Christmas Headwinds

I had a break in my residency at Walter Reed Army Medical Center in Washington DC and I was looking forward to spending Christmas with my family in Phoenix.

When I arrived at the airport, I discovered that my flight had been canceled because of weather. Like hundreds of other disappointed travelers I stood in line to get help getting out of Washington.

My hope faded when the airline attendant behind the counter looked like a teen ager filling in during his holiday break. When I explained my situation, he quickly suggested an alternate route. He told me a flight was leaving for Pittsburgh and from there I could take a flight to LA.

I said something about my destination being Phoenix. He explained that the LA flight would have to refuel in Phoenix due to headwinds and I could get off there.

In Pittsburgh I told the flight attendant my situation and she said she would inform the crew. While we were waiting to take off the pilot came on the PA, "would the guy who thinks he is going to Phoenix please come forward."All eyes were on me as I walked forward. Everybody had a good laugh at my expense.

The crew was adamant. They were not stopping in Phoenix but I could go to LA and then catch  a flight back to Phoenix. I agreed to do this and returned to my seat in the main cabin.

Everyone settled down for a quiet flight. Well into the night, the captain came on the PA with an apology for disturbing us. He announced he had good news for one passenger and bad news for everybody else. He explained fuel was low because of headwinds so we were stopping in Phoenix.

I wanted to gloat but held it to a smug grin.

We landed in Phoenix and parked on the tarmac. The rear staircase was lowered and I was taken to the terminal in a service truck.

I never found a logical explanation for how the young counter worker in Washington knew the plane would have to refuel in Phoenix when the flight crew was so certain it would not.

That leaves the illogical, the mysterious, after all it was Christmas.

Was he an angel? I guess I'll never know.

Gerald Knighton

Phoenix, AZ

Lori talks with God

Lori's  first serious dating with a man lasted six and a half years. He proposed, she accepted and a wedding date was set. He cheated on her and that's when Lori moved from Wisconsin to Florida on what was supposed to be her wedding day.

Her second relationship with a man was more of a friendship but it ended tragically when he died of a diabetes complication.

Years passed as Lori  focused on a career as a certified hand therapist with a leading orthopedic practice. One day driving to work there was a particular beautiful sunrise. She was praising the Lord for this special moment and then audibly talked to God in her car.

Lori says her end of the conversation went something like this: "God it would be nice if you could provide me a husband who knows you, is six foot, about 200 pounds, has blue eyes and would be my protector, provider and make me his priority."  She doesn't know why but she added, "and it is ok Lord if he doesn't pickup after himself."

A few weeks later Lori met  Ryan  while working out in the gym.  He is a Godly man, 6'5", weighing 250 pounds and has blue eyes. After weeks of casual conversations at the gym he asks her out.

They were married  two and a half  years later and as the saying goes the rest is history. Oh yes, he doesn't pickup after himself. (Be careful what you ask for in prayer)

 "He takes after his dad," Lori says, "but he is getting better, although I still keep the door to his office closed when we expect company."

Lori and Ryan happily celebrated their tenth anniversary in 2015 each surprising the other with a ring purchased from the same jeweler.

Lori  Frailing                                                                                                                              

 Lakewood Ranch, Fl.

John's Miracle Recovery

John's Miracle Recovery

 

In mid July 2009 on the island of Kauai, Hawaii I became very sick. I had been healthy all my 63 years and this was a new experience for me. After a week of high fever, aches and waking up with the sweats, I called my doctor friend in Montana. After hearing my symptoms Dan said I needed to see a local doctor.

 

I did and he thought it was a sinus infection. After a few days I started getting vertigo, and seeing double. I decided if I didn’t feel better in the morning I would go to the emergency room.

 

In the morning, still feeling lousy, I took a cab from where I lived outside of Koloa to the hospital on Kauai where I was admitted with what was originally thought to be double pneumonia. It was not. While my lungs sounded clear, x-rays revealed two white clouds.

 

 I was transferred by air taxi to the Staub Medical Center in Honolulu. Here I tested positive for Wegener’s granulomatosis, a rare autoimmune disease that attacks the organs of the body, in my case the lungs.

