Because of Izzy’s advanced age, we had not prayed for healing—instead, we had asked God for “one more good year.” A year and a half later, she was still with us. God had exceeded what we asked for, and we had learned to be thankful for things we once took for granted….
Continue reading →Billy got my goat when I tried to rescue him and his family, but it taught me a lesson about being a good Samaritan.
Continue reading →An hour later the surgeon needed an extra hand—literally, to cup the heart while they worked around it…
Continue reading →Pretend you’re a little girl, age four-and-a-half. Yes, “and-a-half” is important when you’re that age. At this time, you are learning to love Jesus. You love to run, bounce on couches, and play bowling with Daddy where you and your brother get to be the pins and a giant bean bag is the bowling ball. Yes, you’re an active girl. Your hair is golden with hints of red and your locks are shoulder-length. You are taking dancing classes. You learn to pirouette, point your toes, jump, and twirl… The teacher who you’re learning from loves Jesus. Then it happens…
Continue reading →Through many hours of writing and several boxes of tissues, items were scratched off my list, one-by-one. By the end of two weeks, my back pain disappeared. This exercise forced me to understand the person who caused me pain, and…
Continue reading →Once inside, Roland told Anna about his salvation experience of 1942. He had turned his life over to the Lord while serving in the Armed Forces, during World War II. For eight years, until he came home, he had written Bible verses while in the barracks. He’d slip a verse or two into the pockets of his uniform daily. When danger loomed, he’d touch his pocket and recharge by remembering the verse. He didn’t know what the outcome of the war would be, but he knew his salvation was secured as was his eternal soul. …
Continue reading →We started walking. As I stepped inside the burger joint, Mike hovered at the door. As is often the case, a homeless person is so used to being shamed he or she often will not enter a building…
Continue reading →Not all things are bad on their own, but when mixed with the insatiable appetites of our human nature….
Continue reading →As we reach the summit, Beloved encourages us to talk to Him. Our Bridegroom wants to hear our voice! He meets every need, never being embarrassed by the secrets we share—those soul injuries no one knows about. He dances upon Bether, which means “division,” chasing away every shadowy thought by the light of His Word. …
Continue reading →A fox would have been destructive enough, but a wolf? I knew I would be watchful that evening. I flooded the yard with lights, just to be sure the wolf knew there was no welcome mat at our homestead….
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