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Do you Know Where you’re Going?
“Follow the arrow, it will direct you to the exit door” the guide said. “You can return tomorrow when the power is restored.” My heart raced as I grabbed my husband’s arm and our little children clutched mine. We tried to follow the guide’s instructions, navigating our way through the darkness of the tunnel and the mute crowd around us. Suddenly, a light flickered up above, forming an arrow pointing to an exit door. After the longest fifteen minutes in my life, we found our way out into the morning sun in the crowded amusement park. Everyone in our group erupted in smiles and sighs of relief. “I thought we’d…
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Strange Coincidence or God’s Providence?
“Mom, come quickly! Robert’s mom needs help!” “But Johnny,” said Sarah, “I’ve never met her. We can’t just barge into her house uninvited.” “Her name is Ms. Mary and she’s hurt!” Sarah rushed out the door and followed her 10-year-old son, assuming he was exaggerating. For the past several months since the new family moved into the neighborhood, she planned to deliver them a cake to welcome them. Unfortunately, life got in the way, and she never did. Little Robert, who stood at the front door, directed them to the bedroom, were the woman lay on the floor. “Please help me!” she cried hysterically. “My husband wants to kill me!”…
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What does Love look like Today?
“Welcome home mom!” my children chanted as I walked into the house, aided by my husband and sister. Pain inside and outside my body debilitated me and made breathing hard. The days following my heart surgery were indescribably tough. However, something happened when I walked through the front door. I found myself in a flower shop, lined with bouquets of red and white roses, yellow and pink daisies, white lilies, red tulips and a pink orchid. “Get well soon” balloons hovered over us as caring visitors. A shower of love and gratitude invaded my body in a way I never expected. Several years ago, I heard missionary Heidi Baker say,…
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The Restoration Project
“Hurry up and go to Facetime!” my sister texted. “The graduation ceremony is about to begin!” I joined the rest of the family living in different parts of the world and proudly watched my niece Adriana receive her degree in Art. Her ability to draw, paint and create with her hands in such beautiful way is a gift we discovered since she was a little girl. “She’ll apply to graduate school and work in a museum in art restoration and conservation,” her mom explained. Embarrassed to confess my ignorance before a dozen family members, I looked up the difference. According to Britannica.com: Art restoration denotes the repair or renovation of…
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The Little Red Rocking Chair
“Mommy, help! This is too heavy!” My parents and I were visiting our favorite children’s store. Not only did it carry high quality clothing, but it arranged a corner in the back with toys, a TV and tiny red rocking chairs for the children to enjoy while their parents shopped. I turned around to find my toddler dragging the chair she had been sitting in. “Honey, that belongs to the store. You can’t take it with you.” I tugged on it, but she held on tight. Chuckles erupted all around. “This is my chair!” she stated as she struggled to carry it out the door. The other shoppers stopped browsing,…
