Sandra Stein: Learning to Follow
Looking into those big brown eyes, I’d tell her, “If you follow me, you’ll know where I am going.” But, she would stare at me, wag her tail, and insist on leading the way…
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Sandra Stein: Embraced by I AM
As I looked at the building, pangs of fear washed over me. Dare I enter? “A germ magnet if there ever was one,” I muttered. I had second thoughts about going in, but the pain reminded me why I had to acquiesce…
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Sandra Stein: The Reward of Friendship
Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. ~Colossians 3:12 NIV Occasionally I’d visit a pet store where my husband worked. The store owner was nice but his wife Glen? I found her a bit . . . odd. We would speak a few sentences to each other, and she’d usually go on her way, in mid-conversation. They stopped by our house one day, which was something they’ve never done … Continue reading →
Sandra Stein: Why Choose Faith in God?
So then faith comes by hearing, and hearing by the Word of God. ~Romans 10:17 NKJV The reason why I chose faith in God and in His Son Jesus Christ, even when every outward circumstance dictated I should not, may not have made sense, but within my spirit, it felt completely right. The dictionary defines faith as a complete trust or confidence in someone or in something, or a strong belief in God or religious beliefs that are based on … Continue reading →
Espanol: Sandra Stein: Mi Adopción
Nosotros amamos a Dios porque él nos amó primero. ~1 Juan 4:19 NVI Yo crecí con una familia, pero no crecí dentro de una familia. La palabra “familia” no tenía mucho significado para mí. Sí, había un hombre, una mujer, y niños en la casa, y tal vez yo les llamaba Mama y Papa, pero nuestra familia no era lo que se suponía debía ser. En una familia debe existir amor. Yo noté desde mi niñez cómo otras familias vivían, … Continue reading →
Espanol: Contributor Sandra Stein: El Centavo: The Penny
Mientras estaba sentada en un banco en el parque, me di cuenta de un centavo que estaba en el camino. Mientras la gente pasaba apresurada, nadie le dio a ese centavo una segunda mirada. Después de todo, era solo un centavo, pequeño e insignificante, y no valía la pena detenerse y recogerlo. Mirando fijamente el centavo, pensé: Según los patrones del mundo, yo no soy muy diferente a ese centavo. Para el gobierno, soy conocida como un número de seguro … Continue reading →
Sandra Stein: The Penny
While I was sitting on a bench in the park, I noticed a penny on the pathway. As people hurried by, no one gave that penny a second glance. It was, after all, only a penny, small and insignificant, and not worth the time to stop and pick it up. Staring at the penny, I thought, By the worlds’ standards, I am not much different than that penny. To the government, I am known as a social security number. To … Continue reading →