 

I do not remember of lot of the initial weeks in intensive care as I was drugged and in an induced coma. I was not expected to live very long and my wife and three daughters were called. They came from Montana to visit me for the last time. I did not know they were even there.

My body weight went from 167 to 132. Massive doses of steroids were given me as part of my treatment. I had a ventilator and had all sorts of tubes in my body. I was literally a rag doll and could only move the muscles in my neck. An emergency button  was draped over my shoulder so I could press it with my neck. I remember thinking. how am I going to possibly come back from this. I believed I couldn’t and became totally depressed.

 

The bed I was in was a special physical therapy bed which could be set to do a wave like motion under the body. It wasn’t suppose to be on for me but it was. The motion caused me to move sideways and my body became lodged between the mattress and the sideboard. I was being squeezed with my arms dangling helplessly over the side of the bed. I could not move my head to press the call button. I was crying out “nurse help…nurse help!”

 

Then a strange thing happened. It was as if my spirit had left my body. I was sitting on the edge of a small stream with tall wet grass along the banks. A mist was rising from the water. I knew if I just lay down in the wet grass it would be over. No more struggles. There would be peace. My spirit was ready to totally give up.

 

Then a hand gripped my shoulder. I “sprung back.”

 

I heard, “Can I help you?”

After getting help I found out the man who touched my shoulder was the pastor at the hospital. He told me that he received a call 30 minutes earlier from my friend Jim in  Montana who asked that the Chaplain look me up.

 

From that moment on I never had depression again. In fact, during the rest of my hospital stay I was even joyful. My spirit was strong and I made dramatic progress physically.

 

 Within two weeks I was completely off the ventilator and oxygen. I still could not move a muscle but my physical therapist thought my muscles were ‘firing’ and I believed him. He massaged my muscles and moved my limbs.

 

I was relocated from Intensive Care to the sixth floor of the hospital where they put patients who are recovering.  I worked hard and talked and joked with almost every aide and nurse on that floor.

 

One day the doctors looked at me and my progress and said, “John you are a living miracle.” They suggested I be transferred to a nursing home in Montana where I would be near friends and my support system.

 

The Flying Nurses International flew with me from Honolulu to Salt Lake City and onto Glacier International Airport in Kalispell, Mt.

 

It wasn’t until I was back in Montana that I learned that my doctor friend Dan and Jim, who I knew from my appraisal business, had been meeting and praying for me daily throughout my ordeal.

 

You see, the doctors were right, I am a living miracle. And I was right, I could not come back on my own. I have no doubt that God through His grace spared my life and used my friends, care givers and that Chaplain to help me.

 

John Woods

Kauai, HI

God's Sense of Humor

A pastor was telling me that he and his wife were dinning out with her best friend and her atheist husband who was also a cynic. The waiter came to their table and asked for out drink order.

Three of us ordered ice tea and the skeptic orders a class of the house wine. When the waiter leaves the man says, “Reverend too bad Jesus isn’t here, he could turn my cheap glass of wine into the best vino.The pastor says to himself, I’m not going there. He ignores the comment and the ladies engage in a conversation while atheist smirks.

The waiter returns with the beverages and says to the man, “ I’m sorry sir but we are out of our house wine. My manager apologizes and said to give you a glass of our best wine with his compliments.”

“Answer a fool as his folly deserves, that he isn’t wise in his own eyes.” Proverbs 26:5

A Mother's Prayer

My daughter Sandy was on her way back to college after a weekend home. About 45 minutes since she left our home, I was on the phone talking to a friend. I suddenly felt a strong prompting to pray for my daughter's safety.

"Gotta go! Gotta go! "I told my friend, "Call you later," I said as a hung up.

I dropped to my knees and asked God to protect her and keep her safe. I prayed for a hedge of protection around her. I added, "God I don't what is happening, or about to happen, but you do. Protect her please."

