Made Beautiful

“Hello? This is Dakota Baptist Church.” “Sarahcanyoubringmeapop??” One of my responsibilities the summer I was seventeen was to answer the church phone. The caller was a twelve year old girl. She spoke so quickly that all her words ran together, and we had the same conversation everyday. “Well, where are you?” “Atmyhouse.” “Where’s your house?”Continue reading “Made Beautiful”

Urgent Need

“Faith by itself, if it does not have works, is dead,” my husband was preaching from James. I happened to turn and glance over my shoulder at the kitchen where two ladies were making a potluck meal. A third lady stood toward the back of the entryway waving frantically. I wondered if she might beContinue reading “Urgent Need”

Reaching Out

Sitting beside the deathbed, I noticed that the last efforts of the woman were to reach out her hand.  Was she reaching for water? prayer beads? a photograph?  Her reach was unwearying. I took her hand. She squeezed mine and then was able to rest. It reminded me of my children when they were small.Continue reading “Reaching Out”