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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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The Cave
The banging of hammers shook me out of my deep sleep. Rays of light exposed my dark reality. “This is the cave!” a man said. “Make sure it’s large enough!” That was music to my ears. I wanted to leap with joy out of that mountain wondering what my purpose would be. Would I provide shelter for hunters, or travelers passing by? Would I hide someone running away from his enemies? How exciting! I’d finally hear people telling late night stories or even planning war strategies, all while getting warm by a fire burning in my belly. “Come on, hurry up!” the same man yelled. “This tomb needs to be…
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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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Carla’s Rollercoaster Ride
“Thanks for picking me up, again. I need a new car,” Carla grumbled as she got in her friend Alex’s car.” “Luckily all I have in my agenda today is a boring appointment with my dentist.” Alex offered to wait outside so they could go to lunch afterwards. “I’m so sorry, Carla,” the dentist said as he held her hand. “But that is not a cold sore on your tongue. It’s cancer.” Carla’s chair turned into a monster roller coaster that turned upside down and flipped around. She gripped the arm rests to keep from passing out. “You need surgery to remove it. Additionally, you might require chemotherapy and radiation.…
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Are You a Back Seat Rider?
“Tell me another story Gigi!” the girls asked with praying hands. One of the things they enjoyed the most was getting tucked into bed by one of their grandmothers and hearing stories about their mom and dad as children. “Your mom always wanted to ride in the front seat,” my mother said as she settled in the sofa. “This was before seat belts or car seats.” The girls covered their open mouths with their little hands. “She urged your granddad to pass all the cars because she wanted to get to our destination quickly. And she never stopped asking “Are we there yet? How much longer?” My youngest one shook…