After Sandy arrived at Taylor University she called me. "Mom, we had a huge tire blowout on I-94,(the busy interstate between Detroit and Chicago). "We were all over the highway in heavy traffic. I didn't think we were going to make it.

I asked her when that happened and It was when God prompted me to pray for her safety.

God is so faithful. I thanked the Lord and praised him for keeping my daughter and friend safe.

Erika Lewis                                                                                                                                 

 Detroit, MI

Chance Meetings?

 The beginning of the year is a good time to look ahead and to make some changes. In my case I decided that twelve years working in the same piano store in Poughkeepsie, New York was long enough.

 

 I had gone about as far as I could go working in this family-owned store. Besides, twelve years of upstate New York winters was enough. It was time to move to Florida. When I informed Jon Vincitore, the owner of the store, he urged me to stay one more year. I agreed to stay until the fall.

 

In the spring I attended a national conference and met the owners of a piano store in Sarasota, Florida. They invited me down to Florida for an interview. I told a regular customer and former employee of the Poughkeepsie store, John DelVecchio, that I was going to Sarasota.

 

“Maybe you’ll bump into my cousin, Ray White. He can play the drum, guitar and he can sing. You’ll like him. He is doing construction right now somewhere in the Sarasota/Bradenton/Venice area.”

 

“Do you have a number I can call or an address?”   He had neither.

 

In July I flew to Sarasota for my interview with the principles of O’Lynn Callahan Piano and Organ at the Corner of Bee Ridge and Tamiami Trail. The interview went well and I followed them to look at their new store in Venice, a twenty minute drive south. Before the morning was over we agreed I would manage their Venice store in the fall.

 

On the way back up Route 41 I was driving through Osprey when I saw a sign “Condo for Rent.” I stopped and within an hour I had made a deposit on it. I now had a job and a place to stay when I returned. I had accomplished in a half day what I thought would take me several days. Now it was time to look around.

 

I drove into Sarasota Square Mall. Walking through that mall I ran across a piano/organ store with several young men taking turns playing an organ set up in front of the store. As I lingered to watch a little guy walked up to me and asked, “Can I help you?”

 

“Oh,” I said, “ I’m just looking around. I just flew down from Poughkeepsie, N.Y. for an interview,”

 

“Poughkeepsie Huh?   Do you happen to know John DelVecchio?” he asked.

 

“RAY?  RAY WHITE?”

 

 I don’t know who was more surprised, Ray. or me.  Turns out he had left construction recently and that this was his second day at this store. While neither of us was particularly religious at that point we both agreed our meeting this way, “Must be a God thing.” I still get goose bumps up and down my arms when I recall that moment.

 

Before moving to Florida I set out to say goodbye to family and special friends living in New York and New England. However, saying goodbye to Uncle Dennis was going to be a challenge. No one knew exactly where he was living, somewhere in the Berkshires was what I was told.

 

One day while driving the Mass Pike to return to Poughkeepsie I intentionally pulled off at the Lee/ Barrington exit for the Berkshires to see if I could find a phone book and locate Uncle Dennis. Besides I was hungry and wanted something to eat. Coming off the exit there is a town to the left and one to the right. It didn’t seem to matter which way I went but something made me feel I should go right. I drove passed several fast food drive-ins that I normally would have driven into and continued down main street to the end of the business district. There at the end was a diner with a single parking space open right in front.

 

 

As I walked up the steps to the entrance I saw there was one man sitting at the counter. The back of his head looked familiar. Could it be? It was him! I slipped in and sat beside the man at the counter and said casually, “Hello Dennis.”

 

 He told me he lived in the town to the left of the exit but he often came to this diner. He especially liked the pies here. If I had tried to look him up in the phonebook I would not have found him. He didn’t have a phone.  I had a nice visit with Dennis that day and actually returned two weeks later to his home where I presented him with a guitar that I knew he wanted.

 

Ray White and I became partners in a band and played together for several years in Florida. We also both became Christians and Ray is now a worship pastor at a church and goes on frequent missions trips to Africa.   I play regularly at worship services for a church and I have also started my own company Worship Media Solutions helping churches with their sound and video needs.

