Once upon a time, I was a prone-to-dramatize teen who devoured many of Elisabeth Elliot’s books. I still need her forthright counsel to help rescue me from the swamp of self-pity, enabling me to diagnose even small disappointments as suffering — and thus something I can bring to Jesus. Once a starry-eyed twenty-something who sat…
My husband and I trooped through three antique stores in one weekend looking for one thing: the perfect prayer bench to put in our narrow bedroom closet. The darling teal cabinet that we found looks nothing like a bench, but it drew both my husband and me from the corner of the last antique store…
Courage, dear heart; God is writing your story. He created you. He is the One Who gives you identity.
In Him, there is hope. There is freedom. There is grace.
Bill carried a piece of paper with him to write at any ‘stolen’ moment and every conceivable location…rifle range, awaiting troop formations and inspections, even foxholes!
“The future stretched bright before her and then, quite suddenly, Harold St. John proposed to her while crossing the road in Brighton, dodging the traffic.” read the whole story
Mark and I have never been able to figure out when we fell in love, but I don’t think you can put a date on things like that. True love doesn’t happen all at once–it comes from knowing and being close to a person.