He and a few friends decided to snowmobile from Forest Lake to Duluth. Jerry was in the lead. He came around a curve in the trail and saw a stop sign for Hwy. 61. Jerry looked over his left shoulder and held up his arm signaling he was stopping.
Category: comfort
When You Ask ‘Why?’
His comfort landed softly on my heart bringing my tears in the midst of His peace. Jesus knew His purpose. He saw something I could not – the big picture.
The Good Fight
One day while vsiting Mom, I got a rare glimpse into the mind of one with Alzheimer’s. “I feel like I am in a tunnel and can’t find my way back,” she said. “Are you afraid?” I asked. “No, just frustrated.” “Where do you go in the tunnel?” I prodded. “I’m with my mother.” “Why do you go to your mother’s?” “Because she knows how to fix things,” she said, tapping her forehead.