All in Disappointment

Blooms in the Desert

by Christi Trimbur

I have spent most of my adult life in the desert, living in a desolate wasteland surrounded by sand and Muslims. In that barren place I have found beauty. I have seen the Lord bring forth the pinkest of flowers out of the driest of earth and shed the light of Truth in the darkness of Islam. Few things compare to the beauty of seeing the Lord perform the miraculous in the desert—the shear impossibility of it, breathtaking and faith-filling.

Over two years ago, we returned to the US to take a stateside assignment. Although we believed in the eternal importance of this particular assignment, the real reason we came home was to adopt a child. The barrenness surrounding us in the desert infiltrated our home and our lives when we discovered we could not have biological children. Our only hope for expanding our family of two would be through adoption.

Seasons

by Lauretta Payne

I grew up in the 50’s & 60’s, in a loving home with both parents, in the little town of Chatham, Virginia.  Economically, I guess we were considered poor, but we were rich in faith. Raised Pentecostal Holiness, I accepted Jesus as my Savior around 14 years old. I was taught to live so that no matter how many rocks were turned over, no dirt would be found.  I’ve seen powerful demonstrations of the power of God, miraculous, divine healings as both a recipient and a witness.

New Seasons, New Day

“Because of the Lord’s great love, we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. I say to myself, ‘“The Lord is my portion; therefore I will wait for him.’”  Lamentations 3:22-24

by Brittany Jones

I love this bright spot in the book filled with lamentation regarding the destruction of Jerusalem. These words almost jump off the page as a reminder that, amid the chaos and brokenness of life, His compassions never fail. These verses have echoed loudly in my ear for many years as I have endured a great amount of pain and heartache. But, because of the Fathers love, none of these things can consume us.   

Like Broken Pottery

by Ruth Pabon

I started the day, not long ago, with a smile, only to become afflicted with severe pain in my side. A few days later, recovered from the pain in my side, I began a succession of ailments afflicting me every few days plus an allergic reaction to a medicine. I did not see an end to this and asked the common human question. “Why me, Lord?”

Finding God in Tragedy

by Linda Shortridge

In March of 2014, my phone rang, breaking the stillness of the early morning. My father screamed my name over and over, intense sorrow filled my ear. ...Panic, then grief, dominated my mind. I felt the turmoil would increase until my brain exploded. As I drove through a late season snowstorm to my Dad’s, I felt the pain and confusion would grow until everything else was forced out of my life.

Freed From the Life I've Always Wanted

From the time I was a little girl, all elbows and ears, I imagined myself living in a two-story house one day, pure white, no shutters, and with a wide porch. I spent hours curving my blunt-tipped scissors around pages of the fat JCPenney catalog, clipping out handsome husbands; wives with thick, beautiful hair; a few sweet-faced children; bathroom towel sets in shades of sea-foam and jade; couches and electronics and cozy braided rugs. All of it belonged in my make-believe farmhouse, rooted snugly in my make-believe future.