 

As busy as I am, I try to stay attentive to any unexplained prodding or feelings. For example, the other day I left my house to get a haircut when I felt a strong urge to stop at the Living Word Book Store and see Jesse Ramos. So I drove out of my way to the bookstore. In the parking lot I passed a woman walking to her car. I felt I should speak to her but I didn’t know what to say and being basically shy I walked by as she stopped and opened the trunk of a car. As I walked into the store there was Jesse at the counter holding my calling card in his hand and waving his arm at me.

 

“Hey Rick, what timing. There was a gal in here whose church needs your services. She just left.”

 

“She’s there putting something in her trunk,” I said.

 

He looked out the store window, “Yeah that’s her how did you know?”

 

How did I know? How do I explain my bumping into Ray White out of the thousands of people who live and work in Sarasota County? What directed me to that diner in the Berkshires that afternoon I found Uncle Dennis? Why did needing to see Jesse Ramos come to my mind when I started off for a haircut?

 

Were these all chance meetings? I don’t think so, not for a minute.

 

Rick Furrow

Formerly Poughkeepsie,NY &Sarasota Fl.

now Phoenix,AZ

Paul and "Bob"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love and Grace

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 I was going through a really difficult time. I was recovering from a divorce, my daughter was living away from home at school and the bank I was working for was going under due to big mistakes in real estate lending.

 

Then the unthinkable happened. My male friend committed suicide. I found his body slumped over in his garage still in his car. He was a colleague at the bank and I cared for him deeply. I never felt more alone.

 

The following evening a dear friend from the bank, Noreen, came to my apartment with her husband David.  They gathered up a few of my things, literally carried me to their car and drove me to their home.

 

Noreen made a wonderful bed for me out of the couches in her living room, make a fire in the fireplace and brought me all her frilly hankies. She also made a pot of my favorite tea.

 

While Noreen and I talked about our deceased friend and some of the times we spent together, her son Paul, who was probably five or six at the time, kept coming in and out of the room. Each trip he brought a handful of toys or stuffed animals, which he lined up next to me on the couch. The more I thanked him the more things he brought me. Eventually the couch filled. In his little boy way he was bringing everything he had to comfort his mother’s friend. Lastly he brought in his most precious possession-his baby blanket.

 

I’m a major baby blanket person. When I was a child I had

a crib-sized blanket that was very much a part of my life until I was fourteen. I would hold it to my nose; suck my thumb, especially in turbulent times. That blanket brought me comfort. It had been loved to death and by the time I was 14 it had been reduced to the size of a silver dollar.

 

I understand all things baby blanket. Those of us who were baby blanket people have a way of finding each other. We have a language that only we understand. So little Paul and I immediately had this bond and he showed me his baby blanket that looked like a large blob of shredded rags tied together in large knots.

 

He called his baby blanket, “Bob.” We agreed that the  worse thing that can happen is when well meaning moms wash our baby blankets. It takes weeks to get them back in shape and to properly smell again. After a while, Paul and “Bob” went off to bed.

 

When the house was quiet I began reflecting and I began to cry and even sob. My shaking with grief was interrupted by the sound of shuffling little feet. It was Paul walking towards me carrying “Bob.” Without saying a word, he gently laid “Bob” in my arms, turned and left the room, closing the French doors behind him.

 

 At that moment, I knew that God was using this child to comfort me in my time of pain and sorrow.

To this day, I am blown away by that precious little one obeying the prodding of the Lord and lending me his most cherished possession that evening. God manifested his love that night to me.

 

 Joy Holloway

      West Hartford, CT

A Boy Challenges God

 

It started like any other day for Jay, an nine-year-old,  but what happened that afternoon would change his life forever.

 

Jay was growing up in a new subdivision in Woodhaven Woods, Michigan where his dad was serving as a minister.

 

The homes were new and had flat back yards with no fences and all backed into a wood line fifty to seventy yards deep. It was a great place for a youngster to grow up and play. Most of the trees were hardwoods, like oak and maple, tall and straight. All except one, says Jay. That tree was forked about four feet up. One fork was badly decayed and hollow near its base, the other was solid and healthy.

