I knew I had to do something with what Carol shared with me, but a lie had been planted in my mind, “If you believe God, he will send you to Africa to be a missionary.” I did not want to go to Africa. And for the next two weeks, Satan badgered, and Jesus pursued.
Category: fear
Man in a Hoodie
I turned and looked. The man stopped at the end of the driveway by the paper box. He stared at me as he slowly came up the driveway. Step by step. I stood at the front door – the doorbell just inches from my hand, but I could not ring the bell.
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.