“Take him home tonight, and tomorrow take him to the hospital,” our pediatrician said. “I think he may have leukemia.” Shaking violently, I took our seven-year old son’s hand and walked out into the dazzling California morning sunlight. His pale little face looked up at me. “What’s wrong, Momma?” “They think there’s something wrong with your blood, honey,” I answered…
You have enough, if you have Jesus and the Holy Spirit. For more fullness in your Christian experience, share your one fish or loaf to feed others from the tree of life.
In 1985, when my husband was in depression again, I found it very painful. One morning I knelt beside our bed and poured out my heart to the Lord. I found myself praying, “Lord, will you send Frans to us?” Who was Frans? An ordinary engineer who lived in Europe, Franz Schadee (Bible Mission International) had been touched by the…
The intern’s rock: Theresa, a young intern in the Bad Herrenalb Klinik, frequently interpreted for me. One day I noticed her fondling this crystal rock; I asked her why she did this. “Oh,” she said, “I believe there is healing in the rocks.” Then I asked her if she knew that Jesus Christ is the greatest rock of all, and there is…
In my first blogs I shared some God-moments that I’ve witnessed in people’s faces. As soon as faith entered their hearts, a light turned on somewhere inside them. I could see it shining in their eyes. Light and darkness are two powerful spiritual forces operating right within us and in the world around us—however, we are ignorant of them. Our…
Over twenty-five years ago God called me to open the eyes of the blind so “they may turn from darkness to light and from the dominion of Satan to God…” (Acts 26:18). In the years since, I understood that I am a light to many in the midst of darkness. A Romanian woman once said to me, “Your visit will…
In earlier blogs I describe some “God” moments that I’ve seen in the lives of people. I want you to know that in all these divine encounters, I didn’t do very much. I simply share my experiences with the living God. I never discuss theology, doctrine, scriptures, or church affiliation; some I never even pray with. Yet, as they listen,…
A mother questions On one trip to Germany, a former patient from the clinic asked me to come and see her in Bonn. When I got off the train, the first thing she said was, “Don’t say anything, I just want to see if the light is still in your eyes.” After satisfying herself that it was still there, she…
I’ve been asked this question many times, in many places—hospitals, trains, cafes, homes, clinics, kitchens ——by people like Marie, a twenty-year old alcoholic, who captured my heart in a clinic in Bavaria. Emotionally scarred from severe early abuse and deprivation, Marie never let anyone hold her. Until one day…when she sat in my arms while I’m on the floor talking…
It was a warm August afternoon as we strolled the streets of Bad Herrenalb. My friend and I (both of us nurses) were doing a two-week internship in a clinic nestled in the Black Forest of Germany and had taken the afternoon off. Walking into town, we intended to shop, have coffee, and enjoy this charming tourist village made famous…