 

Jay remembers the afternoon was very windy, lots of threatening clouds but it wasn’t cold and it wasn’t raining. He was standing in his yard when he challenged God. He doesn’t know what prompted him. He just did. What goes through a boy's mind anyway? Jay tells it this way.

 

 “ I saw the trees swaying and said, ‘Ok God. You knock over a tree and I will never doubt you again.’ Within seconds there was a loud crack. "Even though

I was several hundred yards away I could see it was the forked tree that had fallen.

 "Some parents gathered around the forked tree and I went over to see. It was then I saw that the solid half of the forked tree had cracked all the way to the ground and toppled. Surprisingly, the decayed half was still standing. You could look right threw and see light on the other side. I don’t know what was holding that tree up. It looked as if it would fall over at any minute so the parents were keeping the children at a safe distance.

 

"I thought about it later. God knocked over the strong but held up the weak. You could read into that. The weak half of that tree never did fall on its own. Some men cut it down later to so it wouldn’t fall on anyone.

 

"I didn't tell a soul what I had said for the longest time. I guess I thought this was between God and me. Even now, decades later, I have only shared this experience with a few others for fear of being seen as bragging or something worse.

 

"But there is no doubt in my mind that God felled the strong half of that tree that day."

 

Jay Hessler

Woodhaven Woods, MI

Tender Mercies

Where would summer fun be without water?  Like most kids, mine loved running through sprinklers, playing with squirt guns, tossing water balloons, and yes, splashing around in a swimming pool.  Though our six were young, four were decent swimmers  the two youngest, Brad, age two and Brittany, three and a half, were not.  

 

Brent, my husband and I felt that with adequate safety measures in place, the purchase of an above ground swimming pool would bring a lot of joy to them, and in turn, to us.  The pool was purchased, it went up and so did a fence around it complete with locking gate.

   

         One hot, sunny summer day, the kids and I were all in our backyard pool when Bradley wanted to get out.  Brittany came too since I wasn't going to leave her without my supervision.  Off went the floatation devises, and into the house we went.  I remember being in the family room dressing Brad, when, into my mind I heard one word and one word only.  It wasn’t uttered with a shout, but with deep concern.  I simply heard,  “Brittany.”

        I leapt to my feet knowing immediately where I was to go.  Brittany had returned to the pool, climbed up the ladder, slipped into the water without the other children noticing, and was now completely submerged.

       Leaning over the pool wall, I literally dragged her to the surface by her hair.  Her   eyes were wide open and her lips were just turning blue.

       “You couldn’t see my eyes,” she gasped.  She was right, I couldn’t.

       A loving Heavenly Father could and  graciously summoned a negligent mother     to His little lamb’s rescue. I don’t know God’s purpose for intervening on that day and saving my daughter from drowning, but He does.

       His ways are perfect and His plan is flawless.  All I can say is I am a grateful recipient of His tender mercies.

Pam Sturgill                                                                                                                          Ashland, KY

 

A Glass of Wine

                                                                    ( A True Story)

 

A pastor was telling me that he and his wife were dinning out with her best friend and her atheist husband who was also a cynic and always making fun of Christianity.

 

The waiter came to their table and asked for our drink order. Three of ask for ice tea and the skeptic orders a class of the house wine.

 

After the waiter leaves, the naysayer says, “Reverend too bad Jesus isn’t here, he could turn my cheap glass of wine into the best wine,.”

 

The pastor thought to himself, I’m not going there. He ignores the comment. His wife picks up on the moment and immediately changes the subject. The ladies are engaged in a conversation while the pastor sits uncomfortably in silence while the naysayer smirks.

 

The waiter returns with the beverages and places three ice teas on the table and then turning to the man says, “ I’m sorry sir but we are out of our house wine. My manager apologizes and said to give you a glass of our very best wine with his compliments.”

