More Than Enough

We are moving, and it has been I daunting task.  The other day Fred was carrying a box into the house, and it slipped right out of his arms, and as it fell to the floor, I heard the glass inside the box shatter into a thousand pieces. Fred looked up at me, feeling bad,…

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The Cave of Despair

Having experienced the epic climax of his career, the prophet wallowed in despair.  Frustration dogged him like a rabid hound looking for someone to pick a fight with.  One would think Elijah would be happy, feeling at the top of his game, but no. He was depressed and anxious, and he fought demons of suicide. …

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The Prophesy

The Prophesy

The night was dark, and the stars were twinkling in the sky as he wandered back to his flock of sheep.   The sound of baaing lambs settled on him like a warm blanket.  He was home among his wooly friends.  He leaned up against a gnarly tree and pulled out his harp and started…

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Joseph

How long he had been in the old dried-up, well, he didn’t know.  It was only a few hours, but already it felt like a lifetime.  Joseph paced back and forth in the tiny space.  He tried to sit, but he was too fidgety. All he wanted was to get out, but the pit was…

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Treasures in Dark Places

I’ve had many opportunities to witness people suffering, from poverty-stricken children in developing nations to saints of God dying in hospital rooms.  Each situation demands an answer to the question “why?”  Why do innocent children suffer?  Why do wonderful people who have spent their whole life serving God suffer?  Why do you and I suffer? …

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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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