.  Though I had been a prayer warrior for years, I was surrendering my prayer life.  From that moment until now, I no longer pray my prayers.  After waiting and watching the Lord – and listening to His heart – I began to pray the Word for one hour every day.  My commitment is to no longer pray my heart but the heart of God!  As my friends tried to do the same but struggled with the constancy of praying the same Word every day at the same time, we agreed to meet daily on the wall for one hour and pray in agreement for our tent.
      Today, you can find us at 5:45 a.m. on a free conference line. We meet daily like the Early Church.  We tarry for one hour, as Jesus asked His disciples to do.  In agreement with each other and with God, as we pray according to God’s Word, many miracles have taken and are taking place!   One chases a thousand and two chases 10,000!  God’s multiplication exceeds man’s multiplication any day!  The Lord told me in Titus 3: 5…to teach the younger women to love their husbands and children as, and, in the Great Commission, He told me to go ye therefore into all the world…to wait and receive power and to witness in Jerusalem, Judea, Samaria, and the uttermost parts of the world! Matthew 28: 19-20.  We Women Who Pray blanket this Earth with prayer, everyday, declaring the Word over our tent – our families, friends, communities, states, countries, and world – past, present, and future!  When I began my more intimate relationship with the Lord, in my 30’s, the Lord told me, “If you follow me, I will bring them all!  I asked, “My family?”  He said, “All.”  “My friends?”  He said, “All.”  And on and on….   I have continued through the years to enlarge my territory like Jabez and the place of my tent like the woman in (Is. 54).  I have lined up my prayer commitment with my Heavenly Father and said, “Lord, it’s not Your will that any perish, so it’s not my will that any perish!  I ask for them all!!