On a hot August morning in 1983, I set off to take care of some last minute details for my daughter's eleventh birthday party. My three children were home, and I had a limited amount of time. I hurried on my way to get the engraved Bible I had bought her. My little red Volvo and I were making very good time. I had developed the habit of praying as soon as I got in my car. My children were usually with me most of the day, so I had learned to take advantage of "pieces of time" with only Jesus. On this day, as I was pulling up to a busy intersection in town, I got into the left turn lane. As I ... Read the Post
Thank God for Flees
As I attempt to rush my three children to the car without them being attacked by the blood-thirsty swarm of mosquitoes, I am reminded of an unforgettable book, The Hiding Place, I read as a young teenager. The story is the account of Corrie ten Boom’s horrific, yet, inspirational ordeal in a Nazi concentration camp. Her family was apprehended while hiding Jews in their home, and, as a result, suffered unimaginable miseries. These are the type of circumstance that either leave people in utter spiritual despair or strengthen their faith and hope in the Lord. Corrie’s sister, Betsie, was an ... Read the Post