All in Perseverance


by Denise Oullette

It came as a bit of a shock when I realized I was old enough to draw my Social Security check. I had entered the season of retirement and didn’t even realize it. To me, retirement meant slow down my daily pace. Maybe do some traveling, work on those craft projects I never could find the time to do. Yeah, right!

Don't Waste Your Pain

by Roberta Bonnici

A recent film release, “I Can Only Imagine,” tells the story of one young man’s painful past of verbal and physical abuse, and how that pain became a gateway of blessing to the world. 

One wonders why God gave us the capacity to feel emotional pain. It lurks in the recesses of the mind, disrupting relationships and personal achievement. It poisons memories and lingers far beyond whatever caused it. It stabs the heart. Does emotional pain serve any good purpose? Yes—if we allow God to transform it.

A Thousand or More Favors

by Ruth Pabon

Thousands or more times I have felt the favor of the Lord working in my life. First, my father abandoned his wife and four young children.  A neighbor came over and invited us to church. At four years old, I heard the Sunday school teacher say, “God is your father.” Something in my soul ignited with hope and so the process of becoming a child of God began.


by Linda Seagears

Therefore, brothers, be all the more diligent to confirm your calling and election, for if you practice these qualities you will never fall. For in this way there will be richly provided for you an entrance into the eternal kingdom of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. 2 Peter 1:10-11

In l991, Rob, my husband of 4 years, and I wrote a song, the second song that we had ever written together, although my husband had already written several others. The first song we wrote together was performed at our wedding. This second song, called “Promise,” became the title song for a cassette album that we recorded—yes, a cassette. Lol.

Patient Endurance

by Desiree St. Clair Glass

On a whirlwind visit, my daughter Rebekah, her husband Jairo, and their two-year-old son Javier (“Javi”) arrived at my house late on Friday and spent all day Saturday at our family reunion. The next morning they packed up to return to Pennsylvania.

Typical two-year-old boy, Javi loves climbing, jumping on beds and playing outside. He makes toys out of sticks and feathers and is especially fond of animals. Rarely will you spot him without an animal figure in hand.

When he comes to visit, a trip to the pasture is always in order so he can see the cows. But this particular weekend, allowed no break in the schedule for tromping to the fields.

As Rebekah and Jairo packed suitcases in their Jeep, Javi and I followed. In a flash, he took off running, arms flailing, feet flying, straight for the pasture, fenced in with electrified barbed wire.

God, unexpected

by Deborah Galyen

I feel deeply at peace and in awe of God’s majesty, here in Spain, when we escape our dusty city to walk in the mountains or stroll through orange groves in a remote village.  In contrast, being mired in relational conflict makes me feel tense, vaguely guilty, and sick to my stomach; therefore, it was the last place I ever expected to encounter God’s presence.  Yet, during a recent difficult situation, God’s voice was startling clear.