About Pam Rosewell Moore
The first of three children, I was born during World War II in the home of my grandparents in the village of Shepperton-on-Thames, near London. My father, Jim Rosewell, was a British soldier based in London, and at the time of my birth, both my father and my mother lived with my grandparents. My parents' home was actually in the seaside town of Hastings, Sussex, but as bombing of the south coast of England increased, they moved to Shepperton while their house overlooking the English Channel was used as housing for military personnel.
A deep, almost dream-like memory still remains of underground air raid shelters and a particular night when some ladies in the shelter shrieked because of a more immediate foe than the bombers passing overhead – the presence of a frightened frog which leapt from person to person in the dark and crowded hiding place.
As the war drew to a close, my parents brought me back to their home at the seaside. Our church had been destroyed by the bombing and all over the ancient town of Hastings the huge scars caused by flattened buildings or skeleton-like remains of houses could be seen. Two more children were born into our family during that decade of the forties; Sylvia and Derek (to this day known as Digger).
Several years passed before our church was rebuilt, and in the meantime we attended "the emergency church." This structure had previously been a swimming pool which had undergone internal re-structuring to suit its new purpose. Here I learned about the Lord Jesus Christ and I loved him early. As a very young child (perhaps 5) I "gave him my heart." And I knew he received my very young heart. From then on, the Holy Spirit wooed me, and reminded me of his presence often, but he was met by a resistant heart. It was not until I was 21 years of age in a beautiful retreat setting near Hastings that I came, as it were, face to face with God, and laid in his hands my right to my own way. Although I am melancholy by nature, pure joy, like liquid, filled me, the love of God nearly overwhelmed me and I became a different person.
God's way for me led me out of England and into many interesting and challenging adventures, the best of which was meeting and marrying my husband, Carey Moore. This took place after the completion of assignments which could not have been properly carried out except by an unmarried person. Carey and I, the Lord willing, will have our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary in 2011.
I want to stay close to the Lord Jesus all my life and through my books and speaking and the thousands of contacts life holds, encourage others to take the step which is a glorious paradox. Only those who make a complete surrender to the Lord Jesus will ever know true freedom. At that retreat on a particular March weekend in 1965, with the Lord's help, I made my abandonment to him, a surrender which, I have found, needs to be renewed every day. The Lord Jesus is my King. He has never let me down and never will.