The Storytellers Daughter Pt. 7 (Pearls of Wisdom)

My dad used to tell everyone, “I was born an old man.”  Of course he wasn’t born an old man, but he was born with the wisdom of an old man.  People would come to him with their problems, and my dad would know just the right thing to say.  Sometimes he would pray for…

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The Storyteller’s Daughter Pt. 4 (Ready to Go)

Someplace between the last day of my seventeenth year and the next day, when I turned eighteen, I grew up.  At least that is the way my dad treated me.  A few days after my eighteenth birthday, I asked him if I should go to music school or Bible school.  He had been telling me…

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The Storyteller’s Daughter Pt. 3 (The Big Move)

God had a change of plans for us, and soon we were moving to Pennsylvania.  I felt sad to leave our church family, but also excited.  My dad was going to pioneer a new church.  We had to live in a tent for a few weeks, but God had a nice ranch house for us…

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The Storyteller’s Daughter Pt. 2 (Revival)

My dad attended Elim Bible Institute for three years.  He studied the Bible, grew in his understanding of God, and life got very exciting.  He became quite involved in our home church and would often tell everyone about all the things he was learning in Bible school.  Many members of my extended family attended that…

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The Story Teller’s Daughter (The Beginning)

The Story Teller’s Daughter (The Beginning)

“Rise and shine for the glory of the Lord has risen upon you.” Those were the words that my sister and I woke up to as our dad, Charles Wesley Elwell, would throw open our bedroom door and flick on the lights.  Daddy was serious about serving Jesus.  But it hadn’t always been that way. …

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The Original Fish Story

It was dark and the fires of dinner time had died to a glowing smolder.  Peter had just arrived that afternoon and no one wanted to leave.   A young man in the back stood and said, “Peter, tell us again about the fish.”  He’d told the story the last time he had visited, but…

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Too Much To Lose

Sometime after midnight, an Arabian wolf could be heard in the distance.  The chickens in the backyards of the various homes scattered about cackling and fluttering at the sound.  Danger was in the wind.  They could feel it. It was foolish for anyone with means to be caught on the dark streets alone at night. …

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The Tree Climber

The Tree Climber

He was running just as fast as his short little legs would go.  Around the corner, past the widow’s house and then across the vacant lot he went, huffing and puffing the whole way.  He wasn’t exactly athletic, and the few extra pounds across his midsection definitely weighted him down. His lungs ached for him…

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