 

“Answer a fool as his folly deserves, that he isn’t wise in his own eyes.” Proverbs 26:5

Go Calls Debbie

 

God Calls Debbie

 

    I love my God. He is my everything. So when people would share how God clearly spoke to them I would be puzzled and wonder, Why isn't God speaking to me?

 

     In the fall of 2005 a thought came to mind that I should consider returning to St. Louis. I had been in Florida for five years. I had left St. Louis after experiencing a painful divorce and a lot of heartache. I didn't feel it was a place I would return to live. However, this thought of returning continued to come up in my quiet time. I didn't understand.

 

      My Pastor's sermons were jumping out at me. He talked about taking time to really spend with God in prayer and adoration. Let me tell you, it is awesome what you can hear from God when you are quiet and consistently seeking his Word.

 

     I was clearly hearing from God that he wanted me to return permanently. I had not experienced this before, so I wanted to make sure I was getting it right. So I decided to go back to St. Louis for Christmas.

 

      On my trip, I asked God to reveal to me through my friend Mary that this is what he wanted me to do. Mary truly walks and talks with God. Over the past five years has never asked me, "when are you coming home?"

    

     After a lunch with five lady friends, Mary pulled me aside and says, "Debbie God has put you on my heart for the last couple of months. I think it is  time you came home."

    

 

I    I was trembling inside but I jokingly said, "One problem, I need a job."

 

     Mary said two days earlier that a Nurse Recruiter friend who she hadn't seen in months showed up at her front door. She would always call ahead. She told Mary she didn't know why she was there but had a strong urge to visit.

 

     During the conversation she revealed she was in need of a Nurse case manager and did Mary know of anyone. Mary told her she was having lunch with me in two days and she would bring it up.

 

     Mary tells me, "Fax your resume to Karen (the recruiter) and let God do the rest."

 

     I shared with Mary what I had been praying for and how she revealed to me what God desires for me. We both began to cry tears of joy and praised God for his goodness.

 

     I returned to Florida, listed my condo for sale, had a telephone interview and was hired for the Nurse Case Manager position. I moved to St. Louis.

 

     I clearly had heard God and was excited to be obedient. Whatever lies ahead I will be able to get through it because God is my strength and is ever present.

 

     I encourage you to spend quiet time with the Lord. Pray, read scripture and them, most importantly, be still, "listen and know that I am God."We MUST listen and be obedient to God's will in our life.

 

     Debbie Houston

     St. Louis, MO.

Driving Through The Fog

 

I was traveling out of town on a freeway when the weather turned bad and fog began to limit visibility. Traffic slowed and eventually became stop and go.  I decided to get off the freeway and exited behind a car that had a number plate that was outlined by a purple neon light. I couldn’t see very well but I could see those purple lights. As I was driving slowly through that fog I began thinking about the past five months.

 

A transition team I had been a part of was charged to find a new senior pastor for our church.  I was lamenting all that time spent in confusion and seeking direction. I now realized that this had been a process. It wasn’t about finding a new pastor it was about being humble and obedient to God.  Like the church at Ephesus, we had to be reminded, “You have forsaken your first love.”

 

  I followed that car for an hour and a half. It was as if God was using the neor light to say, “you need me, keep your eyes on me and I will lead you one step at a time.” The fog lifted and the car in front slowed to turn back onto the freeway. It was then I drew close enough to see the words at the bottom of the number plate. It read, “Jesus Loves You.”

 

Frank Burns

Dallas Texas

Along Life's Way                        Humor with a message

20 "The two most important days of your life is the day you are born and the day you find out why."

Mark Twain

A Mother's Prayer

 

 

Week of March 15th

 

My daughter Sandy was on her way back to college after a weekend home. About 45 minutes since she left our home, I was on the phone talking to a friend. I suddenly felt a strong prompting to pray for my daughter's safety.

"Gotta go! Gotta go! "I told my friend, "Call you later," I said as a hung up.

I dropped to my knees and asked God to protect her and keep her safe. I prayed for a hedge of protection around her. I added, "God I don't what is happening, or about to happen, but you do. Protect her please."

