Basic Radio Station Information
KFRB 91.3 FM
City of License:
Family Stations (Family Stations, Inc.)
KFRB is an FM non-commercial radio station broadcasting at 91.3 MHz. The station is licensed to Bakersfield, CA and is part of that radio market. The station airs religious programming and goes by the name "Family Radio" on the air. KFRB is owned by Family Stations.
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Listener Comments and Reviews
In search of my biological family: I was born in Bakersfield California Oct 7th 1965 @ Kern County Hospital. l was abducted by a friend of my mothers by the name of Eula Randle or Eula Ford. I live in Michigan l want who ever in my family that may listen to this station to know l am alive and well. My mothers name was/is Maybelline Dabney my father Michael Brown my aunt Annette Dabney my grandmother Cora Wheeler my grandfather Joseph Dabney. My prayer request is that if it's God's will " I'd like to meet my family one day... I maybe reached at 734-628-2406 Thank you! Please spread the word... God bless!!
By: Sheila Lavette Dabney Johnson on March 30, 2016
er car at me. Shes just angry and thats exactly what the devil wants. Cause he knows shes my only family and wants me to live on my own all my life with no sister and no one. I just cant sleep have no peace in reason of her silence. i dont understand. I feel pain in my heart all the time missing her. I want to see her talking to me so we can work it out as adults. The whole church and the pastors want me to leave the church so it will cover up the sin we both commited together. Even tonight the pastor humiliated me in front of the whole church saying if someones sitting by the stairs or leave the church or getinside. But when others do it they dont say anything. Theyre just picking on me, hate me worried about the churchs image reputation while they stick up for her and bless her. They dont even get the anointing oil in my head but to others they do it. Theyre not acting like 1conrinthians13 at all. They are horible people. They make me feel angry when they wont allow me talking to her and treat me badly on purpose to make me look for another church so at the end of each worship i dont feel iv received anything good from god cause they treat me bad and treat bruna like an angel. I feel something really bad when i get home like if theyr cu rsing me. And im worried they made brunas mind to report me to the police. She said she did it but i dont know. Help me pray she didnt do that please. Helpp please.All i do is cry why theyr doing this to me. Pray to god to protect her and release her form a man whos getting her out of the rhuch and the presence of the holy spirit a boyfriend please. Shes hit her car because shes commit a sin inside her can with this man. Jesus already told her that but she wont listen. The devil is just anxious to kill her in that car. And help me pray for bruna to have real friends in her life, after her "best friend" the music minister found out about her sin shes got cold and turned her back on brunas, so lets pray shell have real blessed friendships cause not even jesus did that to her why a human think she should be acting like this towards bruna. And tonight her step dad threatened me showing his gun. He is crazy his sister is a witch.Please do not pray for me mostly some people are writeing to me saying theyre focusing their prayer on me. Pray for Bruna more please. She needs it more. Its her the one who wont forgive and doing horible things against me.amem.bless u all..
By: giselle jorge on November 23, 2016
I wrote a book for Moms called, A Mother’s Journal to Her Newborn. This short, Christian rhyming story tells the joys and struggles of a parent of a newborn. It brings all Mothers back to those precious days whether it was months or years ago.
It is a FREE download on Kindle from the Thursday before Mother’s Day until the Monday after Mother’s day. I wanted to share it with you in case you want to share the free version as a link on your web page for Mother’s Day or if you want to share it with your listeners on Mother’s Day.
I will copy and paste a link to the book below, free download from May 11th - May 15th 2017. I will also copy and paste the words to the story in case you wish to share this free Mother’s Day gift with your listeners this Mother’s Day!
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A Mother’s Journal to Her Newborn
A Love Story
By: Jennifer Rose Sadlovsky
We’re having a baby! Such exciting news!
Will we need pink or blue? Glad I don’t have to choose.
Each day I carry you, you are more a part of me.
I dream of you now and of who you’ll grow up to be.
Growing bigger every day, many comments come my way.
Some I try to forget, while others help me through the day.
Nine months to prepare for life’s labor of love,
You are truly a miracle, that has come from above.
You are born! I marvel, as I hold you on my chest.
This is the moment that I like the best.
Healthy and alive, you stretch your arms up high.
Watching you gives me goosebumps, and brings a tear to my eye.
Nose to nose I soak up your new baby smell.
Enjoying tiny clothes and soft blankets, all is so swell.
With a happy heart, thank you Jesus, I say,
For this baby is so perfect in every single way.
Time to bring you home, you slept in the hospital so nice.
This can’t be too hard, I don’t even think twice.
I’ll know just what to do, this is going to be fun.
You only cried when hungry, so glad I’ve got a good one!
I was on such a high, but sleep I’m desperately needing.
You don’t like your bed and you’re constantly feeding.
Your little tummy hurts, I think you have bad gas.
I remind myself with time, this too shall pass.
My jeans don’t fit and the house is a mess.
Both jubilant and discouraged, this is a new kind of stress.
Nap while baby naps, my friends all say.
There is so much to do, it doesn’t work that way.
Doing everything one handed, will I even have time to shower?
So tiny and so helpless, yet you have so much power.
Tiptoe, tiptoe to your bed, watching you my gaze is steady.
Ahhh, I sigh, time for me… What do I hear? You miss me already?
Sometimes I feel alone, though you’re always very near.
I love you sweet baby, I whisper in your ear.
Rocking, swaying, shushing, will you ever go to sleep?
This is harder than I thought, you cry while I weep.
Can somebody help me please? This mom needs a break.
I need to go for a walk or go jump in a lake.
Yet as soon as I am gone, I just don’t feel right.
A part of me is missing, I need you in my arms so tight.
How did your night go? Grandma calls to ask.
I can’t really remember, I was a zombie in a spell cast.
When long days feel like disaster,
I feel guilty to wish you’d grow up a little faster.
But they say you’ll grow up in the blink of an eye,
So I’ll savor every minute, even when you cry.
Difficult but precious, I won’t wish this time away.
Thank you Jesus, I say, please help me as I struggle through today.
Routine and improvement, we are figuring this out.
You’re a part of the family, I smile and want to shout!
You want to be near me? Come sleep on my arm.
I’ll hold and protect you, keeping you safe from harm.
I enjoy feeding you in the silence of the night.
Watching your sleepy smiles with your eyes shut tight.
Lifting you on my shoulder, I brush my cheek against your hair.
You are so very beautiful, I can’t help but stop and stare.
So warm and so snuggly, can’t wait for another chance to hold.
Now your new baby smiles are more precious than gold.
Gripping, rolling, giggling, new adventures never done,
Motherhood is amazing, as are you little one!
You are so very precious from your fingers to your toes.
You love fills me up, my heart overflows.
With a joyful heart, thank you Jesus, I say.
Bless my baby for a lifetime, in every possible way!
By: Jennifer Sadlovsky on April 27, 2017
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