Matthew-2 My children had requested bike

Matthew-2 My children had requested bikes for Christmas, but there was no money in the Christmas account. I had relocated from New York to California and the expenses were more than I had budgeted. I desperately didn’t want to disappoint the girls, so I did what I could: I visualized my daughter riding their newContinue reading “Matthew-2 My children had requested bike”

Touch with Caution “Mrs. Brooks, don’t t

Touch with Caution “Mrs. Brooks, don’t touch me. You cheated on me!” Startled, I took a step back and stared directly at Andy. He went on, in a trembling voice, “I thought you liked me. I thought I was special to you. It was all a lie!” I was a social worker in a facilityContinue reading “Touch with Caution “Mrs. Brooks, don’t t”

The Muscle of Persistent Prayer Mary cal

The Muscle of Persistent Prayer Mary called the prayer line. Her voice was breaking up, and she spoke rapidly, “Please help me,” she pleaded. “I can’t take it anymore.” The first time Mary phoned in, I silently thanked God for giving me her call. In my professional career as a social worker, I had heardContinue reading “The Muscle of Persistent Prayer Mary cal”

The Muscle of Persistent Prayer: Mary ca

The Muscle of Persistent Prayer: Mary called the prayer line. Her voice was breaking up, and she spoke rapidly, “Please help me,” she pleaded. “I can’t take it anymore.” The first time Mary phoned in, I silently thanked God for giving me her call. In my professional career as a social worker, I had heardContinue reading “The Muscle of Persistent Prayer: Mary ca”

2. Be Still and Know That I Am God I app

2. Be Still and Know That I Am God I applied for an apartment with “B” credit, no job and no money. Both the landlord and a friend thought I was foolish—and I probably would have agreed with them if I hadn’t spotted a certain scripture in the Bible. “Be still and know that IContinue reading “2. Be Still and Know That I Am God I app”

Coincidence: My dream of writing was sha

Coincidence: My dream of writing was shattered the day I stared down at that monster F written on my English paper. The words of my professor resonate to this day, “You are not a writer. If you want to eat in this lifetime, change your major.” He spoke those words with so much disdain. ItContinue reading “Coincidence: My dream of writing was sha”