After Sandy arrived at Taylor University she called me. "Mom, we had a huge tire blowout on I-94,(the busy interstate between Detroit and Chicago). "We were all over the highway in heavy traffic. I didn't think we were going to make it.

I asked her when that happened and It was when God prompted me to pray for her safety.

God is so faithful. I thanked the Lord and praised him for keeping my daughter and friend safe.

Erika Lewis                                                                                                                                 

 Detroit, MI

A Frozen Coal Car

Week of March 1

 

In the fall following graduation from high school my best friend since the fifth grade and I decided to climb Mt. Washington in New Hampshire.

 

We didn't have any plans beyond high school and were just having fun one day at a time. Then the North Koreans attacked the South Koreans drawing the US into the "conflict."

 

I went to work part time in my step dad's appliance store and my friend enrolled in a post graduate high school program.

 

Christmas week I called my friend and asked if he would help me unload a frozen coal car for my step dad. The rail car was on a siding and had to be unloaded that day. We had no idea the task we were facing together.

 

We had to build small fires under the car to help thaw out its contents. While the fires burned we stood on top of the coal and chopped away with crow bars. It was back breaking labor.

 

By lunch we were exhauster and very little coal had made it down the shoot and into the empty bin. We were both covered with coal dust. We left dark finger prints on our sandwiches.

 

We both decided that day that we didn't want to be day laborers. I enrolled at Wentworth Institute and my friend went to college the following year.

 

I became an engineer with General Electric and my friend was heading a community foundation in Connecticut. He called me one day and said he had hired an assistant  who grew up in a housing project. He asked him what motivated him to leave the project life and obtain two degrees from a university.

 

” It was my uncle. He  asked me to help him unload a frozen coal car. That day I decided to make something out of my life." Go Figure.

 

I haven't seen a manual for dads (or uncles) that says to motivate young men, have them empty a  railroad car full of frozen coal.

 

Come to think of it, Solomon provided guidance when he said: " All hard work brings a profit, but mere talk leads only to poverty." (Proverbs 14:23)

 

Ken Maymon

Milford, NH

A Special Valentine

A SPECIAL VALENTINE

 

On June 11, 2011 God called Carl Anderson home after many years of illnesses and cardio events including a near death experience.

 

A few days after he died, Lyn, his wife for 35 years, receive a mailing from the local hospice. It was a printed message entitled, “The Colors of Honor." Lyn explained the message this way:

 

Scarlet Red:  you are deep in grief and in denial, “this can’t be true.”

 

Indigo Blue:  reality sets in, you are depressed and you realize your loss in permanent.

 

Soothing Lavender: This is when memories bring you comfort instead of pain.

 

 

A friend from work called and invited her to lunch for Valentine’s Day.  When Lyn arrived at the restaurant she couldn’t believe what happened next. Her friend handed her a Lavender rose and a message from Carl.  

(Carl had phoned the friend  just before he died. He told her what he wanted to say in the letter and asked her to bring Lyn a rose. He did not specify the color.)

 

The letter read:

 

“I know I am not here with you this Valentine’s day since I am in Heaven with our Father.

 

“My love for you is eternal and even though I am not here in the flesh, I will always be by your side in Spirit.

 

“Please remember the love we have shared, along with the laughter and joy. I wish I had more time with you. I want you to know that I will always love you and thank you for being my best friend and my wife all these years we have spent together.

 

“I will be waiting for you.

 

“Love, Your Husband."

 

 Adapted from Go Figure America

Shared by Lyn Anderson

Three Lakes Wisconsin

 

Monster Tornado

 

 

May 23, 2013 will long be remembered in Moore, Oklahoma as the day when 17 square miles of this city were blown apart by a Force 5 Tornado packing winds of up to 200 miles an hour.

 

The devastation was a mile wide and nearly 17 miles long. “It is amazing anyone survived this,” the Mayor said. Twenty four didn’t including nine children seven of whom perished in an older elementary school which was completely destroyed. Hundreds of people were injured.

 

But scores of children and their teachers did emerge from the wreckage of Plaza Tower Elementary. Several teachers were lying on top of numerous small children as the horrific winds tore through the school.

