Time Will Tell

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.

Housekeeper Without a Home

With head bowed, Missy thought for a few minutes.  She had to admit to herself that her friend was right.  Compassion was better than perfection. “But I love my family.  That’s why I want everything to be perfect for them,” she mumbled, not at all sure why she offered such a feeble excuse.