 

First responders, digging with their hands, were pulling children from the wreckage and handing them to arriving parents and friends who formed a makeshift bucket brigade.

 

One dazed teacher standing outside the debris told a television reporter, “I laid on top of four children huddled in a bathroom. One boy said, ‘are we going to die with you today.’ I shouted "No one is going to die.”

 

She paused and told her interviewer, “I did something I guess I’m not suppose to do as a teacher, I prayed-Lord don’t take these children today.”

 

Nurses at one hospital in the path of the tornado delayed labor for one expectant mother and stayed with her throughout the storm. They transferred her to an undamaged hospital where she safely delivered an eight-pound boy.

 

The medical staff immediately nicknamed the baby Twister. But his grateful mother had the last word and called him Emanuel, which means God with us.

 

From media reports

Moore, Ok.

Baby Catapulted out of van

Week of January 4,2015

                                                      "Watch Out"

 

We are driving home from lunch after church in a driving rain.  As usual, I’m sitting in the back seat of our van beside our six-month old baby, Rachel. She is strapped in her rear facing car seat and is having a serious crying episode.

 

After several minutes of trying to comfort her, I realize that she has a very soiled diaper. No wonder she is screaming. I said to my husband, Bob, who is driving,

 

“Brace Yourself, I’m taking her out of her car seat for a minute to change her diaper.”

 

I place her on the carpeted floor and change her diaper and remove her stained pants. I think I was still leaning over tying the dirty items in a Publix plastic bag when I hear Bob yell, “WATCH Out!”

 

Our van is T-boned, hit right in the back seat driver's side door. The impact busts out the window beside me and sends our van spinning in the middle of the intersection (Bahia Vista and McIntosh. Rd.)

“Oh my God,” we are in a wreck and Rachael is not in her car seat. Glass is raining over both of us.

 

 All I see is little Rachael in mid-air seemingly suspended there for a moment, her bright blue eyes looking right into mine. And then woosh…she sails out the window…floating like a frisbee through the rain…across that intersection landing in a puddle, on her bottom, screaming and crying.

 

I am yelling,, “my  baby, my baby.” My sweet Bob turns around to see about us only to find me pinned in my seat frantically pointing across the road screaming, “Go get her, please. Go get her.”

 

A kind man in a light blue sweater, who sees the accident, gets out of his car to help. He cautions about  not picking her up. Try telling a daddy he can’t pick up his crying  baby who has been thrown 30 feet, landing  inches from the metal base of  a utility pole.

 

Bob says he knew she was “whole” when he put his hands under her to lift her into his arms. The kind man in the blue sweater,  holds a poncho from sea world over Bob and baby and walks them back as I crawl over the front seat and out of the van.

 

The ambulance arrives with the EMT’s who see our baby bleeding from the mouth. They immediately strap her on a back board and take us all to Sarasota Memorial Hospital. Several tests are made while we wait three hours for the storm to pass so that Bay Flight can air lift her to All Children’s Hospital in St. Petersburg.  Only a patient and flight crew can go in the helicopter. Our pastor drives us to St. Pete.

There are four days of MRI’s, CT scans and other tests. Everyone is amazed there are no broken bones, or internal hemorrhaging.

 

The bleeding from her mouth turned out to be a small glass cut. Doctors and specialist kept coming in and out of Rachel’s room, all amazed and totally not accepting that she is really ok. They all keep telling us that when someone is thrown from a spinning vehicle the ending is always severe injury or death.

 

Finally everyone agrees. this is a miracle.

Bob and I are so thankful that our baby was not seriously injured and following checkups have confirmed she is 100% fine. She truly was touched by an angel.

 

Lesson learned: Don't ever unbuckle your child while

the vehicle is moving.

 

Our baby is now teenager and we look at every day as a true gift. Thank you for reading Rachel’s story and pass it on. Choose to live your life every day to the fullest and with gratitude.  

 

Dundie Crisp                                                                                                                                   

Sarasota, Fl